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~Bed Time Story~
The dinner went as usual, but Ryu kept glancing at the police man. Mina talked and ate and talked, and never really seemed to shut up. Saito had a strong suspicion Mina was just like her mother. After dinner, Tokio had taken the children to bed, and had even promised them a bed time story.
Saito was left in his room, changing into a light yukata. He had been in Hokkaido the past two weeks, and the cold didn't agree with him. He found warm weather more suitable to his liking. He sat in the futon, sitting up, with one knee bent. He was smoking again. Ever since his return, he had been smoking nonstop. Why was that? Policemen had commented it looked like a nervous tick, the way some people bite their nails. Laughable. What could he possibly be nervous about? He took a drag of his cigarette.
Was he nervous around his children? Tokio had said he was stiffer than usual.
He lowered the cigarette, exhaling silver wisps. No, that couldn't be it. He couldn't care less if his children loved him or hated him. And the way it was looking with Mina and Ryu, it seemed like he'd get both sides, loving and hating. Ryu didn't trust him; his eyes blatantly told him so. He didn't blame the boy.
He sat, looking at his cigarette, turning it around in his fingers. So why couldn't he stop smoking ever since he set foot in this house? After a few minutes, he smirked, and propped it back into his lips.
Maybe, as Tokio said it, he had the munchies for them.
Just then, the door slid open, and his wife stepped in, donned in a yukata as well. She had hair her hair tied back in a loose bun, and several locks tapered to her chin. She sighed, rubbing her arm, as she closed the door, "Sorry, Mina and Ryu wanted a bedtime story badly. So I had to make up one," she began to untie her bun, "And then Mina couldn't sleep unless I was with her, so I had to lay next to her until she fell asleep. I hope you're happy, you're making me ditch my kids for you."
He watched her as she came next to him, kneeling down. Her green eyes caught the candle's light, and they flickered like emeralds. Saito puffed for a minute, and then said, "You could stay with them if you want."
Tokio smiled, letting her hair fall, "What? And leave you out here all by yourself?" she giggled, and leaned in, "Don't you want a bed time story, too?"
Saito stubbed his cigarette in the ceramic tea cup he was using as an ashtray by the bedside, "No thank you. I'm perfectly capable of falling asleep by myself."
He smirked, as she lightly punched his arm, "You jerk." She watched him lay down, and she snuggled close to him. He never snuggled back; there seemed to be a strict macho code between all men that if a woman snuggles you, you lay as still as a statue and make no other response. Fine by Tokio - that meant she could fondle him any way she wanted.
And the thought of holding him in any way made her heart melt.....
She sighed, pulled out his arm, and laid her head on it as a makeshift pillow.
"If I knew you were going to be this clingy when I got back, I think I should've kept the job at Hokkaido."
Tokio giggled, "Well tough sh!t, you didn't," she turned her face up to his, and kissed his cheek, "You never even said how much you missed me."
"I didn't. I go to a brothel, remember?"
She frowned, "Hey, that ain't funny!!"
"You're the one suggesting it."
Tokio pouted, "And you're not denying it!!"
He smirked. "Yare yare, so grouchy." He looked down at her face. What a child. Becoming his wife and then a mother never really changed her at all. Well, in public, she was now a dignified mother that people viewed as an accomplished entertainer and cook. But whenever they were alone, she suddenly seemed to lose a few years, and she'd giggle and flirt as if they had just played hooky or something.
He loved her pout. He'd admit to that, since she seemed to have perfected it over the years. It made her lips seem very kissable. He smirked, "Do you honestly think I go to other women?"
Tokio shrugged, eyes closed, "Maybe. You can be such a bastard sometimes."
"At least when I'm out all the women get the suspicion I'm single." He caught her flying fist that tried to silence him, "Besides, I have you. And that's one woman too many for me."
He caught her other wrist that aimed for his head, and laughed in his throat. Tokio whispered, "You jerk. You oughta be locked up!"
Both hands wrapped around hers, he pulled her in for a kiss, "If that were to happen you'd just bail me out, because you'd grow lonely..."
Suddenly, the door slid open, and they heard a slight whimper, "Mom, I had a bad dream."
Tokio widened her eyes, and sighed in HEAVY disappointment.
"Hey, what's going on in here?"
Tokio lowered her hands in her husband's, squeezing them in affection, "Nothing Ryu. Now go to bed, honey!"
"But I had a bad dream!!"
Tokio sighed, "Well, bother Mina!! Not me!!"
Ryu gulped, and sniffed, "But Moooommmmm................."
