FIRST! I don't own Rurouni Kenshin nor Saitou Hajime (although I wish)...
RK is owned by Nobuhiro Watsuki.
It's time for me to write again! Yey! This time, it'll be a fic about Saitou's life before Kyoto and the Shinsengumi. This will be a romanticised tale of what he was before joining the Shinsengumi and why he left Tokyo (Edo). There will be times when Saitou will be OOC, I intend to keep most of his personality just twisting it now and then. But the OOC will be very apparent when it comes to his fighting abilities, I don't think Saitou became a great swordsman overnight. Agree? :O)
About Midori... Well I just thought of her. I like the name Midori since my code name since childhood is Green2 (from Bioman). What's interesting is I got interested if the real Saitou Hajime had a woman before Tokio, since I was writing this fic. On one of my searches (about chapter 2 in this fic) I found out that there was a rumor that he did. It's located in www.3- hajime.com but you'll have to babelfish it because it's all in Japanese. I then posted this in the miburo group in yahoo and several people who were very knowledgeable in Japanese and the Shinsengumi found out more. Suffice it to say that there is a good probability that there was another woman and this woman whose name is Yaso, he probably married her too. Cool isn't it? I suggest to anyone interested in Saitou and the Shinsengumi to join the two groups; miburo and SHQ (the new mailing list).
Oh by the way as most of the readers know.. In this fic both Saitou's parents are already dead. In case you wanted to know what their names are. It's Yusuke Yamaguchi and Masu Yamaguchi.
Okay here comes some of the Shinsengumi members.. Note this is not the Shinsengumi, I think the Shinsengumi was formed after this group led by Kondou-san left Tama for Kyoto.
*denotes sound/music/etc Thoughts are in italics
CHAPTER XXI - A Little Honesty
It was almost midnight, Okita had already retired for the night and bid farewell to Midori. Earlier, the young lad insisted the young lady come in already and take a rest but she resisted. The boy sighed as he knew that she'll be waiting till the wee hours of the morning for Saitou to come back if need be. He let her be though, partly because if Saitou DID come back, his presence would be unwanted AND he didn't want to be on the young lady's bad graces considering the great supper she had prepared for the group earlier. He shook his head for a moment half smiling, he was too slow to get the last piece of grass cake she prepared, Shinpachi and Sagara was all over those and conveniently forgot his piece. He'll have to eat faster next time, especially since he heard that Hijikata-san and Kondou-san was seriously considering admitting those two into the Shieitan. These were the last thoughts in his mind as he drifted to sleep on the futon.
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Midori looked up to the night sky. It's been two days already since they separated. Funny... Now that Hajime wasn't around she wished he was. Still though, she doubted if her presence was needed or if it ever was. He was such a strong personality that she couldn't help but feel she held him back. Her mind drifted to Okita's words earlier. "How much do you know him?"
She smiled. Not much at all. All she knew was that she wanted to care for him, ever since she noticed him much like a lost pup. Ever since she noticed a sad spirit behind the almost cocky confidence he had in himself. She wish she knew him much better but he had always been such a stone. Once in a while she'd see a concerned spark in those amber eyes but he'd clam up if she dare approach it. She remember the time he was so concerned about her hands, he was angry, or was it frustrated?
She took the bandage off her right hand, she could barely move the fingers at all. Her left was doing fine but she doubted if she'll ever be able to move her right again. She placed the bandaged back tightly. This was her problem not his and the next time he tries to make it his problem, well she'll just have to push him away. It couldn't be possible though that he loved her. Okita must've missed understood. Maybe he misheard... Maybe it's not really love but more of a sense of responsibility...
She paced the front of the dojo back and forth. It was probably past one already. She wanted to leave for the entrance to Tama, but she promised the blue eyed boy she will stay by the Shieitan. She stayed... Another half hour... nothing.... another... another... She was now shivering a little but she did not once look back at the door to the Shieitan, she wanted to see the tall amber eyed man.
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He stopped by the inn first and left the horse there to continue his search by foot. It was past midnight already and although he wanted to wait till the morning to go back to the Shieitan a nagging feeling kept coming over him. Exhausted he walked towards the dojo wondering what kind of excuse he'll make up for disturbing them at this ungodly hour.
He wrapped a towel against his slender neck. He was starting to catch a cold after going through the rain unprotected that afternoon. He coughed a couple of times and stomped his foot as he walked annoyed at the sudden weakness he was feeling. He willed himself to walk faster ignoring the cold air and the fervent heat he was feeling in his body.
Finally he saw her. His eyes were steadily gazing at her, concentrating at her direction. Unknown to him, he was walking slightly faster every passing moment. He was about to call out to her when he realized that his throat only made a croaking sound as he did so. Finally she met his gaze. Wide eyed she ran towards him and then finally her arms encircled his broad shoulders. All he could manage to say at that moment was...
