So. The weasel girl was in Tokyo, along with Shinomiri.
He should have expected it, really. Why he should have expected it, Saitou wasn't so sure, but he knew he should have.
The former Shisengumi sighed and leaned back in his chair, lighting up a cigarette (and, for a moment, the almost unbearably dark room). Truth be told, he was getting rather bored. There was nothing interesting going on. No politicians that were so corrupt he could afford to go after them, no annoying attempts to undermine the government, and no rouge adversaries that would prove detrimental to the government, or to Saitou himself. It was every good copper's dream – no one was currently committing any crimes large enough that they could not be handled by a rookie with some halfway decent backup.
Saitou Hajime had never referred to himself as a good cop.
This was his Hell.
Every.
Last.
Second.
Saitou sighed in frustration and flicked the ash from his cigarette with rather more force than strictly necessary. Then he did it again. And again. And again.
And once more just for fun (as there was no actual ash left on his cigarette).
Eyes glittered in the dark, brighter than coins and far stronger than the soft yellow metal to which they had often been compared. A wolf has no quarrel with peace, but it is at it's heart a creature of action. Boredom can be tolerated only to a point, and indeed, this point had long since been reached.
No, actually, it wasn't quite so simple as that. This point had not merely been reached, it had been passed, lapped twice, and covered in obscene graffiti and long, thin sheets of paper while boredom dance around it and sang drinking songs.
And now the wolf was getting very, very angry.
Especially since, whenever he really needed one, the damn cigarettes never lasted more than about and hour.
The wolf sighed, rummaged around in his pockets, and, for a moment, lit up the room.
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Grrr. I know I'm getting there, I'm just stuck on how to get there. Oh the injustice of it all. Death, Despair, Dementia and Damn Stupid Freshmen. Hate them all (mostly. Some of the Freshies are okay.). Especially hate friends that sorta stopped being friends over the course of the last two years, and the fact that I kinda don't have a best friend anymore. Life sucks. I wish I was in band. Grr.