Read and review please. I also have another story called "Heaven Ain't Close In A Place Like This" that story is about Shishio and his way to power before he met the Juppongatana. I am also working on an Aoshi story as well, so I plenty busy trying to hit a lot of spectrums in Ruruoni Kenshin. Anyways....

I do not own Rurouni Kenshin or any of the characters. This story is purely for entertainment and what not. All rights reserved for the creators.


A man, tall, thin yet well built walked down the dusted path that was surrounded by hand built homes of wood. Children we being herded in by the parents for dinner and to prepare for the next day. His eyes dared no wander, his eyes only kept on the path in front of him. His hand was firmly on the battle worn Katana, that had seen more flesh and blood than a butcher's knife does in all the years of preparing meats. He was keeping it close to his side for it was part of his life, his soul. The sheath, decorated in old symbols and patterns, from the 17th century he would rarely let this Katana go. He walked in a fashion to which any one would be intimidated of him, he walked proudly. The sun was setting in the background of his walk his face had a smirk of arrogance and the slanted eyes that smiled evilly like a wolf. He kept walking, undisturbed by any common person, until he came just outside the main part of town to a house.

The house was small, but it looked nice and proper from the outside. There was a small garden lined along the front of the house. The home looked fairly new, since no rotting wood could be spotted and the porch still stood flat and not uneven. A woman was seen by the man, she was kneeling, her back to the road, working on the garden. She was slim and but not to slender. She had some muscle to her, showing she came from outside of town. Her golden brown hair was tied messily into a bun. He leaned against the fence, and watched her for several minutes. The woman started to rise from the dirt ground and turned around to see him staring at her.

"Can I help you?" She asked with her hands on her hips, commonly used in a intimidation methods for woman. The smirk grew bigger on the man's face and he stepped into the yard.

"Yes, I was wondering if you heard news of a man, supposedly he died on a mission in Kyoto. I am investigating that case. Can you help me?" He stepped closer to the woman barely having a foot between them.

The woman readjusted herself, but not breaking eye contact with the man who clearly had a head on her. She stepped slightly away from the man and picked up the basket to which she was placing weeds in. The man watched, never breaking eye contact with her.

"Well? Can you or am I here pointlessly?" She shrugged slightly and walked to a smaller building, a shed as it were. She placed the basket in the shed and locked it up.

"I heard he died in an explosion, supposedly he and a man, the Battousai, defeated another man that wanted to destroy and take over Japan. But that man never made it out." The smirk left the man's face and he opened his mouth to speak but the woman kept going.

"I heard also from the neighbors that he left his wife and 2 month year old son without a goodbye and she was out of it for a few days. She was really distraught, I feel bad for the poor woman, but that husband of hers can be…" He put his index finger to her lips.

"Enough, Tokio, I felt bad enough doing it" She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Saito, Fujita, whoever you decide to be today, you didn't feel sorry and you never do" She said in a harsh tone. Saito gave a small "ha" and stepped closer to Tokio, until there was only an inch of space left.

"I felt bad, but I thought it be better, than having you crying in front of me and beg me not to go" This time Tokio stepped away and walked into the house. Saito followed and grabbed her arm.

"Ha, you are mad, you can't even take a joke right now" She didn't try to escape his grip, she knew it would be futile to do so, he was simply too strong. Tokio didn't say anything she just stared off away from Saito Hajime's wolf glare. A couple minutes passed and he forced her gaze to his eyes.

"It was hard, even for me to leave. You know I may seem distant from you, but you know I care though I do not show it" There was his famous smirk again but he continued. "I know you care because you tolerate my arrogance, sarcasm and high sense of superiority." He said softly but in a strong voice. "The Battousai thinks you are like Buddha, for putting up with me."

Tokio gave a short laugh and shook her head. "If the Battousi can put up with you and not have the urge to kill you, then maybe I am a not much of a Buddha to put up with you and your reckless behavior. But, you can't help who you are attracted to."

Saito gave a short shrug and pulled Tokio into his chest and hugged her lightly. "I have a few days off from work, and no more dangerous missions, as of right now." Tokio nodded and wrapped her arms lightly around Saito. They both stood there for a few moments until a noise came from the back door.

"Tokio! Is dinner ready…." The boy stopped and looked at Tokio and Saito.