"Baka... It's cold..." He removed the coat he was wearing and draped it on her shoulders.
She took the hand that he draped around her and guided in down towards her waist in an effort to deepen the embrace she initiated. She was bolder now. It had only been days but they seemed more than that to her. She wanted to know if he jwas really there, so she let her invalid right limply carress his face. He was there and it was real, the next thing she knew she was standing tip toed and lightly tugging at his neck to lower his stance to meet her. He obliged knowing fully what she had wanted. Her lips were soft just as he imagined it would be. Her hair was fragrantly sweet as pomegranate. He indulged himself a little longer in the kiss, the back of his mind wondering why he was doing so.
Finally the moment ended. He was still staring at her wondering what he should do next.
"I thought I'd never see you again." she looked shyly away and mumbled.
"Don't do that again." He tried to sound as annoyed as possible, of course he failed. "I was worried. I hate that."
Her brown eyes smiled at him and she nodded. "Come.. You must be tired. I'm sure Okita can spare another futon in his room."
"Hmmm? You've been sleeping with him?" he surpressed a cough and looked away.
"Well what did you expect?" she teased "I don't have a penny to my name. Would you rather have me sleep on the streets?"
Saitou Hajime groaned, she did have a point. "Just for tonight and don't do that AGAIN."
Midori chuckled as she held his hand into the Shieitan.
TO REVIEWERS:
Missbehavin - I know.. I know... I didn't update this nor Watashi no Itachi... Sorry!!! But here's the update really short though and mushy too. I couldn't help it. I wanted a kissing scene soon otherwise I'd go crazy. What else? When you said "It didn't seem to work" do you mean the whole Tatsuo thing wasn't believable or was that a comment on Saitou's personality? I like imagining Saitou and his older brother as kids, don't know why. It's been a while since I've seen any anime so no PMK yet. No internet, no computer for a while, but I think I'm now back. :O)
Ooka-chan - I'm still wondering about the Gatotsu... I have a feeling that it's "NO"... The Hirazuki, I'll think about it. Care to trade, your flamethrower vs the Hirazuki on Akio? ;O) I just broke the update fast thing.. Sorry I didn't have a computer nor an internet connection for a long time. Was out in the middle of nowhere where all they had was "Radio"... I love kissing scenes as you can see I couldn't help it here (nor in my other fics). Cool I'm not dragging it out... Keep reading. I'll have something good soon.
Imalefty - Hey I'm glad you're reading one of my fics. Still the same ol' mushy stuff as you can see. Maybe someday I'll be able to do what you do and "diversify" to humor. You're really good at it. I don't like to bash Tokio. The most I'll probably do is show a difference of opinion between Saitou and Tokio. You really think they belong together? But I've never seen/read a commercial release of the pair. Now if only I can get a doujinshi, maybe I can envision them together.
It's time for me to write again! Yey! This time, it'll be a fic about Saitou's life before Kyoto and the Shinsengumi. This will be a romanticised tale of what he was before joining the Shinsengumi and why he left Tokyo (Edo). There will be times when Saitou will be OOC, I intend to keep most of his personality just twisting it now and then. But the OOC will be very apparent when it comes to his fighting abilities, I don't think Saitou became a great swordsman overnight. Agree? :O)
About Midori... Well I just thought of her. I like the name Midori since my code name since childhood is Green2 (from Bioman). What's interesting is I got interested if the real Saitou Hajime had a woman before Tokio, since I was writing this fic. On one of my searches (about chapter 2 in this fic) I found out that there was a rumor that he did. It's located in www.3- hajime.com but you'll have to babelfish it because it's all in Japanese. I then posted this in the miburo group in yahoo and several people who were very knowledgeable in Japanese and the Shinsengumi found out more. Suffice it to say that there is a good probability that there was another woman and this woman whose name is Yaso, he probably married her too. Cool isn't it? I suggest to anyone interested in Saitou and the Shinsengumi to join the two groups; miburo and SHQ (the new mailing list).
Oh by the way as most of the readers know.. In this fic both Saitou's parents are already dead. In case you wanted to know what their names are. It's Yusuke Yamaguchi and Masu Yamaguchi.
Okay here comes some of the Shinsengumi members.. Note this is not the Shinsengumi, I think the Shinsengumi was formed after this group led by Kondou-san left Tama for Kyoto.
*denotes sound/music/etc Thoughts are in italics
CHAPTER XXI - A Little Honesty
It was almost midnight, Okita had already retired for the night and bid farewell to Midori. Earlier, the young lad insisted the young lady come in already and take a rest but she resisted. The boy sighed as he knew that she'll be waiting till the wee hours of the morning for Saitou to come back if need be. He let her be though, partly because if Saitou DID come back, his presence would be unwanted AND he didn't want to be on the young lady's bad graces considering the great supper she had prepared for the group earlier. He shook his head for a moment half smiling, he was too slow to get the last piece of grass cake she prepared, Shinpachi and Sagara was all over those and conveniently forgot his piece. He'll have to eat faster next time, especially since he heard that Hijikata-san and Kondou-san was seriously considering admitting those two into the Shieitan. These were the last thoughts in his mind as he drifted to sleep on the futon.
