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Defiant

The wolf of Mibu glared at his murky reflection in the mirror. His hair, still damp from his morning wash, hung in wild disarray around his face. If any of the Kenshingumi were able to see him right now, they would have scarcely been able to believe that this 'morning' Saito, and the tightly controlled man they were used to seeing were one and the same.

Smearing a small amount of ointment onto one hand – ointment that his wife had bought for him shortly after he had cut his hair; long hair that apparently screamed 'fuck me!' as loudly as Sagara Sanosuke's open gi, because until he had cut it, there had been no shortage of men and women hitting on him left, right, and centre.

Rubbing the ointment between his palms, he smoothed his hair back away from his face.

And waited.

Eying his hair with what would have been trepidation had he been anyone else – but considering he was Saito Hajime, there was no way that would happen – he waited.

Sproing.

One eye twitched as a strand of hair freed itself to flop lazily in front of his face.

Sproing. Sproing sproing sproing,

His eye twitched a little more.

Sproing!

A tiny growl escaped from between gritted teeth. It was always the same strands of hair… no matter how combed, washed, or slathered his hair in ointment, those strands always sprang free in direct defiance.

It was enough to make a man want to shave his head.

Or not.

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