Writer's Note: …lol…the next part's just odd. Hope ya enjoy! A bit of S/T action and Ao/Meg.
Mibu Saints [Troy Duffy is a god…]
Last Night (what really happened)
There was a tense silence as Sano recovered from the blow. Everyone eyed each other nervously.
Aoshi's eyes flashed and he said to the Chinese goons in their native language, "That was not very nice."
Hajime let out a growl. [subtitle] "Fuck 'em. Let's just kill them and get it over with."
The brothers ceremoniously tipped their shot glasses back before shattering them on the floor. Each took a long drag of their cigarettes and the brawl had begun.
Sano and Koji swung at each other, managing to knock over several tables and chairs in the process. Hajime and the other patrons took on several Chinese lackeys. Aoshi was backed against the wall-length wine rack with Usui advancing. Several of the other patrons tried to assist him, but Hajime yelled over the din, "Stand back! He can take care of himself!!" before socking a particularly annoying mobster.
"I can smell your fear," taunted Usui, as he edged closer to the stoic man.
When he was an arm's length away, Aoshi reached over his shoulders to grasp two wine necks. Bringing both bottles on either side of the man's head, glass and red liquid formed a little halo around the fallen Chinese man's body.
Tokio gave a scream as a man grabbed her arm and attempted to pull her to god-knows-where. Megumi immediately went to kicking him with her stilettos. He grunted in pain, but otherwise ignored her efforts. Suddenly, a stool hit the man in the head and he lay passed out at the women's feet. They looked up to see Okina smiling at them from behind the counter.
"You girls should be back here where it's safer!" he said, waving them over. "FUCK! ASS!!!"
The girls immediately went scrambling behind the counter, just missing a guy's body being tossed over their heads.
Koji lay on his stomach—limbs tied down—on the bar counter. He gave a scream as Hajime—cigarette still dangling from his mouth—gave a bottle of whiskey a spin through his fingertips, poured it over the man's rear end, spun the bottle back onto the counter and lit a match. His cruel lips curved upwards as the flames flickered and danced across Koji's ass.
"FUCK YOU GUYS!!! SHIT! PUT IT OUT!"
The two women covered their mouths with their hands and huddled closer together. They exchanged concerned glances.
Sano laughed. "Holy shit. That's awesome."
"Hajime, you were positively cruel!" Tokio said as the four of them were walking along the sidewalk. It was late and Megumi leaned heavily on Aoshi while he placed an arm around her shoulders.
"Honestly, Oshi-chan…you really could have hurt someone. I don't think you know your own strength." Meg slapped his chest playfully.
Aoshi gave his girlfriend a surprised look. "Are you talking from experience?"
"What? No! Well…only when I asked for it." Meg's laugh had both Aoshi and Tokio's ears turning pink.
After a while of walking, Tokio's eyes rounded and she looked Hajime in the face. "Oh, but those men said they were Juppongotana! What if there's trouble? Hajime, what have we done??"
He patted her head fondly. "Everything will be fine. Nothing's going to happen." Almost as an afterthought, he added, "And if they do, Shinomori and I will smash their skulls in."
"Oh! So violent, Hajime…"
"You disapprove? No one touches the Omitsu brothers."
"No one, unless they're two very sexy ladies," laughed Meg.
Hajime and Tokio broke apart from the other couple. Aoshi looked his brother in the eye and said, "I will walk Meg to her place. Behave yourself, brother."
"Fuck you!"
"Hajime…" Aoshi intoned.
"You think you're such a fucking saint!"
"I ask that you behave honorably."
Hajime snorted and turned away, Tokio's hand in his. "Righteous prick."
There was silence as Meg and Aoshi watched the two walk together down the street.
"Well…that was interesting," the woman said. "I still find it hard to believe that you and Hajime are twins."
Aoshi fixed her with a 'don't I know it' stare, but at her violent yawn, put an arm around her shoulder and led her away.
"Do you think having sex with someone who's asleep is the same as with a dead person?" Meg asked, her voice thick with sleep deprivation.
"No," Aoshi replied calmly. "Sex with a sleeping person would be much better. They would naturally respond and act accordingly."
"I wonder what it would be like to have an orgasm in a graveyard…"
Aoshi almost smiled at Megumi's half-asleep banter. He was close to glad that she hardly ever remembered what was said in the morning.
When they made it to Meg's apartment building, they stepped into the elevator and stood in companionable silence. Aoshi gazed down at the woman's perfectly curved, red lips. Meg blinked sleepily into his shocking grey-blue eyes. Aoshi tilted his head and offered her a light kiss.
When the elevator doors opened, Meg had Aoshi's head fully in her grasp, while Aoshi had one hand curving around Meg's cute derriere and the other wrapped around her back, pulling her tighter. They stumbled together out of the elevator, still wrapped around each other and gasping for breath. Meg fumbled with her keys, but managed to get the door open with Aoshi doing distracting things to her neck. They kicked their shoes off and made their way to Meg's bedroom, where she landed with a sound on her bed.
Aoshi slipped out of his overcoat and joined her, kissing her fully on the mouth. Megumi's arms went around Aoshi's shoulders, a hand creeping into his hair.
