Soujirou rubbed his cheek frowning at Chou's back as he walked away. He hadn't been fond of Chou, who had been the weakest of their group, and he couldn't help but think how satisfying it would be to stab him in the back as he walked away. But it was daylight and murder so close to the police station—and of a government official was a bit stupid. There was also the fact that he was trying not to kill anymore. Besides Chou's weakness however, his dislike had stemmed from his lack of loyalty and sense of duty. A coward. But he'd been useful, in an expendable sort of way.
Only the thinnest threads of self-control had kept Soujirou from lashing back the man. He told himself that. But it had partially been because Saitou had stepped in, stopping Chou before he'd lost his temper and he'd started to fight back.
"Not very professional to be gossiping about your commander's personal life." He snapped as Chou walked away, giving him a wave without turning back. How patient and tolerant Saitou must be to put up with an idiot like him. How very much like Shishio really.
He sighed pressed a hand to his head, calming the dizzy feeling of anger. He hated being angry. There were worse emotions, but he generally didn't have to deal with them, and he had gotten better at dealing with being angry without completely shutting down, although at times he still had to do it, and fall back on his smile.
With Chou gone, he turned and stepped out into the street, glancing around for Saitou. Since the man hadn't returned the sword, he was just going to have to convince him.
He spent a bit of time questioning shop keepers and finally a girl selling flowers directed him to a small soba shop where he found Saitou. Only ordering tea, he walked over and joined the police officer, giving him one of his smiles and ignoring the fact that it was quite rude to just invite oneself to someone's table like that. He felt twitchy as two of the waitresses, joined by a third, began hissing between themselves and behind hands, giving them looks. He wanted to turn and snap at them and tell them to mind their own fucking business. But he just smiled, and tried to ignore them.
"For a wolf, you leave too much of a trail, if a boy like me can hunt you down so easily." He quipped. "You still have my sword. I'd like it back."
Only the thinnest threads of self-control had kept Soujirou from lashing back the man. He told himself that. But it had partially been because Saitou had stepped in, stopping Chou before he'd lost his temper and he'd started to fight back.
"Not very professional to be gossiping about your commander's personal life." He snapped as Chou walked away, giving him a wave without turning back. How patient and tolerant Saitou must be to put up with an idiot like him. How very much like Shishio really.
He sighed pressed a hand to his head, calming the dizzy feeling of anger. He hated being angry. There were worse emotions, but he generally didn't have to deal with them, and he had gotten better at dealing with being angry without completely shutting down, although at times he still had to do it, and fall back on his smile.
With Chou gone, he turned and stepped out into the street, glancing around for Saitou. Since the man hadn't returned the sword, he was just going to have to convince him.
He spent a bit of time questioning shop keepers and finally a girl selling flowers directed him to a small soba shop where he found Saitou. Only ordering tea, he walked over and joined the police officer, giving him one of his smiles and ignoring the fact that it was quite rude to just invite oneself to someone's table like that. He felt twitchy as two of the waitresses, joined by a third, began hissing between themselves and behind hands, giving them looks. He wanted to turn and snap at them and tell them to mind their own fucking business. But he just smiled, and tried to ignore them.
"For a wolf, you leave too much of a trail, if a boy like me can hunt you down so easily." He quipped. "You still have my sword. I'd like it back."