Disclaimer: I don't own PMK and neither do I want to! What I would really want is for Deidara to be my personal little pet slave that does everything for me from washing my hair to kissing me good night! winks

Deidara: You've been very bad, un! How come you didn't update this story earlier, yeah?

Baby blues jaded: Sorry, doll-face, I was busy with the scrapbook and I don't tell me you forgot about last night?

Deidara: Ah…Well, last night was great, un…Blushes

Baby blues jaded: Yes, hell it was great! And anyway, nobody in PMK is as cute as you Deidei-chaan!

Deidara: Well…Since you put it that way, un…I guess it's okay, yeah.

Saito had spent his time at The Peppermint Restaurant with Tokio Takagi; a girl who he had only recently met. Although it had only been a few minutes with her, Saito realized that he liked her a lot. She wasn't like loud and noisy like most girls her age was and she didn't seem to be the terrifyingly scary type either. Saito thanked god for that. He really hated to watch pathetic men who couldn't hold their own with their wives. Saito was NOT planning on becoming one of them. Nagakura was great example of one of these pathetic men. The man would lick and kiss his wife's feet if she told him to. Whatever that woman wanted, Nagakura would obey her words instantly. Saito never did want to admit it but sometimes he cringed when he saw Miyo-chan smack and slap her husband for displeasing her.

The way she wanted Nagakura to treat her was beyond anything Saito could grasp. To him, if you needed to go to such lengths for a woman then she might as well be the Quee of England or something. Shinpachi though, seemed to truly take his wife for some goddess. He was of course petrified of her but if there was one thing he couldn't tolerate was that anyone insulting his beloved Miyo. Shinpachi wouldn't give a damn then and he'd usually just unsheathe his katana and hack off the person insulting his great white goddess that was his wife. Saito remembered the conversation they had had about his wife at a brothel once.

They had gone there to celebrate on account of a mission gone successfully. Saito hadn't been particularly enthusiastic but since he was already dragged there and since he was getting drunk he thought he might as well enjoy the company the women could provide. That was when every single captain of the Shinsengumi were having more sake and women than any perverts or drunks in he whole town. Most f them were quite drunk then but Shinpachi was the only one who didn't have a beautiful half naked girl on his arm. (Saito, he remembered, had had two half naked women clinging on both his arms.)

-Flashback- -

'Why the hell aren't you saddled up with one of these whores, yet, Shinpachi!?' Sanosuke boomed at Shinpachi. Anyone who was sane could see that the man was clearly drunk. He had his arm snaked around a woman's wait and his gaze was fixed on her breasts.

'Hee…I've taken a vow of hic celibacy!' cried Shinpachi stupidly. He was grinning like a mad man. Even though he was drunk, he could stay sober enough not get involved with any of the women present. He was after all a married man and he adored his wife too much to go and hurt her in any way possible.

'Well, break that vow, you stupid fag! These bitches are here and waiting so why don't you tap one of them?' Sanosuke yelled in his drunken state. He wasn't even thinking clearly but at the back of his mind was telling him he shouldn't be near any of the females as well. (Sanosuke Harada loved his wife very much too.)

Saito who wasn't close to the very loud and brash man had never before heard him use the words "bitches" to refer to women or a disgusting expression like "tapping". Saito chose to remain silent however. He was curious himself about why Shinpachi wasn't yet cuddling up to the women like the rest of them were. He highly doubted the "vow of chastity part"!

It was a surprise to see a man of confidence and self assurance not to do what all men were born to do i.e. SEX. Or was it really hesitation Nagakura felt? Or perhaps he was thinking about something else besides that.

Shinpachi suddenly stopped giggling or hiccupping. His face suddenly lost al it's pinkness that were the tell tale signs of alcohol consumption completely vanished in an instant. He looked sober in less than a second and even Saito was surprised.

Shinpachi stared at his cup. It was one of those tiny miniscule things that in Saito's opinion were created to make a woman look more delicate at drinking sake.

Twiddling the little cup in his fingers Shinpachi gazed as the clear liquid began to spread tiny ripples at each movement his fingers made.

'I don't want to commit adultery', he said softly, he didn't sound amused at all. His voice was almost a whisper but everyone in the whole brothel heard him clearly. They had all forgotten the women slapped on their arms and chest and were giving Shinpachi their fullest attention.

'I don't want to go out to the Red Light District and get myself a piece of flesh while my perfectly wonderful wife is sitting at home worrying about me and if I'd ever come back alive,' he went on.

He closed his eyes briefly and took in a deep breath before letting out a sigh.

'I love her too much to do that to her.'

Saito searched Shinpachi's face for any signs of uncertainty or doubts but there was none. Instead there was burning look etched in his eyes and on his face. He looked like a man who was in love and would die in order to protect that love.

'But why, Shinpachi-san?' Okita asked in a puzzled voice. He just couldn't understand why Nagakura said all those things before. Unlike Saito, Okita hadn't bothered to look at Nagakura's face properly.

