"YOU WHAT?" Asked Saito. He had lost his usual calm: he seemed surprised, embarrassed and even angry. "It's not possible!" he repeated incessantly. Suddenly, he rose, turned and left the room.
"Obviously ... I ruined everything ..." he said, alone in his room.
The days that followed, Okita could move. He took the opportunity to get out. The brunette girl followed him everywhere. At least almost: it was sometimes absent for preparing meals or heat the alcohol: sake. Whenever her lover saw him, he turned and walked in the opposite direction. Okita soon realized he was avoiding her.
"Saito-san is weird right now." Chizuru said. "Something happened there?"
Okita him, only smiled, "... I do not know. " Chizuru looked strangely, she thought it was a bit weak because of his illness then, as a good mother who cares for her son, she said "You have a small mine, Okita-san. You should go to you rest. "
Their conversation stopped dead: Vice captain stood before them. With his head bad days, he said: "Saito feels good. Chizuru goes and makes tea in the meeting room by a half-hour. Okita, go and rest! You're not ready to get up. "Hijikata sighed.
"I'm fine." Okita smiled.
"Baka! If you do not want to stay there you should follow the advice of the doctor and therefore return quietly to your room!" Hijikata said, in a severe tone. Okita laughed then stopped suddenly, the smile on his lips.
"You're pissing me off Hijikata-san." Hijikata then shot the patient's eyes, turned and walked away. Chizuru, her left side prepare sake. Okita was alone. He took the opportunity to walk a little on the terrace. He thought back to last evening: its crisis, which allowed him to be alone with Saito. Then how pathetic he had ruined their relationship by confessing his feelings. Okita could not forgive his fault. He continued to walk and thus a half-hour passed. A cry made him return to him. It was the voice of Chizuru.
"That's hot! Quick!" She ran on the wooden deck.
"Chizuru-chan, how many times must I tell you not to run? You'll end up having an accident." Okita sighed. And that's what happened: Chizuru stumbled, fell forward, the dish of tea in hand. Okita, by reflex, tried to catch up. But he was so weakened because of his illness he fell backwards, holding the girl against his chest. They crashed to the ground. Chizuru, who was above him, stood up and excused himself immensely. Okita repeated that it was not serious. At its greatest fear, he saw a silhouette behind Chizuru, she was standing upright. It was Saito. Had he seen it all? It was impossible to know: he still had his mask of insensitivity. He knitted his eyebrows just a little and turned around going in another direction, a step upset. "Hajime-kun!" Exclaimed the patient. He got up quickly and run after him. Chizuru, meanwhile, embarrassed, made cups of tea and returned to the kitchen.
After much effort, Okita grabbed the handle of his beloved. What interrupted the Captain's race, he turned and struggled violently. Okita but did not yield. He began to question this man.
"Why are you angry, Hajime-kun?" Saito calmed down and replied directly:
"... You're hurting me." Okita would be even more handles in this response.
"This is not an answer! Why are you upset ?" Okita raised his voice, still trying to control themselves.
"..." Saito closed his eyes, there was a pause and finally said: "You have not wasted your time it seems."
"You threw me yesterday, You do not have your say! Unless you have something to say yesterday?"
"No." Okita frowned and decided to confess his words like he expected.
"Chizuru stumbled, I try to catch up but I fell. Ask him, you see." Okita said.
"It's not that the position seemed to say." Saito said, squeezing the handles, trying to master his anger.
"Would you be jealous?" Okita finally asked.
"Wh ... What? N.. No!" stuttered Saito, full of surprise.
"I can get on my knees, kiss your feet if you want but tell me what I want to hear what you say!" Okita said, releasing its hold on him, then weaving his hands in those of Saito.
"I think ..." Saito began to say, reluctant, blushing.
"Say it!" Okita murmured softly to his beloved.
"I ... I love you" Saito said, stammering. It was redder than a tomato.
The lips of those captured Okita Saito. It was a quick kiss but tender. Saito was surprised it was as if he had been waiting for this kiss forever. Okita, he was already addicted to taste the lips of his beloved. Okita kissed him again. This time, it took longer. Instinctively, Saito surrounded, with his arms, neck of the patient. This prompted the other to deepen the kiss. But all good things come to an end: they broke the kiss.
Since that time, their relationship quickly improve.
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