Soujirou had laughed when Saitou bought him a treat. He'd had a sweet tooth
when he'd been with Shishio, but it had been bred out of expectations. They
had expected him to act like that, so often he had, using a box of cookies
as a cover for a well hidden note. But Kyoto sweets were good and the one
Saitou bought him didn't last long, and he found himself smiling, genuinely
pleased.
They walked through the street, close enough to be 'together' but distanced,
as they were still unsure of each other. Saitou walked few steps ahead of him, leading, unless he slowed to pass a group of people crowding an area,
or Soujirou lagged to look at something or read a store sign. "nee.
Saitou-san. where are we going?" he asked.
"Koen."
The stern reply didn't hinder his delight. He'd heard about the area, famous for it's trees and night-viewing. He was impressed with Saitou's choice and was glad he'd offered to take him out, else Soujirou might never have happened upon the area. at least not on a perfect evening for blossom viewing.
Soujirou's eyes widened at the sight of the trees in full bloom, heavy with leaves and glowing. He looked over at Saitou who was standing back, arms crossed, and then back at the trees and bit his lip before walking forward and crouching down to take a handful of fallen petals from the ground. He knew the stories behind sakura.. why the petals were pink, the warriors beneath them. He'd been told the stories as a child, and knew their symbolism towards Samurai, and it was all so very lovely and bittersweet.
"It's lovely here. and so sad." He was straightening when the breeze chilled his cheeks. He touched them and found them damp. He swore softly and scrubbed at his eyes, before letting his handful of petals drift off. He hated when he was overwhelmed by irrational emotions like this, triggered by something he didn't recognize, and lost control. It happened less than it did, but it was still embarassing.
"Fucking emotions." he swore, pressing his palms to his eyes, trying to stop the tears before Saitou noticed and teased him.
They walked through the street, close enough to be 'together' but distanced,
as they were still unsure of each other. Saitou walked few steps ahead of him, leading, unless he slowed to pass a group of people crowding an area,
or Soujirou lagged to look at something or read a store sign. "nee.
Saitou-san. where are we going?" he asked.
"Koen."
The stern reply didn't hinder his delight. He'd heard about the area, famous for it's trees and night-viewing. He was impressed with Saitou's choice and was glad he'd offered to take him out, else Soujirou might never have happened upon the area. at least not on a perfect evening for blossom viewing.
Soujirou's eyes widened at the sight of the trees in full bloom, heavy with leaves and glowing. He looked over at Saitou who was standing back, arms crossed, and then back at the trees and bit his lip before walking forward and crouching down to take a handful of fallen petals from the ground. He knew the stories behind sakura.. why the petals were pink, the warriors beneath them. He'd been told the stories as a child, and knew their symbolism towards Samurai, and it was all so very lovely and bittersweet.
"It's lovely here. and so sad." He was straightening when the breeze chilled his cheeks. He touched them and found them damp. He swore softly and scrubbed at his eyes, before letting his handful of petals drift off. He hated when he was overwhelmed by irrational emotions like this, triggered by something he didn't recognize, and lost control. It happened less than it did, but it was still embarassing.
"Fucking emotions." he swore, pressing his palms to his eyes, trying to stop the tears before Saitou noticed and teased him.