**The only thing Pechan will ever own is her lucky licorice rope, and
erotic dreams of Hajime Saito, whom Nobuhiro Watsuki created. She owns
nothing else. (just kidding. Pechan hates licorice)
~ An Unwanted Guest for the Night ~
Saito woke up to the sound of someone banging on his door. He looked down at the report in his hand. Hnh. He usually didn't fall asleep until he finished what he was doing. The knocking continued, and he stretched, getting up. Who the hell dared to bother him now? He opened the door, and found that Tokio in front of him. He buttoned the buttons on his jacket, "Is there something you want?"
Tokio gulped and asked, "I was wondering. How much does a servant get paid?"
Goro frowned, "You came in the middle of the night to my house to ask how much are servant wages?"
"Yes." She asked, a worried look on her face.
Goro pinched his brows, rubbing his temples, "And this is important, why....?"
"Well, I was thinking. See, I have really bad luck. But lately, you've been there to ummm....," she couldn't believe she was saying this, "Save me. So I thought, hey!! I got no job!! You're really nice! I'll work for you!"
Goro stared at her. Then put his hand on the door, "Good night, Miss Tokio."
She threw out her hand, and caught the sliding door, "Hey, no, really!! I need a job!"
"Then why did you bother me?"
Tokio bit her lip, "I bother you?"
Goro sighed, "Yes, very. Now run along. And don't get raped on the way home."
She rolled her eyes, "Oh, ha ha. Tell me, do you write these down?"
Goro tried to pull his door shut, as Tokio leaned on it to keep it open, "Errgh, okay!! Okay, no job! But, is it okay if I spend the night?"
"......... the night."
Suddenly, there was a police whistle.
Tokio looked behind her, "Aw damn..."
Goro sighed, "You're in trouble, aren't you?"
"How'd you guess?"
"So why come to a policeman's house after you committed a crime?"
Another whistled, and Tokio jumped in passed him, "Because it's the last place they'd expect!"
But no sooner as her words left her mouth, she felt his arm catch her stomach, and he pushed her back out, "Then go to another's house."
"But I know where you live!!"
"Officer Shinichi lives two blocks away, by a fox shrine. Pay him a visit."
Tokio struggled against his arm, "EEEEEEEEEERR- pleeeeease?!! I swear, I won't touch anything!!"
"All you do is bring trouble where ever you go. The last thing I need is to come home to my house in ashes." Tokio sighed, and drooped on his arm. "I see how it is. Well then, I'll just commit suicide right on your door mat and leave a note saying how badly you raped me."
"Very thoughtful of you."
She frowned and grabbed his jacket, "EEEEK!! NO!! DON'T TOUCH ME!!"
Goro narrowed his eyes, "What are you-"
"NO, I DON'T WANNA!! PLEASE, ANYTHING BUT MY INNOCENCE!! EEEEK!!"
Saito heard footsteps of the police just a block down, and he growled as he yanked Tokio inside.
Two policemen came around the corner. One of them, Tanaka, exclaimed, "Ah! Fujita!! Did you happen to see a woman around here?"
Goro smiled, shaking his head, "Can't say that I have."
"That's weird, we heard her voice all around town."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, sounded like she was getting, I don't know, attacked by some guys."
"All around town you say? Hmmm...."
He shifted his eyes into his room, where Tokio shrugged, grinning.
"..... well, I haven't seen or heard anything here," he replied.
"Really? I could have sworn-"
"That'll be all, Tanaka."
He saluted, "Sir," and left with his partner, as they continued patrolling the city.
Saito slid his door closed, and watched Tokio look at herself through a mirror in her hand.
"What is the meaning of this?"
"I felt lonely. Happy?"
"Not entirely. Why did you run around screaming like that?"
"I dunno."
"I have a feeling you did that so under the circumstances I'd let you in."
Tokio shrugged, "Maybe, maybe not. Who cares? I got me a bed tonight."
"Oh?"
"Yep!!" she stuffed her mirror into her sleeve. She looked around the one roomed apartment complex place thingy, whatever they're called. "Nice place. Cozy."
"It was quiet here too, a minute ago."
