Saitou walked in to a few chuckling officers hanging lazily around the station, chou not around to yell them into shape. He sighed and began to walk to his chamber, he was late anyways, when one of the men called out that they'd gotten someone in the holding cells. Hajime didn't care. didnt care. Small affairs that were none of his concern, he said. He heard one of them say it just might be of his 'concern' in a lashy tone under his breath, and saitou shifted his eyes.
He decided to walk to the cells afterall and to the lashy officer. His hand on sword and his yellow eyes narrowed, the officers mouth fell open and he dropped to his knees, saying he was sorry to his commanding officer.
Saitou's face didn't change. He didn't care enough not to do it, or to do it. So he just stood there until the younger recruit decided to get up and scamper away, tail in legs, bowing the whole time until he was out of sight. A few men behind them whispered. Ignored it and raised his eyes to the cell. Soujirou was standing there, half smile on his face, of course, but hajime felt taken back. Ghosts of his past again. Ghosts haunting him. "if you're dead, then stay that way soujisan.." he said in a low tone, under his breath.
He knew who this was of course. Why was he here? he couldnt fathom talking to the boy right now, it just pained him too much. The soft tail of hair, the messy clothes, the young face. He couldn't imagine jirou had done anything new to warrant an arrest. He didnt want this boy in his station. In his city.
he turned his back to him without a word. "release him, and get him the hell out of here.." he breathed, striding past dumbfounded officers and slamming the door to his chamber.
He decided to walk to the cells afterall and to the lashy officer. His hand on sword and his yellow eyes narrowed, the officers mouth fell open and he dropped to his knees, saying he was sorry to his commanding officer.
Saitou's face didn't change. He didn't care enough not to do it, or to do it. So he just stood there until the younger recruit decided to get up and scamper away, tail in legs, bowing the whole time until he was out of sight. A few men behind them whispered. Ignored it and raised his eyes to the cell. Soujirou was standing there, half smile on his face, of course, but hajime felt taken back. Ghosts of his past again. Ghosts haunting him. "if you're dead, then stay that way soujisan.." he said in a low tone, under his breath.
He knew who this was of course. Why was he here? he couldnt fathom talking to the boy right now, it just pained him too much. The soft tail of hair, the messy clothes, the young face. He couldn't imagine jirou had done anything new to warrant an arrest. He didnt want this boy in his station. In his city.
he turned his back to him without a word. "release him, and get him the hell out of here.." he breathed, striding past dumbfounded officers and slamming the door to his chamber.