Aoshi's lips moved to her jaw line, trailing down her neck and decided to stay there, his rosary rubbing against Meg's ribs. She gave a contented sigh and let her arms rest lightly around his shoulders, his hand on her hip.
Aoshi felt her foot tapping lightly against his calf in a silent song. He smiled into her neck. She was so cute…
He felt Meg's breaths steady out and Aoshi paused with a strange suspicion. He pulled back and sat up, looking at the woman's flushed cheeks and parted, rosy lips. Her lashes lay lightly on her high cheekbones.
Aoshi blinked in shock. Was he really that bad at foreplay?
He gave her a shake. "Megumi."
Nothing.
He leaned forward and placed his hot mouth right below her ear, sucking slightly at the soft skin there.
Nothing.
Goddammit.
He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, lighting a cigarette. He thought for a moment and then got out a pad and pen from Megumi's nightstand.
Meg,
You fell asleep…again. I changed my mind. Sex with a sleeping person is as bad as sleeping with a dead person. Had to leave, stuff to do in the morning. Will make it up to you later.
~Aoshi~
He tore it off the pad and placed it on the pillow next to the sleeping woman. Pulling on his overcoat, he leaned over and gave Meg a kiss on the cheek. She snuggled further into her blankets and sighed contently. Aoshi smiled. He would go home and take a cold shower. He wondered how his brother was doing.
Hajime and Tokio stood outside of her apartment above the sports bar.
"Hajime…you want to come inside?"
Was that an invitation?
Hajime smiled. "Of course."
They stepped inside where cozy tan carpeting covered the floors and a plump couch screamed comfortable with its stuffed pillows.
"This is the living room…" Tokio said, taking off her shoes. Hajime followed suit. The woman led him to a tiny area with a hard floor and neat white cupboards. "This is the kitchen and the bathroom's right over there…"
"Uh huh…" Hajime said, rather disinterested. His jeans were starting to itch.
Tokio continued walking and finally entered a room with a large window. "And this is my room."
Excellent.
With cat-like speed, Hajime pounced on Tokio and laid her flat on her back, the bed bouncing slightly with the impact. He kissed her for a while before Tokio pulled away and sat up.
"Hajime! We couldn't possibly sleep together tonight! I'm still a bit shaken up from that fight earlier!"
Hajime sighed and put an arm around her. "Of course, baby."
"I mean, I don't want to upset you or anything…"
"No, of course not."
"Are you angry with me, Hajime?"
"No, not at all."
Distressed, Tokio stood up and retreated to the far wall. "You are upset! This is all my fault!"
Hajime rolled his eyes and stood up. He went over to the teary-eyed woman and ushered her back onto the bed. "It's okay. We can always have sex another time. Rainy days and Mondays are best for me.
Tokio immediately started giggling.
"And if that doesn't work for you, I'll play hooky once for you, so if you want to, just give me a call and I'll jump right over."
"Stop, you're embarrassing me."
"You love it."
She grinned cheekily at him.
Hajime rose from his seat with a sigh. "I better get going. Man's gotta have his rest. Besides, Aoshi has nightmares if I'm not there for him."
"Really?" Tokio asked, following him to the door.
"No."
"Hajime!"
"Lock the door after I go."
"You're not mad at me, are you?"
"No, I'm not. Sex isn't everything, woman."
Tokio gave him a dubious look. "I don't believe you."
The man placed a hand in the doorframe and leaned against it. "Tokio…the world will not end if you make me angry."
The woman nervously traced the kanji along Hajime's hand. "I-I know…it's just…I never seem to say the right thing."
Hajime smiled and patted the top of her head. "But it just makes you more interesting. Bye."
"Oh, but wait, Hajime!"
He stopped and regarded her with his narrow eyes.
"Aren't you going to kiss me goodbye?"
Hajime gave a cocky little smirk before cupping Tokio's face in his hands. Each time their lips touched, they lingered a little more until multiple kisses melted into one.
"Mmmm…" Tokio said, "You kiss like an angel."
"Oh, no," Hajime admonished. "An angel would never kiss like that."
With a chuckle, Hajime walked out the door and heard Tokio lightly shut the door.
Fuck. I'll never hear the end of this from Shinomori.
The moon shone over the twin beds through a grimy window. Aoshi and Hajime lay on their respective beds, clad in boxers, staring at the ceiling aimlessly.
"So, Tokio held out on you again." It was a statement.
"Shut up."
"Did you break up with her?"
"I'm not the fucker you are."
"…"
"Meg turn paraplegic on you?"
"Don't fucken talk about Meg."
"The bitch can't even stay awake long enough for you to screw her."
"FUCK YOU!"
"What? The sex with her is good, though, right?"
"…Aa."
"So, it's worth it, right?"
"Aa."
"Least one of us is getting laid."
There was a short pause. "You are the better man, brother."
Morning came and the brothers sat on the edge of their beds, pulling on their robes. Suddenly, the door burst open and both men looked startled as two familiar intruders pointed guns at them.
Usui, bandages around his head, kept his gun at Aoshi's temple as he dragged him over to the dingy toilet.