Tokio smiled, "Well, don't mind me. I just need a place to stay for tonight."
"Did you get kicked out of where you were living before?"
"Mmm hmm. But, you're nice enough to let me stay."
"So you say," he lit a cigarette.
Tokio kicked off her sandals, and pulled down her sock a bit, and rubbed her skin. Her cuts were gone entirely. "Say, you did pay for my hospital bill, didn't you?"
"Suppose I had. Would it make you leave?"
"It'd make me stay with such a considerate man," she grinned, devilishly.
Goro sighed, "No, I didn't."
"Well too bad, I'm staying."
"I really didn't."
Tokio shrugged, "Still staying."
Goro sighed, "Listen Miss Tokio, I'm sure you're a nice woman and all, but have a very busy life. The last thing I need, is you going through my things at night."
"What makes you think that?" she asked indignantly.
"You pry too much. When you think I'm not looking at you, you're watching me. Intently. Plus you broke into my house the other day. Now unless I look better than I remembered and you can't get enough of me, or-"
"Someone thinks high and mighty of himself."
"Or you're looking for something that I might have."
Tokio got up, "Well, honestly, yeah, I came to see you."
He flicked some ashes off his cigarette. "Well, now that is surprising. Every time we meet you end up causing trouble."
She smiled, "It's cause I'm dangerous. Rar."
Goro rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say." He went back to his desk, and began reading the report again. According to this, unless the officers in Hakode got their act together, he was going to have to go over there.
She put her getas by the door. "What'cha reading?"
He flipped the paper over, reading the other side, "Police report. And I'll thank you to please be quiet."
Tokio pouted, leaning back on her arms. He read the other side. So far, this particular man impersonated as an inn keeper at the hot springs. The guests would come, where he would rob them. Not much trouble here, he didn't see why they needed him.
He picked up the envelope, and pulled out the rest of the letter. Ah, I see. Aside from keeping a day job as an inn keeper, the man goes around accepting challenges and killing people. Not only that, according to this, all of the inn workers, including the maids and the cooks, killed passerby on a nightly basis. Motive? Not money. Nor revenge. Pure lust for blood. They kill all witnesses. And threaten the locals to keep their mouths shut.
With ten members strong, they were called under the alias the Ten Wolves. Ju Ookami, Jukami for short.
He smirked. Worthless dogs aren't even worthy of the name wolf. But, they said with the second letter he should come. For now, they were going to mobilize a station of swordsmen to get rid of it. After that, perhaps they won't send for him after all.
"Hakode? Cool, hot springs would be so great!"
He frowned, and grabbed a lock of her hair. She squealed, as he pulled her down. She had her chin right above his shoulder, and was reading his report. Stupid girl, how did she get behind him?
And how come she could kick the way she did? Not to mention, she was exceptionally gifted in infiltrating.
He narrowed his eyes, "Did I tell you you can speak?"
She squeezed her fingers into his hand, trying to pry her precious hair loose, "Hey hey HEY! Watch it!! I just cut the split ends. I don't need you ruining them!!"
He sighed, getting up, "I liked you better when you hated me. You weren't so clingy."
He dodged her geta sandal.
"Who's clingy?! What makes you think I want some jerk like you?" she snapped.
He turned, reading the paper, sighing, "You're eyes do."
Tokio growled, looking for something to strike him with.
According to the report, if Nakamura called him, then it was urgent no problem. He'll only look out for order from Nakamura-
He held up his arm, and caught Tokio's striking sheathe. He narrowed his eyes, "What are you doing with my sword?"
She pouted, "For your information, I'm only using the sheath. Killing people is for morons who can't find a better answer to things."
He smirked, brushing her aside, "She says this, yet says she's going to kill me."
She gasped, "Where'd you hear that?"
"You threaten me daily, Miss Tokio."
"Ah, you're right."
He yanked the sheath out of her hands. "Did you bring a change of clothes?"
She shook her head, "Nope. I'm just staying the night. I thought I'd just lay right here," she rocked on her heels, "Yep, on the cold bare floor. Looks kinda dirty, and most hosts would clean it for their guests, but I ain't complaining."
He sat down, "Good. I'd hate to get out of my way to make you comfortable."