Tokio felt a storm cloud above her head, and Saito gently unclasped her hands. "Have fun in your son's room," he taunted softly.
She growled for him to hear, "One of these days I'm gonna have another baby, and YOU'RE gonna do all the gross parenting cr@p like changing its' diaper!!"
He smirked, turning on his side, away from her, "Sorry, I think I have to go to Tama that year-"
She bopped him with the pillow, "I HATE YOU!!"
He laughed softly again, as Tokio stood. Ryu rubbed his stomach, "And I'm hungry too, Mom......"
She walked over to Ryu, and took his little hand in hers, "Well, let's get you to the kitchen then, shall we?"
Ryu rubbed his eyes, following her out, "Can you make me sushi?"
"Hon, it's too late for sushi. How about a plain rice ball....."
Saito could hear their soft footsteps disappear and he was in the room, alone again. He now could see why having children could be a problem. Maybe he could convince Tokio to put them up for adoption. He smirked; she would REALLY hate him then.
He sat up again, and after a minute of staring at his lap, he stood up. He walked over to the door leading outside, and opened it.
The night was cool, and the fireflies were dancing in his yard. Cicadas were heard buzzing far off, and a few people chattered outside his gates as they walked by. He leaned against the door jam, lighting another cigarette.
He had five more days here before he set off for another mission. Five more days, and then Tokio would go back to her regular schedule of taking care of his children.
He still had his back against the door as he slid down, sitting on the floor. She had bore him twins. Twins were rare and good luck. But she didn't look happy. He had found that out when he came back home from a mission, finding Tokio seated in futon, holding two babies in her arms. She had smiled at him, and whispered, "Surprise. You're a daddy."
And surprised he was. He had thought her erratic eating habits and swelling stomach were just signs of her getting fat. She laughed, saying his face looked so shocked when he first heard/seen the news in front of her.
But she already realized the problem, and announced how hard it would have been. Raising two children by herself.......
He got the hint, but what could he do? He couldn't quit his job, not yet. Not ever. It was something he had hoped she would understand. Lucky for him, Tokio was actually patient when it came to his wants. Not many women would settle for a man that could never be in one place for more than a month at most. Even after he had slain her father........... she finally came to terms, and announced perhaps losing her father was a trade for having him. She spoke those words sadly, and tenderly, as if deciding no matter how much it had hurt before, her main importance was her husband. She was an incredibly devoted wife, for one who could forgive the killers of her parents.........
He had chosen his mate well. He had no regrets of it. Although, he smirked, he did wish her tastes in food and clothing were a bit cheaper. Tokio had an unfavorable habit of spending his money. Well, he wasn't going to use it anyways, so why should he complain?
"Where's Mommy?"
Saito jerked his head to his daughter's voice, who had crawled into the room. She looked very tired, as she sat on her heels. Her little black pigtails were askew, and her blue yukata was slightly disheveled. She yawned, and asked again, "Did she go somewhere?"
Saito nodded, "Your brother couldn't sleep, so she's making him something to eat in the kitchen."
"Oh," she rubbed her eyes.
Saito placed the cigarette in is mouth, hoping that piece of information would send Mina to go after her mother. But she didn't.
"Did you have a nightmare or somethin'?"
"No."
"Then how come you're up?"
He lifted his cigarette, ".......... did you have a nightmare?"
Mina sniffed, and wiped her face again, "I dreamt a monster was eating me."
He smirked. Stupid kid.
"Go to bed Minami."
She looked at him, her eyes big. "But I'm scared!"
"Go find your mother, she can help you."
"I don't wanna walk through the house; it's dark!!" she rubbed her knuckles, "And I'm scared of the dark......"
Now what was he supposed to do? He had better luck figuring out mass murderers and yakuza men. There was a simple way to solve a problem - Aku Soku Zan. This was a bit more difficult, since he couldn't just tell her to go away. Well, he could, but something nagged inside him not too. Call it his conscience, if you will.
She crawled up to him, "Daddy, can I sleep with you tonight?"
Oh great.
"Minami, if you want your mother-"
"Mina," she pointed to herself, "I'm Mina." She reached up, and tugged on his yukata sleeve.
He lowered his cigarette, "Mina, if you want-"
She shook her head sleepily, "But I wanna sleep with you!! You can keep the monsters away!"
He stared at her as this little girl crawled onto his lap. Awkward, nothing more.
He lifted his hands, unsure of what to do, "You really shouldn't-"
She clung to his arms, and closed her eyes, "Shh, you'll wake up the monsters."
