Tomorrow had come. Misao had dragged Aoshi, Kaoru, and Kenshin on a shopping trip. Yahiko was over helping at the Akabeko. Katsu was out house-hunting.
And good old Sano was left behind to guard the dojo. All alone.
Like a fucking dog!
He wasn't scared. He wasn't thinking of the last time they had asked him to watch the dojo, and some crazy-ass cricket-man had come and stabbed a sword through his shoulder. He wasn't thinking about said cricket-man already being in Tokyo, and probably aware of not only the fact that they had left Sano all alone, but maybe even that Sano was wearing a blue bandage around his forearm rather than a red one (bugs had gotten to the red one), and that he had had a particularly bad time with his shoulder this morning.
Farthest thing from his mind.
He winced, and absently rubbed said shoulder – the left one, the one damn-his-eyes Saitou had been so enthusiastic about skewering. It was an odd thing, that shoulder – and an annoying thing. It didn't hurt whenever he thought about the cop (wouldn't that be terrible), not whenever he saw the cop, and not whenever he had been thinking particularly hard about him, but purely randomly. It didn't even react to the weather all the time.
Sano hated it, because it was so random. He could be having a perfectly fine day, and then alluva sudden, BANG, and there he goes remembering that crazy bastard 'cause his arm's all numb now and his lungs want to explode with remembered adrenaline.
It sucked. To say the least.
Sano glared at a pebble, and kicked it viciously, wishing it was at least something that could make a sound of pain.
Like a kitten. Or a newborn baby. Or a fucking crazy, arrogant, unbearable, fucking-ass-yellow-eyed cricket cop!
But all he managed to do was stub his toe. The rock didn't even hit the ground with a satisfying crunch – just this sad little pilck. He glared at it for awhile, and turned away when the offending piece of landscape was suitably chastised.
Fuck it.
He needed a nap.
Sano turned around and stalked toward the door, intent on getting just that. Fuck all them out having fun. If they wanted a watchdog they should have goddamn well gotten one.
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Mmph. Filler chapter done in about half an hour. Hope it doesn't show. Extremely tired and still having much geometry homework to do, preferably before midnight so I can get at least even hours of sleep. Doing another one of those "I'll respond to reviews tomorrow" things, because if I tried now I'd just make an ass of myself. Goodnight.