Tokio grumbled, as he lay out his futon. He yawned; tonight was pretty long. He reconsidered the thought on Hakode. He hadn't been to the hot springs ever. He never had the time to. He removed his jacket, and turned, dropping it next to his closet. He turned, hearing something fall, and saw Tokio sprawling out on his futon.
He frowned, "Off."'
Tokio curled into a ball, "Mmmmmm, soooo much softer than my futon. You buy the good stuff!"
He nudged her, "Do I have to kick you off?"
She pouted, "Aww, what's wrong? You don't like girls?"
He narrowed his eyes even more (how small can they get, and still look evil?!) She grinned, winning, and curled back into a ball. Suddenly, she felt the futon slip out beneath her, and she felt the cold hard floor on her body. She frowned turning, "Hey!!"
He had yanked the futon out from under her like some people do to dining cloths and plates. The same affect. He knelt down, and she jumped on it again. He frowned, "You're very lucky considering I wouldn't strike a woman."
She stuck her tongue at him, "Mmmmnn!! You're lucky I don't feel like talking to you until I'm bored. Cause believe me, it's been a good long time since I had a nice girl talk, and I'm suspecting you're not one to talk about cute guys and periods, are you?"
Saito was speechless for a while. He shook his head, "Okay, now you're annoying me."
"I'm not annoying, I'm cute." She grinned.
"So she says...." He ducked under her kicking leg, "Yare yare.... kicking isn't exactly cute."
She frowned, and sat Indian style. "Fine. I don't like your futon anyways, it smells like you. Cigarettes and guy smell."
"Thank you. If I ever forget what I smell like I'll ask you."
"Jerk."
"Hnh. Moron."
"You're supposed to be a policeman! What happened to common courtesy?"
He barked a laugh, and laid down on his futon, "Is taking in a woman for a night and offering her my bed supposed to be common courtesy?"
".............. uh...................... yes?"
He rolled over on his side. "Good night, Miss Tokio. If you want a futon that bad, I have a clean one in my closet. I believe you know where it is from going through my things earlier."
She blushed, "Ah heh heh.... maybe....."
She crawled to the door, and slid it open. The whole mess she left in the closet was reorganized back to where everything should be. The door was replaced. She could tell, it was a brighter color than the walls. She pulled out the futon from the top box, and laid it on the floor, near the wall. Away from him. She grumbled as she laid down, "Jerk.... won't even help me make the bed..."
She undid her hair pins, and stuffed her hair under her head as a makeshift pillow. She looked at him, dropping her pins to the side of the futon, "Hey, you're sleeping in your clothes."
He sighed, "No, if I WERE sleeping now, I'd be a very happy man."
"Sleeping in your day clothes is gross. You sweat in those all day!"
"And you don't?"
"I changed before I got here. What's your excuse?"
"I work in three hours."
"Ah. I see. Ya know, maybe you should get a different job. Like chef!"
"You know Miss Tokio, the only thing that's stopping me from throwing you out is one more remark from you."
She frowned, then looked back up at the ceiling. She sighed. The place was not that bigger than her's, and even though he had more stuff than her, he kept it all very neatly. She just threw things where ever there was space. He seemed very tidy. And the cigarette smell wasn't bothering her that much anymore. She jiggled her leg, thinking this over.
What exactly was she doing here? She wanted to get close to him, and learn everything about him. She nearly giggled, thinking 'Good job, Tokio! You've just become Saito's number one stalker!' She sighed, putting her hands under her head. Of course, after he left tomorrow, he'd no doubt kick her out. Well, she'd just have to sneak in again, she did it before.
Suddenly, she felt her face turn. She found herself, looking at him. He was not wearing a blanket, and slept with his head resting on his left shoulder. His leg arm lay strait across, onto the floor. With his back to her, she couldn't see his face. His other arm was in front of him, and one leg lay over the other. She took in the way he dressed. He wore only a black t-shirt, a belt, blue pants, and white socks. She felt herself blush, remembering how much she liked European styled clothing. He had very broad shoulders, and a long body. She put her hand to her mouth, suppressing a giggle. What if he snores in his sleep?
"Go to sleep, Tokio."
