Saitou ignored the bits about souji. it wasn't a topic he cared to discuss. Instead, he went back to soujirou's hair. "it suits you fine.." he said, blowing out smoke and stepping into the room, uninvited.
He eased himself into a sitting position near the wall there, across the room from soujirou, but at an angle he could watch him easily.
Both of them were alone, so what did it matter if he sat here with the boy. Besides, despite soujirou's naive following of an evil master just for the sake of not being alone, saitou had respected him as a fighter, as a good one who'd rivaled the battousai..had it not been for those pesky emotions he seemed unable to control..
He saw soujirou's smile had faded and he seemed intent on the teapot. Saitou closed his eyes and let his head rest against the wall, blowing out white trails of smoke without sound.
"maybe you need to find a job.. some direction, instead of wandering around feeling lonely and sorry for yourself.." he finally said. "work with chou at the station? hmm thats be funny.." saitou trailed off, half smiling to himself at the thought of the two with swords to the other over something like a lost report.
A small knock and a young girl opened the door. She was bringing warm tea for soujirou, and laid it before him, removing the other pot with a bow. Her cheeks flushed as red as she glanced no farther up than his chest, not daring to meet his eyes as she backed out. She glanced to saitou.
"oh fujitasan!" she said happily. "is there any word from tokyo on your wifes return? She must surely be planning on coming back and we miss her at-"
"no" he said with sharp yellow eyes, dragging his cigarette from his lips and stuffing it into the teapot she held.
Taking the hint she backed the rest of the way out, closing the door gently.
He eased himself into a sitting position near the wall there, across the room from soujirou, but at an angle he could watch him easily.
Both of them were alone, so what did it matter if he sat here with the boy. Besides, despite soujirou's naive following of an evil master just for the sake of not being alone, saitou had respected him as a fighter, as a good one who'd rivaled the battousai..had it not been for those pesky emotions he seemed unable to control..
He saw soujirou's smile had faded and he seemed intent on the teapot. Saitou closed his eyes and let his head rest against the wall, blowing out white trails of smoke without sound.
"maybe you need to find a job.. some direction, instead of wandering around feeling lonely and sorry for yourself.." he finally said. "work with chou at the station? hmm thats be funny.." saitou trailed off, half smiling to himself at the thought of the two with swords to the other over something like a lost report.
A small knock and a young girl opened the door. She was bringing warm tea for soujirou, and laid it before him, removing the other pot with a bow. Her cheeks flushed as red as she glanced no farther up than his chest, not daring to meet his eyes as she backed out. She glanced to saitou.
"oh fujitasan!" she said happily. "is there any word from tokyo on your wifes return? She must surely be planning on coming back and we miss her at-"
"no" he said with sharp yellow eyes, dragging his cigarette from his lips and stuffing it into the teapot she held.
Taking the hint she backed the rest of the way out, closing the door gently.