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CHAPTER 3: Haunting
Saito walked into his hotel room. It was next to Okita's, but Okita hadn't left the party yet. He sighed, removing the outer layer of clothing. Something heavy dropped out of it. Saito looked down and saw the book he had taken from Tokio earlier.
"Darn it," Saito mumbled, picking it up and flipping through it. It was filled with Japanese characters. "What is she reading?" He read a bit, but it sounded like poetry and he didn't like it that much. He tossed it onto his futon and continued to undress. Then, he climbed into bed and pulled the blanket over himself. He fell asleep.
"Uhhhh." Saito's eyes slowly opened. It was in the middle of the night and Saito had been asleep. He turned over in the bed and was about to go back to sleep when he realized that he wasn't alone. Tokio's body was in the bed with him. She was also awake and reading her book that he had taken from her. He immediately sat up and she calmly looked over at him, like nothing was different.
"Miss Tokio! What the heck are you doing here?" Saito exclaimed. "And why are you in my bed?!"
"I came to take my book back, captain. You told me to stay for a while and we both fell asleep. I woke up about an hour ago, though, and you were still asleep. I decided to stay until you woke up so you could walk me home," Tokio said.
"I don't remember any of this," Saito said.
"That's because when I came over you were really tired. You fell asleep almost instantly," Tokio replied. "Oh, and captain?"
"Huh?"
"Did you really mean it when you said you loved me?"
"I d..." Saito began, but suddenly heard Okita's voice.
"SAITO-SAN!!!!!" Okita's voice called.
"Uhhh. what do you want?" Saito asked, groggily.
"Saito-san, it's really late in the morning and you're still asleep? I thought that you had too much to drink." Okita grinned, his face right in front of Saito's.
"What happened?" Saito asked. He sat up. Was it all a dream? He looked over at his clothes thrown messily onto the floor. The book from Tokio was sitting on them. Then it must've been a dream. a really bad one, too. Why does this Tokio girl haunt me so much? Saito thought to himself. Then, he realized that he'd been staring at the wall for some time. Okita was staring at the third leader of the Shinsengumi strangely.
"Ummmmm. Saito-san?"
"Nothing, Okita. Now get outta here so I can change," Saito snapped.
"Okay. Don't have to get angry at me, Saito-san," Okita said, raising his hands innocently. He opened the paper door and walked out. Then, he closed it behind him.
Why do I keep thinking about her? Look, I'm doing it again! Ah, well, I'll have to give this book back to her anyway, though I don't even know where her house is. I don't really know this area too well; I'll have to ask Okita. Saito thought to himself as he pulled his belt tight. He tucked his katana into it and walked out the door.
"Okita!" Saito called to the boy.
"Yes?" Okita asked, turning around.
"Do you know where the Takagi residence is?" Saito asked, as he sat at a table. He turned to the waitress who was waiting for his order next to he table. "One bowl of plain hot soba, please?" The girl nodded and walked away.
"Yeah, I think I know where that is." Okita said thoughtfully. He ate some more rice out of his bowl. "Mmhmm. I pretty sure I know where that is. It's down the road from here and a little way to the left. I'll walk you there. We don't really have any work today, I don't think," He chewed on the rice.
"Thank you," Saito said as the waitress returned and set the bowl of soba on the table. He slurped the noodles.
"You really like the stuff, don't you? Hey, why do you want to find the Takagi residence anyway?" Okita asked. "It couldn't be that you actually found a woman for yourself at that party could it?" His smile widened, but it looked more mischievous this time.
"What?" Saito cried, some noodles falling out of his mouth. Okita giggled. "No, I didn't! I just have to return this book to a girl named Tokio, that's all."
"Oh. Well then that proves it! You were with a girl last night, Saito-san! You're actually in love. wow. it's quite amazing! HA HA HA." Okita began to laugh, then he stopped himself. "Ahem. Please excuse me, Saito-san."
"Shut up, Okita. I don't need to hear it. I'm just going to return this book to Miss Tokio and leave," Saito replied, slurping more noodles.
"Okay. Ready?" Okita asked. Saito picked up the bowl and drank most of the soup in it. Then he set it down, tossed a few coins in the table to pay and followed Okita out the door. They walked down the street and turned the corner about half a mile down. Then, they stopped at a large house.
"This is it!" Okita said. "I'm going back to the inn. Have a good time with your girl, Saito-san." He laughed as he walked down the street. Saito walked up to the house and knocked on the door.
A/N: I KNOW that this isn't historically correct, but I don't care! Don't tell me that it isn't. I already know.
