saitou paused, looking down at the flustered boy, whose cheeks were puffy with buns and an embarrassed pink across his face as he averted his eyes and looked to all the passer-byers.
Saitou didn't say anything, but led the way inside the tavern, not stopping at a table for friendly drinks downstairs, but waving his hand for one of the waitresses to follow with sake. He led the way to soujirous room, casting a wry smile back at the boy as the went up the stairs. "I think you'd enjoy working for me.." he offered vaguely. He didn't say the meiji government, which would have been more accurate. No, if soujirou worked under him, he knew it would have little to do with allegiance to this government, but saitou would enjoy being able to watch after him and give him orders, constructive things to do with his time. Turn him into a man who could control his emotions... but who was saitou to talk, he was beginning to feel unsettled as this night made them grow closer.
Downstairs there was live music, soft instruments and a gentle female singer whos voice drifted up the stairwell as they settled to sitting positions across from each other on the tatami matts. A young waitress sat cups and sake between them, looking to each with suspicion as she backed away with a bow.
On soujirous window a soft pelting of rain began to fall. 'complete power over me..' the voice was so gentle downstairs. Thunder crackled, and suddenly the smell of sake and soujirou's gentle smile and soft eyes.. that damned infuriating music.. saitou felt sick. 'this is my heart bleeding before you...'
"stupid kyoto weather.." he muttered, feeling his eyes glow golden and hard. He felt utterly lost as he stared at soujirous smile.
Saitou stood and began to fumble with an excuse, saying he forgot a report at the station..As soujirou stood and offered to see him off, he said no hastily, turning and walking stiffly down the stairs without a glance back. 'think ive mistaken you for somebody else...' the females voice filled with emotion as he slammed his hands into the tavern door and made his way back into the now emptying, puddlefilled street.
His hair sogged down into his eyes as he stared up at soujirou's window from outside, it was glowing warm with yellow light. He saw the boy go to it and look down at him, before he couldn't stand the singing anymore, and clammored down the street, towards an empty home.
Saitou didn't say anything, but led the way inside the tavern, not stopping at a table for friendly drinks downstairs, but waving his hand for one of the waitresses to follow with sake. He led the way to soujirous room, casting a wry smile back at the boy as the went up the stairs. "I think you'd enjoy working for me.." he offered vaguely. He didn't say the meiji government, which would have been more accurate. No, if soujirou worked under him, he knew it would have little to do with allegiance to this government, but saitou would enjoy being able to watch after him and give him orders, constructive things to do with his time. Turn him into a man who could control his emotions... but who was saitou to talk, he was beginning to feel unsettled as this night made them grow closer.
Downstairs there was live music, soft instruments and a gentle female singer whos voice drifted up the stairwell as they settled to sitting positions across from each other on the tatami matts. A young waitress sat cups and sake between them, looking to each with suspicion as she backed away with a bow.
On soujirous window a soft pelting of rain began to fall. 'complete power over me..' the voice was so gentle downstairs. Thunder crackled, and suddenly the smell of sake and soujirou's gentle smile and soft eyes.. that damned infuriating music.. saitou felt sick. 'this is my heart bleeding before you...'
"stupid kyoto weather.." he muttered, feeling his eyes glow golden and hard. He felt utterly lost as he stared at soujirous smile.
Saitou stood and began to fumble with an excuse, saying he forgot a report at the station..As soujirou stood and offered to see him off, he said no hastily, turning and walking stiffly down the stairs without a glance back. 'think ive mistaken you for somebody else...' the females voice filled with emotion as he slammed his hands into the tavern door and made his way back into the now emptying, puddlefilled street.
His hair sogged down into his eyes as he stared up at soujirou's window from outside, it was glowing warm with yellow light. He saw the boy go to it and look down at him, before he couldn't stand the singing anymore, and clammored down the street, towards an empty home.