She gulped, and nodded. And turned over. Why would she want to look at his scrawny butt, anyways?
~ An Unwanted Guest for the Night ~
Saito woke up to the sound of someone banging on his door. He looked down at the report in his hand. Hnh. He usually didn't fall asleep until he finished what he was doing. The knocking continued, and he stretched, getting up. Who the hell dared to bother him now? He opened the door, and found that Tokio in front of him. He buttoned the buttons on his jacket, "Is there something you want?"
Tokio gulped and asked, "I was wondering. How much does a servant get paid?"
Goro frowned, "You came in the middle of the night to my house to ask how much are servant wages?"
"Yes." She asked, a worried look on her face.
Goro pinched his brows, rubbing his temples, "And this is important, why....?"
"Well, I was thinking. See, I have really bad luck. But lately, you've been there to ummm....," she couldn't believe she was saying this, "Save me. So I thought, hey!! I got no job!! You're really nice! I'll work for you!"
Goro stared at her. Then put his hand on the door, "Good night, Miss Tokio."
She threw out her hand, and caught the sliding door, "Hey, no, really!! I need a job!"
"Then why did you bother me?"
Tokio bit her lip, "I bother you?"
Goro sighed, "Yes, very. Now run along. And don't get raped on the way home."
She rolled her eyes, "Oh, ha ha. Tell me, do you write these down?"
Goro tried to pull his door shut, as Tokio leaned on it to keep it open, "Errgh, okay!! Okay, no job! But, is it okay if I spend the night?"
"......... the night."
Suddenly, there was a police whistle.
Tokio looked behind her, "Aw damn..."
Goro sighed, "You're in trouble, aren't you?"
"How'd you guess?"
"So why come to a policeman's house after you committed a crime?"
Another whistled, and Tokio jumped in passed him, "Because it's the last place they'd expect!"
But no sooner as her words left her mouth, she felt his arm catch her stomach, and he pushed her back out, "Then go to another's house."
"But I know where you live!!"
"Officer Shinichi lives two blocks away, by a fox shrine. Pay him a visit."
Tokio struggled against his arm, "EEEEEEEEEERR- pleeeeease?!! I swear, I won't touch anything!!"
"All you do is bring trouble where ever you go. The last thing I need is to come home to my house in ashes." Tokio sighed, and drooped on his arm. "I see how it is. Well then, I'll just commit suicide right on your door mat and leave a note saying how badly you raped me."
"Very thoughtful of you."
She frowned and grabbed his jacket, "EEEEK!! NO!! DON'T TOUCH ME!!"
Goro narrowed his eyes, "What are you-"
"NO, I DON'T WANNA!! PLEASE, ANYTHING BUT MY INNOCENCE!! EEEEK!!"
Saito heard footsteps of the police just a block down, and he growled as he yanked Tokio inside.
Two policemen came around the corner. One of them, Tanaka, exclaimed, "Ah! Fujita!! Did you happen to see a woman around here?"
Goro smiled, shaking his head, "Can't say that I have."
"That's weird, we heard her voice all around town."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, sounded like she was getting, I don't know, attacked by some guys."
"All around town you say? Hmmm...."
He shifted his eyes into his room, where Tokio shrugged, grinning.
"..... well, I haven't seen or heard anything here," he replied.
"Really? I could have sworn-"
"That'll be all, Tanaka."
He saluted, "Sir," and left with his partner, as they continued patrolling the city.
Saito slid his door closed, and watched Tokio look at herself through a mirror in her hand.
"What is the meaning of this?"
"I felt lonely. Happy?"
"Not entirely. Why did you run around screaming like that?"
"I dunno."
"I have a feeling you did that so under the circumstances I'd let you in."
Tokio shrugged, "Maybe, maybe not. Who cares? I got me a bed tonight."
"Oh?"
"Yep!!" she stuffed her mirror into her sleeve. She looked around the one roomed apartment complex place thingy, whatever they're called. "Nice place. Cozy."
"It was quiet here too, a minute ago."
Tokio smiled, "Well, don't mind me. I just need a place to stay for tonight."
"Did you get kicked out of where you were living before?"
