COURTESY
WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS: This fic contains yaoi..as well as characters whom I have no rights to. (I just love them...^^;;;) Standard disclaimers apply. Please do not sue me as I am making no profit on this fic, not to mention that I am very poor and in debt. Even if I were to sell all my belongings, I wouldn't be able to pay off all my loans. -_-;;;;;
Saitou wisely froze as a slender kitchen knife imbedded itself in the wall near his head. His wife had a jealous streak.
Oh... I'm sorry, Hajime-san. My hands must have slipped.
His little wife Tokio, looking as beautiful as always, pulled the knife off the wall and bowed politely to Okita standing next to him. "I did not know my husband was bringing a guest...but welcome. I will prepare dinner immediately."
As she turned to the kitchen, a soft voice stopped her. Good-evening, Tokio-san, Okita bowed lightely, hardly batting an eyelash from the scene he had just witnessed. I see your aim is as good as it always has been."
Tokio regarded the short ex-Shinsengumi with a puzzled expression on her face. When Okita remained silent, she turned to look at her husband with a questioning look that clearly said am I supposed to know her?
"Souji," Saitou whispered to his wife.
"Souji?" she repeated the name. It was a common name..and she couldn't remember if she'd known anyone by it before.
Saitou cleared his throat. "Okita Souji," he clarified.
With a gasp, Tokio turned to Okita who was blushing slightly. "Okita-san?" Okita nodded.
Tokio stared silently at Okita, taking in his blue kimono and all. And then she swept him into a hug. Saitou watched as the two beautiful 'women' hugged each other. After a few moments, Tokio let him go with a beautiful smile on her face.
Saitou grinned. "So.. I may not bring a woman home for dinner but you may hug another man?" he chided his wife with amusement. He knew that Tokio had a tendency to mother Okita, despite being even younger than Okita was.
Tokio waved him off. "Oh phoo. You have nothing to worry about. Who would want an ugly middle aged woman like me?" she said, smiling good-naturedly.
Saitou's gaze ran over his wife, his eyes cleary saying that he disagreed with the ugly part and that he would definitely want her.
"Besides," she went on, "if I remember correctly, Okita-san was already interested in someone." She looked at Okita with eyes that often saw too much, eyes that gave her character beyond just a pretty face. "That is why you're here...dressed this way... is it not, Okita-san?" she asked softly.
Okita nodded.
Saitou narrowed his eyes as his wife smiled a truly pleased smile. She only got that smile when she was planning things - things that she probably should not involve herself in...but did so anyway despite his better judgement.
"Okita-san. You must allow me to help you. You're finally going after the one you love... and from what I know of Himura-san, we must strategize."
Okita cleared his throat. "Well.. I'm not really 'going after' him, Tokio-san. I just wanted to see him and see how he is doing..."
Tokio waved him off. "Of course you are going after him, Okita-san. It is the way things should be." She smiled a little sadly. "It is the way things should have been for years..." She brightened again. "But we'll fix all that, yes? Let's see if any of my kimonos will fit you. I have recently bought some beautiful silk ones...." She led Okita away chattering about kimonos and obis and other such womanly things.
Saitou, having watched all this, took a deep drag on his cigarette. It seemed like that dinner would be a long time in coming...
Sano picked up an acorn and threw it at a certain redheaded rurouni.
"Oro~~~" Kenshin turned from his bucket of laundry, rubbing his head. "Sano. How are you?"
Sano sulked. "I would have been a bit better if I hadn't spent the last 24 hours in jail with puking drunks. What happened? Saitou left saying he'll get you to bail me out and never came back."
Kenshin sweatdropped. "Anou.. we got a little side-tracked. There was a visitor last night."
Sano raised an eyebrow. "A visitor who can side-track that psycho cop? The nothing-gets-in-the-way-of-my-duty ex Shinsengumi?"
Kenshin nodded. At that moment, Megumi poked her head out of the dojo. She had come to the dojo earlier that day to discuss (or more like gossip) about the mysterious Souji-san with Kaoru.