He smirked. So this was his daughter. He lowered his hands, and sighed, as he stubbed his cigarette. Out of curiosity, he smirked, "What makes you think I could keep monsters way, Mina?"
She mumbled, as she drifted off to sleep in her father's lap, "Cuz..... you ......... got a sword. Mommy doesn't..." she yawned, and buried her face in his chest, muffling her words, "You can protect me....da..."
She fell asleep before the last word could be said. Saito stared at the little girl that decided to make a bed of him. Just great. And he was about to go to the bathroom too. He sighed, and leaned his head against the wall, "Yare yare........."
~~After twenty minutes, Saito blinked his eyes open to the sound of a suppressed giggle. He slowly shook his head, and looked at the sound. His wife was on her knees, adoring he sight of her daughter nestled in her husband's lap. She had her fingers on her lips, and she was giggling, "Ah hah!! You DO see other women besides me!!"
Saito smirked, "Cute. Now get her off me."
Tokio pouted, "Aww, but she likes you!!" She smiled, and gently ran her fingers through her daughter's fine black hair, "Everybody says what a beautiful daughter I have......."
Saito could see that content glimmer in her eyes, as she gazed dreamily to her daughter. He smirked, dipped his head, and kissed Tokio's hand that lay her on daughter's head, "Our daughter."
Tokio bit her lip, smiling, trying to hold in her tears. She looked away, chuckling, "Heh heh, you're right. I'm sorry, Hajime, I never thought... y- you, now you're always gone......... I never thought we'd...." she sniffed, and wiped her cheeks, "Be a family, you know...?"
He rolled his eyes, "Yare yare, she always has to cry about something."
She sniffed, "I-I know, I'm sorry."
He didn't mean it that way. He reached out and touched her shoulder, stopping her slight tears. She gulped, and then smiled at him again, "I'm sorry, I really didn't think we'd ever........ you know...... be like this...."
He smirked, and pulled her to his side, "I've been in a family before, Tokio. I know how they work."
"I know, it's just............ oh, I dunno.......... I'm just being dumb," she kissed his cheek again.
"That you are."
She growled, "You know, this is the part where the husband says, 'You're not dumb, you're perfect!'"
"I'm not your husband, I'm her father," he smirked.
**Yeah, this story really rambled off into nothing. So sorry again!!
~Bed Time Story~
The dinner went as usual, but Ryu kept glancing at the police man. Mina talked and ate and talked, and never really seemed to shut up. Saito had a strong suspicion Mina was just like her mother. After dinner, Tokio had taken the children to bed, and had even promised them a bed time story.
Saito was left in his room, changing into a light yukata. He had been in Hokkaido the past two weeks, and the cold didn't agree with him. He found warm weather more suitable to his liking. He sat in the futon, sitting up, with one knee bent. He was smoking again. Ever since his return, he had been smoking nonstop. Why was that? Policemen had commented it looked like a nervous tick, the way some people bite their nails. Laughable. What could he possibly be nervous about? He took a drag of his cigarette.
Was he nervous around his children? Tokio had said he was stiffer than usual.
He lowered the cigarette, exhaling silver wisps. No, that couldn't be it. He couldn't care less if his children loved him or hated him. And the way it was looking with Mina and Ryu, it seemed like he'd get both sides, loving and hating. Ryu didn't trust him; his eyes blatantly told him so. He didn't blame the boy.
He sat, looking at his cigarette, turning it around in his fingers. So why couldn't he stop smoking ever since he set foot in this house? After a few minutes, he smirked, and propped it back into his lips.
Maybe, as Tokio said it, he had the munchies for them.
Just then, the door slid open, and his wife stepped in, donned in a yukata as well. She had hair her hair tied back in a loose bun, and several locks tapered to her chin. She sighed, rubbing her arm, as she closed the door, "Sorry, Mina and Ryu wanted a bedtime story badly. So I had to make up one," she began to untie her bun, "And then Mina couldn't sleep unless I was with her, so I had to lay next to her until she fell asleep. I hope you're happy, you're making me ditch my kids for you."
He watched her as she came next to him, kneeling down. Her green eyes caught the candle's light, and they flickered like emeralds. Saito puffed for a minute, and then said, "You could stay with them if you want."
Tokio smiled, letting her hair fall, "What? And leave you out here all by yourself?" she giggled, and leaned in, "Don't you want a bed time story, too?"
Saito stubbed his cigarette in the ceramic tea cup he was using as an ashtray by the bedside, "No thank you. I'm perfectly capable of falling asleep by myself."
