Saitou breathed heavily as his men called behind him, throwing back a snarling order to get soujirou the hell out of his station, now.One of the men asked what should be done with his weapon, and saitou shrugged as he slammed his door closed and pressed his back to it, eyes shut painfully.Why the hell should he care.
The young sworsdman had grown up in the few years since saitou had seen him, or rather, appeared to have grown a bit older.Hajime had never given much thought to what had happened to him after his master's defeat. Why was he wondering how the boy had faired in these few years, now?
he dragged a gloved hand down his face with a snarl. It was damned okita. He didn't have try to fool himself, he knew full well who soujirou reminded him of.. souji.. even their names alike.
he could hear the men doing their best to intimidate him, probably being rougher than need be in releasing him. He smirked for a moment. if only they knew what soujirou could do to them..
Stop it..he thought angerly. He shouldn't be smirking at the thought of his own mens harm, no matter how worthless they were. He shouldn't be allowing a wanted criminal to leave his precinct. he did many things he shouldnt do since soiuji's death, and he wondered if losing the only thing that had mattered to him had now ruined the rest of his life.
He watched soujirou stomp by the window, leaving the station, swordless and angry. he cast a look inside the thin glass, catching saitou by surprise and giving a silly smile, despite his angry look before. Saitou couldnt help by give a half smirk. He wasnt really looking at soujiro afterall. the face, the smile, it was all okita and thats all saitou could see.
Okita walking away.
Hajime flung the door of his office open, then, and ave a harsh look to the new recruit he'd spatted with prior, who was holding soujirous sword and laughing about something. Hajime walked behind him, grabbing the handle and jerking it away with an elbow to the officers side. He doubled over as saitou resheithed the blade and stuck it into his belt.
"dont act like a fool" he muttered, going to find soujiro and give him his sword back.
The young sworsdman had grown up in the few years since saitou had seen him, or rather, appeared to have grown a bit older.Hajime had never given much thought to what had happened to him after his master's defeat. Why was he wondering how the boy had faired in these few years, now?
he dragged a gloved hand down his face with a snarl. It was damned okita. He didn't have try to fool himself, he knew full well who soujirou reminded him of.. souji.. even their names alike.
he could hear the men doing their best to intimidate him, probably being rougher than need be in releasing him. He smirked for a moment. if only they knew what soujirou could do to them..
Stop it..he thought angerly. He shouldn't be smirking at the thought of his own mens harm, no matter how worthless they were. He shouldn't be allowing a wanted criminal to leave his precinct. he did many things he shouldnt do since soiuji's death, and he wondered if losing the only thing that had mattered to him had now ruined the rest of his life.
He watched soujirou stomp by the window, leaving the station, swordless and angry. he cast a look inside the thin glass, catching saitou by surprise and giving a silly smile, despite his angry look before. Saitou couldnt help by give a half smirk. He wasnt really looking at soujiro afterall. the face, the smile, it was all okita and thats all saitou could see.
Okita walking away.
Hajime flung the door of his office open, then, and ave a harsh look to the new recruit he'd spatted with prior, who was holding soujirous sword and laughing about something. Hajime walked behind him, grabbing the handle and jerking it away with an elbow to the officers side. He doubled over as saitou resheithed the blade and stuck it into his belt.
"dont act like a fool" he muttered, going to find soujiro and give him his sword back.