Soujirou wasn't sure if being in Kyoto was the smartest thing he'd ever done, but he had many doubts about the actions of his life, so one more, a comparatively trivial one, didn't cause him more than a few passing thoughts.
Kyoto was a big place and although dangerous at times, he was dangerous too, when he wanted to be. No one remembered he'd been part of Shishido's Juppon who had thought to burn the city, since he had been off on the other half of the mission. There were only a few who knew he'd been Shishido's second, for who would suspect a seventeen year old boy of mass murder?
But, perhaps he had slightly underestimated Kyoto, and maybe it had been a bit too soon to return. He'd been contemplating how to earn some extra money, after spending most of what he'd had on breakfast the day before, when he felt a sharp crack against his head and stumbled, world black and red and sharp.
Oh right. Most of the Police here had been trained by Saitou Hajime, former shinsengumi and all around uptight control freak. And this city was important to him. They weren't the police he was used to back in the country-side…
One of them hissed his name and they hauled hum up from his arms, carrying him no doubt towards the police station after they'd pulled his swords out of his obi.
He ended up in a jail cell, after two officers argued over him. One wanted to break his ankle to keep him from escaping, since they'd heard he was swift and had escaped imprisonment twice already. He'd had two chances of escape since they had brought him here—three if he wanted to count the option of just killing them. But they had fed him a decent breakfast, and lunch promised to be good too.
His presence was causing a bit more of a fuss however than he had expected. There were quiet mumblings and glances in his direction, and officers found excuses to 'check up' on him, giving him strange looks, as if they knew him from somewhere else. He even heard amusing things concerning Saitou off all people, and part of him wondered why some of these men were still alive.
"Ano, when am I going to get to see Saitou-san anyway?" he asked. "I'm sure he's in by now" I really should pay my respects before I leave".
Kyoto was a big place and although dangerous at times, he was dangerous too, when he wanted to be. No one remembered he'd been part of Shishido's Juppon who had thought to burn the city, since he had been off on the other half of the mission. There were only a few who knew he'd been Shishido's second, for who would suspect a seventeen year old boy of mass murder?
But, perhaps he had slightly underestimated Kyoto, and maybe it had been a bit too soon to return. He'd been contemplating how to earn some extra money, after spending most of what he'd had on breakfast the day before, when he felt a sharp crack against his head and stumbled, world black and red and sharp.
Oh right. Most of the Police here had been trained by Saitou Hajime, former shinsengumi and all around uptight control freak. And this city was important to him. They weren't the police he was used to back in the country-side…
One of them hissed his name and they hauled hum up from his arms, carrying him no doubt towards the police station after they'd pulled his swords out of his obi.
He ended up in a jail cell, after two officers argued over him. One wanted to break his ankle to keep him from escaping, since they'd heard he was swift and had escaped imprisonment twice already. He'd had two chances of escape since they had brought him here—three if he wanted to count the option of just killing them. But they had fed him a decent breakfast, and lunch promised to be good too.
His presence was causing a bit more of a fuss however than he had expected. There were quiet mumblings and glances in his direction, and officers found excuses to 'check up' on him, giving him strange looks, as if they knew him from somewhere else. He even heard amusing things concerning Saitou off all people, and part of him wondered why some of these men were still alive.
"Ano, when am I going to get to see Saitou-san anyway?" he asked. "I'm sure he's in by now" I really should pay my respects before I leave".