"Mmm hmm. But, you're nice enough to let me stay."
"So you say," he lit a cigarette.
Tokio kicked off her sandals, and pulled down her sock a bit, and rubbed her skin. Her cuts were gone entirely. "Say, you did pay for my hospital bill, didn't you?"
"Suppose I had. Would it make you leave?"
"It'd make me stay with such a considerate man," she grinned, devilishly.
Goro sighed, "No, I didn't."
"Well too bad, I'm staying."
"I really didn't."
Tokio shrugged, "Still staying."
Goro sighed, "Listen Miss Tokio, I'm sure you're a nice woman and all, but have a very busy life. The last thing I need, is you going through my things at night."
"What makes you think that?" she asked indignantly.
"You pry too much. When you think I'm not looking at you, you're watching me. Intently. Plus you broke into my house the other day. Now unless I look better than I remembered and you can't get enough of me, or-"
"Someone thinks high and mighty of himself."
"Or you're looking for something that I might have."
Tokio got up, "Well, honestly, yeah, I came to see you."
He flicked some ashes off his cigarette. "Well, now that is surprising. Every time we meet you end up causing trouble."
She smiled, "It's cause I'm dangerous. Rar."
Goro rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say." He went back to his desk, and began reading the report again. According to this, unless the officers in Hakode got their act together, he was going to have to go over there.
She put her getas by the door. "What'cha reading?"
He flipped the paper over, reading the other side, "Police report. And I'll thank you to please be quiet."
Tokio pouted, leaning back on her arms. He read the other side. So far, this particular man impersonated as an inn keeper at the hot springs. The guests would come, where he would rob them. Not much trouble here, he didn't see why they needed him.
He picked up the envelope, and pulled out the rest of the letter. Ah, I see. Aside from keeping a day job as an inn keeper, the man goes around accepting challenges and killing people. Not only that, according to this, all of the inn workers, including the maids and the cooks, killed passerby on a nightly basis. Motive? Not money. Nor revenge. Pure lust for blood. They kill all witnesses. And threaten the locals to keep their mouths shut.
With ten members strong, they were called under the alias the Ten Wolves. Ju Ookami, Jukami for short.
He smirked. Worthless dogs aren't even worthy of the name wolf. But, they said with the second letter he should come. For now, they were going to mobilize a station of swordsmen to get rid of it. After that, perhaps they won't send for him after all.
"Hakode? Cool, hot springs would be so great!"
He frowned, and grabbed a lock of her hair. She squealed, as he pulled her down. She had her chin right above his shoulder, and was reading his report. Stupid girl, how did she get behind him?
And how come she could kick the way she did? Not to mention, she was exceptionally gifted in infiltrating.
He narrowed his eyes, "Did I tell you you can speak?"
She squeezed her fingers into his hand, trying to pry her precious hair loose, "Hey hey HEY! Watch it!! I just cut the split ends. I don't need you ruining them!!"
He sighed, getting up, "I liked you better when you hated me. You weren't so clingy."
He dodged her geta sandal.
"Who's clingy?! What makes you think I want some jerk like you?" she snapped.
He turned, reading the paper, sighing, "You're eyes do."
Tokio growled, looking for something to strike him with.
According to the report, if Nakamura called him, then it was urgent no problem. He'll only look out for order from Nakamura-
He held up his arm, and caught Tokio's striking sheathe. He narrowed his eyes, "What are you doing with my sword?"
She pouted, "For your information, I'm only using the sheath. Killing people is for morons who can't find a better answer to things."
He smirked, brushing her aside, "She says this, yet says she's going to kill me."
She gasped, "Where'd you hear that?"
"You threaten me daily, Miss Tokio."
"Ah, you're right."
He yanked the sheath out of her hands. "Did you bring a change of clothes?"
She shook her head, "Nope. I'm just staying the night. I thought I'd just lay right here," she rocked on her heels, "Yep, on the cold bare floor. Looks kinda dirty, and most hosts would clean it for their guests, but I ain't complaining."
He sat down, "Good. I'd hate to get out of my way to make you comfortable."