'Why what?' Shinpachi snapped his head and looked at Okita.

'Why do you love her so much?' Okita asked impatiently. He wasn't easily impatient but he was just a boy and he was drunk as well.

A small sweet smile spread across Shinpachi's face at that question and he was silent before he answered. He lowered his head and Saito and Okita both thought he looked like a man who was thinking of very fond fond memories.

'She may not look it to you fellows, but she's the best woman to me. She takes really good care of me and when ya'll aren't around she loves me and baths me with affection. I don't think I'll ever find another woman like her.'

Sanosuke chuckled when he heard this. He quickly let go of the woman's waist and sort of pushed her away slightly. The woman only gave in to his request.

'Well, then, Shinpachi-chan! What the hell are we still doing here? Let's haul our asses back home, shall we?' he barked loudly.

'After all, I miss my darling Masa-chan!'

Sanosuke yanked Shinpachi by the collar and staggered to the door. Before they reached it though both fell face first to the floor.

'Sigh…I guess I'll be the one in charge to bring those two idiots home…' Todo sighed, a little saddened by the fact that he wasn't going to be able to get his own piece that night.

He pulled himself up and made a grab at both Shinpachi and Sanosuke.

'Oi, Shinpachi-chan! Get the hell up and wipe that bloody nose of yours!'

- End of flashback - -

Saito closed his eyes and sipped his tea gingerly as the memory began to fade.

He didn't know why it suddenly just strolled inside his mind. It just seemed to jog alongside his brain at the moment.

There was, another time, when none of them were drunk and Okita, being he bumbling happy cheerful idiot had chirped about "Why was it that Miyo-chan was so special to you, Nagakura-san?" and "Does she love you too?"

Shinpachi, who was almost a head shorter than Okita, had looked back at the younger man in surprise. He didn't seem offended as he lightly laughed after a second or two.

"No, no, Miyo-chan is really special 'cause she has her moments when…Well, she'd make me feel like the luckiest man alive," Shinpachi hesitated, a pink hue tainting his cheeks.

"You men when she'd give you a good- ,"

"Shag?" Saito asked casually, skillfully cutting in Okita's obviously-going-to-be-another-stupid-question.

"Uhh…" Shinpachi muttered, growing even pinker, "Yeah…"

Saito hoped his face didn't betray his emotions then because he was having all kinds of images of Miyo-chan trying to seduce a pink faced Nagakura. The thought was just too hilarious.

Okita who was getting ever so curious couldn't help himself but to indulge his need of asking more humiliating questions.

"What does she do to please you so much in bed that makes her the love of your life, Nagakura?" he asked without getting embarrassed at all. In fact, if Saito wasn't such an emotionally controlled freak he would have thumped the boy's face in for sounding just a tad bit eager.

"Um…Well, she does this really sexy dance where she thrusts out her magnificent b-," Nagakura shut his mouth abruptly. By this time his face was lighting up like a tomato and he looked like he was about to burst from all the humiliation he was enduring.

Saito couldn't stop the mental image of Miyo-chan dancing sensually and thrusting out her well…rather large breasts at her small and blushing husband. Saito had to slap himself upside the head so he wouldn't be able to burst into laughter. Poor Nagakura…His wife probably dominated him even in the bed room.

Whatever that had been going on that day, Saito and Okita had both dropped the onslaught of questions (mostly on Okita's part). But that was when Saito thought that maybe m,arriage wasn't such a bad thing after all. If a man like Nagakura was actually enjoying his wife even despite the fact that she was a monster, then surely marriage wasn't as horrible as some of the other guys said it was.

There was even a time, when God forbid, Okita had another attack of "must-ask-embarrassing-question" and he had eagerly asked how Sanosuke thought of his marriage.

The Shinsengumi spear wielder had stroked his chin in deep thought before declaring (with a big naughty grin) that marriage life was going great as far as he was concerned. He told them (mostly Okita) that his wife was a really good cook and that she took care of the house like a pro. He also mentioned that she was the only one that could control their monster of a son; Shigeru. He said she wasn't like some women who "only cared about how they looked like and went to parties all the time".

The knowledge somehow, was comforting in the sense that at least there were women out there who could really take care of their husbands and children.

"She loves me too…" Harada said sheepishly. And Okita in all his youthful ignorance had looked at Harada in wonder before piping up a rather cute "Oo."

Well, and that had been the end of that particularly embarrassing yet useful memory. At least he had another opinion of marriage from a married man. And it wasn't a bad opinion either.

After both men's insights on married life, Saito was beginning to think that women had a lot more to offer besides luscious curves and their on going tempers. If that were the case then women, in Saito's opinion, were extremely skilled in masking their true feelings.

He wondered, with a heavy heart, if Tokio, who was sitting across him and eating her soba delicately, was holding up a façade of a perfect little woman when in reality she was a little demon.

God forbid!