"She's Saitou's ex-lover," Megumi claimed.
As Sano's jaw dropped, Kenshin waved his arms around in protest. "Maa... Megumi-san. You don't know that for sure."
"Oh." Megumi said thoughtfully, "Maybe she was Ken-san's lover instead. She seems to love Ken-san as well."
Sano whirled to face the red-faced redhead, his jaw dropping further.
Kenshin sweat-dropped. "You don't know that either, Megumi-san."
Megumi threw up her hands. "Well! What am I supposed to think when she says she loved Ken-san since he was fifteen but has Saitou saying that they spent every day together? And actually winking at her?"
Kenshin walked over to Sano and helped him close his mouth before his jaw became unhinged.
After a few moments of letting that sink in, Sano opened his mouth. "I want to see this person." She must not be human if she was Saitou Hajime's and the Hitokiri Battousai's lover, he thought. "Where is she?"
"You'll have to ask Saitou. He went with her to talk and we haven't seen them since." Megumi grinned one of her foxy grins.
Sano nodded and left in search of the cop.
Saitou was back in his office by the time Sano got to the police station.
"You're out of jail. Please tell me you did not break any bars on your way out." Saitou said as he took a long drag on his cigarette.
"No, damn you. I just threatened to break bars until the guard called the chief of police and he let me out." Sano grinned. "So what's this I hear about your ex-lover?"
Saitou raised an eyebrow. "My ex-lover?"
Sano shrugged. "Or Kenshin's ex-lover. Whatever."
"Is your brain usually this fried or are you unusually stupid today?" Saitou ground his cigarette butt and lit a new one. "If you have time to meddle in other peoples' business like some old woman, go home and count how many brain cells you have left."
"Hey you take that back you bast---"
At that moment, the door to the office opened and Okita entered balancing a tea tray in his hands. He was wearing one to Tokio's kimonos. A dark green silk with gold butterflies on the obi and looking very pretty and very much feminine.
"Pardon me, Saitou-san. I did not know you had a guest." He smiled at Sano and bowed politely before facing Saitou again. "Tokio-san thought we should talk if you're not too busy. I will wait outside." After putting the tray in front of Saitou, he turned to leave but Sano caught his wrist.
"Wait. Are you Saitou's ex-lover?"
Saitou grimaced and Okita sweatdropped at Sano's tactless bluntness. "No, sir." Okita replied, tugging his hand free.
"Are you Kenshin's ex-lover then?"
Okita sweatdropped more. "No.
"Then what are you?" Sano asked, confused.
Okita raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. What are you?"
Saitou interrupted before Sano could speak. "Souji. Don't waste your time answering him. He's too dumb to appreciate your sense of humor."
Sano glared at Saitou. "Hey! I resent that!"
Saitou gave a do-I-look-like-I-care look.
"You're more bitchy than usual today," Sano grumbled. "What.. your wife kicked you out for having an affair or something?"
Saitou started to retort to that but stopped. It was true that he was a bit irritated today because his wife had been too occupied with Okita last night. The dinner had been very late. And more importantly, he hadn't gotten any last night.
Saitou narrowed his eyes at Sano. The boy can be so annoyingly astute sometimes. He smirked at the thought. Yeah. About as astute as a blundering fool walking backwards and stepping on a gold mine.
Sano grinned. "Am I right or what?"
Saitou waved them away. "Souji. I'll talk to you after I finish looking at this pile of documents. Why don't you go visit Himura until then? I'm sure that's what Tokio really wanted me to tell you." He turned to Sano. "And you, ahou. Go and occupy your pea-sized brain with your own business."
He sighed as Okita and Sano left. He could hear Sano swearing through the closed door. No doubt Okita was trying to calm him down. Life was going to be interesting for the next little while to say the least....
-to be continued. sorry this part was late. dammed real life getting in the way. -_-;;;