He smirked, as she lightly punched his arm, "You jerk." She watched him lay down, and she snuggled close to him. He never snuggled back; there seemed to be a strict macho code between all men that if a woman snuggles you, you lay as still as a statue and make no other response. Fine by Tokio - that meant she could fondle him any way she wanted.
And the thought of holding him in any way made her heart melt.....
She sighed, pulled out his arm, and laid her head on it as a makeshift pillow.
"If I knew you were going to be this clingy when I got back, I think I should've kept the job at Hokkaido."
Tokio giggled, "Well tough sh!t, you didn't," she turned her face up to his, and kissed his cheek, "You never even said how much you missed me."
"I didn't. I go to a brothel, remember?"
She frowned, "Hey, that ain't funny!!"
"You're the one suggesting it."
Tokio pouted, "And you're not denying it!!"
He smirked. "Yare yare, so grouchy." He looked down at her face. What a child. Becoming his wife and then a mother never really changed her at all. Well, in public, she was now a dignified mother that people viewed as an accomplished entertainer and cook. But whenever they were alone, she suddenly seemed to lose a few years, and she'd giggle and flirt as if they had just played hooky or something.
He loved her pout. He'd admit to that, since she seemed to have perfected it over the years. It made her lips seem very kissable. He smirked, "Do you honestly think I go to other women?"
Tokio shrugged, eyes closed, "Maybe. You can be such a bastard sometimes."
"At least when I'm out all the women get the suspicion I'm single." He caught her flying fist that tried to silence him, "Besides, I have you. And that's one woman too many for me."
He caught her other wrist that aimed for his head, and laughed in his throat. Tokio whispered, "You jerk. You oughta be locked up!"
Both hands wrapped around hers, he pulled her in for a kiss, "If that were to happen you'd just bail me out, because you'd grow lonely..."
Suddenly, the door slid open, and they heard a slight whimper, "Mom, I had a bad dream."
Tokio widened her eyes, and sighed in HEAVY disappointment.
"Hey, what's going on in here?"
Tokio lowered her hands in her husband's, squeezing them in affection, "Nothing Ryu. Now go to bed, honey!"
"But I had a bad dream!!"
Tokio sighed, "Well, bother Mina!! Not me!!"
Ryu gulped, and sniffed, "But Moooommmmm................."
Tokio felt a storm cloud above her head, and Saito gently unclasped her hands. "Have fun in your son's room," he taunted softly.
She growled for him to hear, "One of these days I'm gonna have another baby, and YOU'RE gonna do all the gross parenting cr@p like changing its' diaper!!"
He smirked, turning on his side, away from her, "Sorry, I think I have to go to Tama that year-"
She bopped him with the pillow, "I HATE YOU!!"
He laughed softly again, as Tokio stood. Ryu rubbed his stomach, "And I'm hungry too, Mom......"
She walked over to Ryu, and took his little hand in hers, "Well, let's get you to the kitchen then, shall we?"
Ryu rubbed his eyes, following her out, "Can you make me sushi?"
"Hon, it's too late for sushi. How about a plain rice ball....."
Saito could hear their soft footsteps disappear and he was in the room, alone again. He now could see why having children could be a problem. Maybe he could convince Tokio to put them up for adoption. He smirked; she would REALLY hate him then.
He sat up again, and after a minute of staring at his lap, he stood up. He walked over to the door leading outside, and opened it.
The night was cool, and the fireflies were dancing in his yard. Cicadas were heard buzzing far off, and a few people chattered outside his gates as they walked by. He leaned against the door jam, lighting another cigarette.
He had five more days here before he set off for another mission. Five more days, and then Tokio would go back to her regular schedule of taking care of his children.
He still had his back against the door as he slid down, sitting on the floor. She had bore him twins. Twins were rare and good luck. But she didn't look happy. He had found that out when he came back home from a mission, finding Tokio seated in futon, holding two babies in her arms. She had smiled at him, and whispered, "Surprise. You're a daddy."
And surprised he was. He had thought her erratic eating habits and swelling stomach were just signs of her getting fat. She laughed, saying his face looked so shocked when he first heard/seen the news in front of her.
But she already realized the problem, and announced how hard it would have been. Raising two children by herself.......
He got the hint, but what could he do? He couldn't quit his job, not yet. Not ever. It was something he had hoped she would understand. Lucky for him, Tokio was actually patient when it came to his wants. Not many women would settle for a man that could never be in one place for more than a month at most. Even after he had slain her father........... she finally came to terms, and announced perhaps losing her father was a trade for having him. She spoke those words sadly, and tenderly, as if deciding no matter how much it had hurt before, her main importance was her husband. She was an incredibly devoted wife, for one who could forgive the killers of her parents.........
