Saitou raised an eyebrow. A cop giving a well enough known murderer a sword in these meiji times.. He grinned and left the sword at its place on his side, twisting his fingers into the front pocket of the uniform he wore, digging out a cigarette and matches.
He let a small trail of smoke leave his lips before he turned his attention back to the still amused soujirou. Ah that smile, that smell of blood on him. That tainted innocence of the child killer, he'd been. So like him..
He hated to admit the peace he found looking down into soujirou's eyes. "perhaps sometime ill give it back, not now.." he said, finally.He was about to ask souji's reasons for being in kyoto but behind him he heard chou yelling to get saitous attention. When he joined them, he stared in horror at soujirou.
"ah yes, old partners in crime, hn?" saitou said with a smirk, both having worked for shishio. While soujirou had left to find himself, chou, like a few others, had taken up government jobs. Funny world.
He noticed a new coldness to soujirou, a new sharpness. "we all hate our past..dont we?" saitou said, absently as chou grabbed soujirous wrists and slammed his face into one of the building walls.
"I get to bring you in", chou said with a chuckle. "pretty stupid of you to become a wanderer with your past, and then come here to kyoto of all places. Should have sucked it up and gotten some good positions like me and hajime.." he quirked.
No sooner had he said it than saitou had drawn soujirou's blade and held it against chou's neck. The broomhead softened his grip on the kids wrists. "what the fuck, saitou?" he grumbled, finally letting go all together.
Soujirou turned around with a surprised look, watching the two. Saitou didnt really know what the fuck he was doing, but it angered him to see souji held roughly. Souji..
He resheithed soujirous sword. "I've released him. If tokyo wants him, they can get him. Its not my business to transport wanderers with ghost pasts..." he said with conviction, taking a drag of his cigarette.
He turned and walked away from the two, off to find hot soba for lunch and take his mind away from it all.
Chou turned back to soujirou. "no hard feelings then I guess. though i think i know why he's being easy on ya. Aint that cute? the old fucker has a crush. not very professional.. but then i guess it wasnt very profession when he was fucking that okita kid in his wifes house.."
chou lounged his arms behind his head and stretched, then giving soujirou another glance, with a new reliaztion. "ya sure look a lot fucking like him.." he said with a nasty scowl, wandering off for the police station, leaving soujirou alone.
He let a small trail of smoke leave his lips before he turned his attention back to the still amused soujirou. Ah that smile, that smell of blood on him. That tainted innocence of the child killer, he'd been. So like him..
He hated to admit the peace he found looking down into soujirou's eyes. "perhaps sometime ill give it back, not now.." he said, finally.He was about to ask souji's reasons for being in kyoto but behind him he heard chou yelling to get saitous attention. When he joined them, he stared in horror at soujirou.
"ah yes, old partners in crime, hn?" saitou said with a smirk, both having worked for shishio. While soujirou had left to find himself, chou, like a few others, had taken up government jobs. Funny world.
He noticed a new coldness to soujirou, a new sharpness. "we all hate our past..dont we?" saitou said, absently as chou grabbed soujirous wrists and slammed his face into one of the building walls.
"I get to bring you in", chou said with a chuckle. "pretty stupid of you to become a wanderer with your past, and then come here to kyoto of all places. Should have sucked it up and gotten some good positions like me and hajime.." he quirked.
No sooner had he said it than saitou had drawn soujirou's blade and held it against chou's neck. The broomhead softened his grip on the kids wrists. "what the fuck, saitou?" he grumbled, finally letting go all together.
Soujirou turned around with a surprised look, watching the two. Saitou didnt really know what the fuck he was doing, but it angered him to see souji held roughly. Souji..
He resheithed soujirous sword. "I've released him. If tokyo wants him, they can get him. Its not my business to transport wanderers with ghost pasts..." he said with conviction, taking a drag of his cigarette.
He turned and walked away from the two, off to find hot soba for lunch and take his mind away from it all.
Chou turned back to soujirou. "no hard feelings then I guess. though i think i know why he's being easy on ya. Aint that cute? the old fucker has a crush. not very professional.. but then i guess it wasnt very profession when he was fucking that okita kid in his wifes house.."
chou lounged his arms behind his head and stretched, then giving soujirou another glance, with a new reliaztion. "ya sure look a lot fucking like him.." he said with a nasty scowl, wandering off for the police station, leaving soujirou alone.