Koji, bandages covering his ass, motioned for Hajime to stand up.
Aoshi put up no struggle as he was forced to kneel in front of the commode, his hands behind the pipes.
"Cuff yourself!" commanded Usui. Before Aoshi had a chance, the Chinese mobster reached over and tightened the handcuffs to a painful level. "You think I'm going to kill you for what you did?" he breathed down Aoshi's neck. "I'll do worse than that. Instead, I'll kill your brother.
"FUCK YOU! Get back here!" Aoshi struggled against the cuffs, but they dug into his skin.
Hajime shrugged off Koji's hand. "It was just a fucken bar fight! You guys are pussies!"
Before Hajime turned to leave, he fixed his brother with a look and the now-ice blue eyes sparked back.
The three men filed out the door, leaving behind the two rosaries hanging next to the doorframe and Aoshi cuffed to a toilet.
Koji forced Hajime onto his knees next to a dumpster in the alleyway. "I'm gonna blow your fucken brains out, Jap."
"Try it, Chink."
Cold steel pressed itself against Hajime's forehead.
In fury, Aoshi pulled at his bonds until they drew blood upon his wrists. Using his shoulder, he rammed into the toilet's backing over and over again, screaming out as the blows sent pain shooting through his body. His arms still wrapped around the bowl, he pushed with his braced legs until he felt the ceramic relenting, the blood dripping onto the floor. Water rushed out from beneath the unit and Aoshi hefted it—carrying it out onto the roof of the apartment complex.
Usui, gun in hand, looked down an adjacent alley.
"Say your prayers, dumbfuck."
Aoshi's eyes glowed an ominous light blue as he looked down at his brother being held at gunpoint. Tipping over the toilet in his arms, he let it drop off the side of the building and then leapt after it.
Hajime stared up at an object above Koji's head and upon realizing what it was, ducked. The ceramic crashed with deadly force and Koji's gun fired right into the dumpster before his body collapsed.
Usui looked up just in time to see Aoshi crashing into him from above. The trigger went off, the bullet jamming itself into the brick wall of the perpendicular alley.
Hajime opened his eyes and saw his brother passed out next to a moaning Usui. He immediately got up and grabbed a nearby toilet lid, bringing it down repeatedly on the man's skull, the blood seeping through the bandages.
Finding a paper bag, he patted down both mobsters and placed guns, money and whatever else seemed useful into the bag. Koji's pager, he placed in his robe pocket. Then Hajime went to his brother—cuffs still on him and very bloody—hefted him over his shoulder.
So they went in their tattered robes and paper bag to the missionary.
Agent Himura smiled at the two men while Hajime blew smoke rings. "That is a very interesting story, boys. What other languages do you speak?"
Aoshi smiled back and nudged his brother. "[French] This guy is very, very sharp."
Hajime nodded. "[Italian] Something tells me we'll have to watch out for him."
"[German] I like him. He is very honest."
Hajime took a puff. "[Russian] Good men are hard to come by, nowadays."
Kenshin gave an embarrassed laugh. "That's amazing."
"Our mother insisted on it," stated Aoshi.
"What are you guys doing, working in a freakin' meat packing plant?"
Both boys just shrugged.
Myojin opened the door to the interrogation room. "Sorry, Agent Himura. Chief Hijikata says that if you're all done here, it's time to make a statement to the press."
The redhead stood up. "Well, you boys aren't being charged. You wanna go home now?"
Hajime scowled. "No pictures."
"Is there any way we can stay here?" Aoshi asked.
Yahiko immediately brightened. "Oh yeah, if you want, we have an extra holding cell…" he paused, noticing that Kenshin was looking at him with a wide smile. "Um…can't they stay here?"
Agent Himura batted his eyelashes. "You're going to have to ask your mom, but it's okay with me if your friends stay over." He paused in the doorway to smile cheerily at the Omitsu brothers. "Nice meeting you fellas. Time to go feed the dogs."
End Notes: Meg and Tokio originally do not exist, but I figured that it'd be fun for the boys to have little girlfriends. So know that all the dialogue with, and most likely about them, is original.
God also does not make an appearance in the movie. However, I felt that in order to clarify our boys' roles in the story, it was important to include Him.
Okina's got Tourette's. LOL…I find that funny for some reason. (Though, I didn't include the other tics that come with that disease…twitching, repetition, etc.)
Originally, it's the Irish and Italians against the Russians.
FORGOTTEN SCENE: Back when the boys are naked in their apartment and their mother says, "The one with the bigger cock!" in reply to who was born first, Aoshi looks over at Hajime and smiles cheekily. To which, Hajime says, "Don't even fucken start. I've had ice on mine." [I kicked myself when I realized I forgot to include it, but I don't really want to go back and change it, because I already have a little closing line. Damn.]
Also, the storytelling is jumpy and confusing (think Quentin Tarentino, Reservoir Dogs or Pulp Fiction) but I'll be happy to answer any questions/concerns you folks have.
Lastly, the sequel to Boondock Saints is supposed to come out within a year…it's going to be called All Saints Day. Isn't that great? The brothers are saints. I swear. ^_^