He had chosen his mate well. He had no regrets of it. Although, he smirked, he did wish her tastes in food and clothing were a bit cheaper. Tokio had an unfavorable habit of spending his money. Well, he wasn't going to use it anyways, so why should he complain?
"Where's Mommy?"
Saito jerked his head to his daughter's voice, who had crawled into the room. She looked very tired, as she sat on her heels. Her little black pigtails were askew, and her blue yukata was slightly disheveled. She yawned, and asked again, "Did she go somewhere?"
Saito nodded, "Your brother couldn't sleep, so she's making him something to eat in the kitchen."
"Oh," she rubbed her eyes.
Saito placed the cigarette in is mouth, hoping that piece of information would send Mina to go after her mother. But she didn't.
"Did you have a nightmare or somethin'?"
"No."
"Then how come you're up?"
He lifted his cigarette, ".......... did you have a nightmare?"
Mina sniffed, and wiped her face again, "I dreamt a monster was eating me."
He smirked. Stupid kid.
"Go to bed Minami."
She looked at him, her eyes big. "But I'm scared!"
"Go find your mother, she can help you."
"I don't wanna walk through the house; it's dark!!" she rubbed her knuckles, "And I'm scared of the dark......"
Now what was he supposed to do? He had better luck figuring out mass murderers and yakuza men. There was a simple way to solve a problem - Aku Soku Zan. This was a bit more difficult, since he couldn't just tell her to go away. Well, he could, but something nagged inside him not too. Call it his conscience, if you will.
She crawled up to him, "Daddy, can I sleep with you tonight?"
Oh great.
"Minami, if you want your mother-"
"Mina," she pointed to herself, "I'm Mina." She reached up, and tugged on his yukata sleeve.
He lowered his cigarette, "Mina, if you want-"
She shook her head sleepily, "But I wanna sleep with you!! You can keep the monsters away!"
He stared at her as this little girl crawled onto his lap. Awkward, nothing more.
He lifted his hands, unsure of what to do, "You really shouldn't-"
She clung to his arms, and closed her eyes, "Shh, you'll wake up the monsters."
He smirked. So this was his daughter. He lowered his hands, and sighed, as he stubbed his cigarette. Out of curiosity, he smirked, "What makes you think I could keep monsters way, Mina?"
She mumbled, as she drifted off to sleep in her father's lap, "Cuz..... you ......... got a sword. Mommy doesn't..." she yawned, and buried her face in his chest, muffling her words, "You can protect me....da..."
She fell asleep before the last word could be said. Saito stared at the little girl that decided to make a bed of him. Just great. And he was about to go to the bathroom too. He sighed, and leaned his head against the wall, "Yare yare........."
~~After twenty minutes, Saito blinked his eyes open to the sound of a suppressed giggle. He slowly shook his head, and looked at the sound. His wife was on her knees, adoring he sight of her daughter nestled in her husband's lap. She had her fingers on her lips, and she was giggling, "Ah hah!! You DO see other women besides me!!"
Saito smirked, "Cute. Now get her off me."
Tokio pouted, "Aww, but she likes you!!" She smiled, and gently ran her fingers through her daughter's fine black hair, "Everybody says what a beautiful daughter I have......."
Saito could see that content glimmer in her eyes, as she gazed dreamily to her daughter. He smirked, dipped his head, and kissed Tokio's hand that lay her on daughter's head, "Our daughter."
Tokio bit her lip, smiling, trying to hold in her tears. She looked away, chuckling, "Heh heh, you're right. I'm sorry, Hajime, I never thought... y- you, now you're always gone......... I never thought we'd...." she sniffed, and wiped her cheeks, "Be a family, you know...?"
He rolled his eyes, "Yare yare, she always has to cry about something."
She sniffed, "I-I know, I'm sorry."
He didn't mean it that way. He reached out and touched her shoulder, stopping her slight tears. She gulped, and then smiled at him again, "I'm sorry, I really didn't think we'd ever........ you know...... be like this...."
He smirked, and pulled her to his side, "I've been in a family before, Tokio. I know how they work."
"I know, it's just............ oh, I dunno.......... I'm just being dumb," she kissed his cheek again.
"That you are."
She growled, "You know, this is the part where the husband says, 'You're not dumb, you're perfect!'"
"I'm not your husband, I'm her father," he smirked.
**Yeah, this story really rambled off into nothing. So sorry again!!