Tokio grumbled, as he lay out his futon. He yawned; tonight was pretty long. He reconsidered the thought on Hakode. He hadn't been to the hot springs ever. He never had the time to. He removed his jacket, and turned, dropping it next to his closet. He turned, hearing something fall, and saw Tokio sprawling out on his futon.
He frowned, "Off."'
Tokio curled into a ball, "Mmmmmm, soooo much softer than my futon. You buy the good stuff!"
He nudged her, "Do I have to kick you off?"
She pouted, "Aww, what's wrong? You don't like girls?"
He narrowed his eyes even more (how small can they get, and still look evil?!) She grinned, winning, and curled back into a ball. Suddenly, she felt the futon slip out beneath her, and she felt the cold hard floor on her body. She frowned turning, "Hey!!"
He had yanked the futon out from under her like some people do to dining cloths and plates. The same affect. He knelt down, and she jumped on it again. He frowned, "You're very lucky considering I wouldn't strike a woman."
She stuck her tongue at him, "Mmmmnn!! You're lucky I don't feel like talking to you until I'm bored. Cause believe me, it's been a good long time since I had a nice girl talk, and I'm suspecting you're not one to talk about cute guys and periods, are you?"
Saito was speechless for a while. He shook his head, "Okay, now you're annoying me."
"I'm not annoying, I'm cute." She grinned.
"So she says...." He ducked under her kicking leg, "Yare yare.... kicking isn't exactly cute."
She frowned, and sat Indian style. "Fine. I don't like your futon anyways, it smells like you. Cigarettes and guy smell."
"Thank you. If I ever forget what I smell like I'll ask you."
"Jerk."
"Hnh. Moron."
"You're supposed to be a policeman! What happened to common courtesy?"
He barked a laugh, and laid down on his futon, "Is taking in a woman for a night and offering her my bed supposed to be common courtesy?"
".............. uh...................... yes?"
He rolled over on his side. "Good night, Miss Tokio. If you want a futon that bad, I have a clean one in my closet. I believe you know where it is from going through my things earlier."
She blushed, "Ah heh heh.... maybe....."
She crawled to the door, and slid it open. The whole mess she left in the closet was reorganized back to where everything should be. The door was replaced. She could tell, it was a brighter color than the walls. She pulled out the futon from the top box, and laid it on the floor, near the wall. Away from him. She grumbled as she laid down, "Jerk.... won't even help me make the bed..."
She undid her hair pins, and stuffed her hair under her head as a makeshift pillow. She looked at him, dropping her pins to the side of the futon, "Hey, you're sleeping in your clothes."
He sighed, "No, if I WERE sleeping now, I'd be a very happy man."
"Sleeping in your day clothes is gross. You sweat in those all day!"
"And you don't?"
"I changed before I got here. What's your excuse?"
"I work in three hours."
"Ah. I see. Ya know, maybe you should get a different job. Like chef!"
"You know Miss Tokio, the only thing that's stopping me from throwing you out is one more remark from you."
She frowned, then looked back up at the ceiling. She sighed. The place was not that bigger than her's, and even though he had more stuff than her, he kept it all very neatly. She just threw things where ever there was space. He seemed very tidy. And the cigarette smell wasn't bothering her that much anymore. She jiggled her leg, thinking this over.
What exactly was she doing here? She wanted to get close to him, and learn everything about him. She nearly giggled, thinking 'Good job, Tokio! You've just become Saito's number one stalker!' She sighed, putting her hands under her head. Of course, after he left tomorrow, he'd no doubt kick her out. Well, she'd just have to sneak in again, she did it before.
Suddenly, she felt her face turn. She found herself, looking at him. He was not wearing a blanket, and slept with his head resting on his left shoulder. His leg arm lay strait across, onto the floor. With his back to her, she couldn't see his face. His other arm was in front of him, and one leg lay over the other. She took in the way he dressed. He wore only a black t-shirt, a belt, blue pants, and white socks. She felt herself blush, remembering how much she liked European styled clothing. He had very broad shoulders, and a long body. She put her hand to her mouth, suppressing a giggle. What if he snores in his sleep?
"Go to sleep, Tokio."
She gulped, and nodded. And turned over. Why would she want to look at his scrawny butt, anyways?