CHAPTER 3: Haunting
Saito walked into his hotel room. It was next to Okita's, but Okita hadn't left the party yet. He sighed, removing the outer layer of clothing. Something heavy dropped out of it. Saito looked down and saw the book he had taken from Tokio earlier.
"Darn it," Saito mumbled, picking it up and flipping through it. It was filled with Japanese characters. "What is she reading?" He read a bit, but it sounded like poetry and he didn't like it that much. He tossed it onto his futon and continued to undress. Then, he climbed into bed and pulled the blanket over himself. He fell asleep.
"Uhhhh." Saito's eyes slowly opened. It was in the middle of the night and Saito had been asleep. He turned over in the bed and was about to go back to sleep when he realized that he wasn't alone. Tokio's body was in the bed with him. She was also awake and reading her book that he had taken from her. He immediately sat up and she calmly looked over at him, like nothing was different.
"Miss Tokio! What the heck are you doing here?" Saito exclaimed. "And why are you in my bed?!"
"I came to take my book back, captain. You told me to stay for a while and we both fell asleep. I woke up about an hour ago, though, and you were still asleep. I decided to stay until you woke up so you could walk me home," Tokio said.
"I don't remember any of this," Saito said.
"That's because when I came over you were really tired. You fell asleep almost instantly," Tokio replied. "Oh, and captain?"
"Huh?"
"Did you really mean it when you said you loved me?"
"I d..." Saito began, but suddenly heard Okita's voice.
"SAITO-SAN!!!!!" Okita's voice called.
"Uhhh. what do you want?" Saito asked, groggily.
"Saito-san, it's really late in the morning and you're still asleep? I thought that you had too much to drink." Okita grinned, his face right in front of Saito's.
"What happened?" Saito asked. He sat up. Was it all a dream? He looked over at his clothes thrown messily onto the floor. The book from Tokio was sitting on them. Then it must've been a dream. a really bad one, too. Why does this Tokio girl haunt me so much? Saito thought to himself. Then, he realized that he'd been staring at the wall for some time. Okita was staring at the third leader of the Shinsengumi strangely.
"Ummmmm. Saito-san?"
"Nothing, Okita. Now get outta here so I can change," Saito snapped.
"Okay. Don't have to get angry at me, Saito-san," Okita said, raising his hands innocently. He opened the paper door and walked out. Then, he closed it behind him.
Why do I keep thinking about her? Look, I'm doing it again! Ah, well, I'll have to give this book back to her anyway, though I don't even know where her house is. I don't really know this area too well; I'll have to ask Okita. Saito thought to himself as he pulled his belt tight. He tucked his katana into it and walked out the door.
"Okita!" Saito called to the boy.
"Yes?" Okita asked, turning around.
"Do you know where the Takagi residence is?" Saito asked, as he sat at a table. He turned to the waitress who was waiting for his order next to he table. "One bowl of plain hot soba, please?" The girl nodded and walked away.
"Yeah, I think I know where that is." Okita said thoughtfully. He ate some more rice out of his bowl. "Mmhmm. I pretty sure I know where that is. It's down the road from here and a little way to the left. I'll walk you there. We don't really have any work today, I don't think," He chewed on the rice.
"Thank you," Saito said as the waitress returned and set the bowl of soba on the table. He slurped the noodles.
"You really like the stuff, don't you? Hey, why do you want to find the Takagi residence anyway?" Okita asked. "It couldn't be that you actually found a woman for yourself at that party could it?" His smile widened, but it looked more mischievous this time.
"What?" Saito cried, some noodles falling out of his mouth. Okita giggled. "No, I didn't! I just have to return this book to a girl named Tokio, that's all."
"Oh. Well then that proves it! You were with a girl last night, Saito-san! You're actually in love. wow. it's quite amazing! HA HA HA." Okita began to laugh, then he stopped himself. "Ahem. Please excuse me, Saito-san."
"Shut up, Okita. I don't need to hear it. I'm just going to return this book to Miss Tokio and leave," Saito replied, slurping more noodles.
"Okay. Ready?" Okita asked. Saito picked up the bowl and drank most of the soup in it. Then he set it down, tossed a few coins in the table to pay and followed Okita out the door. They walked down the street and turned the corner about half a mile down. Then, they stopped at a large house.
"This is it!" Okita said. "I'm going back to the inn. Have a good time with your girl, Saito-san." He laughed as he walked down the street. Saito walked up to the house and knocked on the door.
A/N: I KNOW that this isn't historically correct, but I don't care! Don't tell me that it isn't. I already know.