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Midori looked up to the night sky. It's been two days already since they separated. Funny... Now that Hajime wasn't around she wished he was. Still though, she doubted if her presence was needed or if it ever was. He was such a strong personality that she couldn't help but feel she held him back. Her mind drifted to Okita's words earlier. "How much do you know him?"
She smiled. Not much at all. All she knew was that she wanted to care for him, ever since she noticed him much like a lost pup. Ever since she noticed a sad spirit behind the almost cocky confidence he had in himself. She wish she knew him much better but he had always been such a stone. Once in a while she'd see a concerned spark in those amber eyes but he'd clam up if she dare approach it. She remember the time he was so concerned about her hands, he was angry, or was it frustrated?
She took the bandage off her right hand, she could barely move the fingers at all. Her left was doing fine but she doubted if she'll ever be able to move her right again. She placed the bandaged back tightly. This was her problem not his and the next time he tries to make it his problem, well she'll just have to push him away. It couldn't be possible though that he loved her. Okita must've missed understood. Maybe he misheard... Maybe it's not really love but more of a sense of responsibility...
She paced the front of the dojo back and forth. It was probably past one already. She wanted to leave for the entrance to Tama, but she promised the blue eyed boy she will stay by the Shieitan. She stayed... Another half hour... nothing.... another... another... She was now shivering a little but she did not once look back at the door to the Shieitan, she wanted to see the tall amber eyed man.
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He stopped by the inn first and left the horse there to continue his search by foot. It was past midnight already and although he wanted to wait till the morning to go back to the Shieitan a nagging feeling kept coming over him. Exhausted he walked towards the dojo wondering what kind of excuse he'll make up for disturbing them at this ungodly hour.
He wrapped a towel against his slender neck. He was starting to catch a cold after going through the rain unprotected that afternoon. He coughed a couple of times and stomped his foot as he walked annoyed at the sudden weakness he was feeling. He willed himself to walk faster ignoring the cold air and the fervent heat he was feeling in his body.
Finally he saw her. His eyes were steadily gazing at her, concentrating at her direction. Unknown to him, he was walking slightly faster every passing moment. He was about to call out to her when he realized that his throat only made a croaking sound as he did so. Finally she met his gaze. Wide eyed she ran towards him and then finally her arms encircled his broad shoulders. All he could manage to say at that moment was...
"Baka... It's cold..." He removed the coat he was wearing and draped it on her shoulders.
She took the hand that he draped around her and guided in down towards her waist in an effort to deepen the embrace she initiated. She was bolder now. It had only been days but they seemed more than that to her. She wanted to know if he jwas really there, so she let her invalid right limply carress his face. He was there and it was real, the next thing she knew she was standing tip toed and lightly tugging at his neck to lower his stance to meet her. He obliged knowing fully what she had wanted. Her lips were soft just as he imagined it would be. Her hair was fragrantly sweet as pomegranate. He indulged himself a little longer in the kiss, the back of his mind wondering why he was doing so.
Finally the moment ended. He was still staring at her wondering what he should do next.
"I thought I'd never see you again." she looked shyly away and mumbled.
"Don't do that again." He tried to sound as annoyed as possible, of course he failed. "I was worried. I hate that."
Her brown eyes smiled at him and she nodded. "Come.. You must be tired. I'm sure Okita can spare another futon in his room."
"Hmmm? You've been sleeping with him?" he surpressed a cough and looked away.
"Well what did you expect?" she teased "I don't have a penny to my name. Would you rather have me sleep on the streets?"
Saitou Hajime groaned, she did have a point. "Just for tonight and don't do that AGAIN."
Midori chuckled as she held his hand into the Shieitan.
TO REVIEWERS:
Missbehavin - I know.. I know... I didn't update this nor Watashi no Itachi... Sorry!!! But here's the update really short though and mushy too. I couldn't help it. I wanted a kissing scene soon otherwise I'd go crazy. What else? When you said "It didn't seem to work" do you mean the whole Tatsuo thing wasn't believable or was that a comment on Saitou's personality? I like imagining Saitou and his older brother as kids, don't know why. It's been a while since I've seen any anime so no PMK yet. No internet, no computer for a while, but I think I'm now back. :O)
Ooka-chan - I'm still wondering about the Gatotsu... I have a feeling that it's "NO"... The Hirazuki, I'll think about it. Care to trade, your flamethrower vs the Hirazuki on Akio? ;O) I just broke the update fast thing.. Sorry I didn't have a computer nor an internet connection for a long time. Was out in the middle of nowhere where all they had was "Radio"... I love kissing scenes as you can see I couldn't help it here (nor in my other fics). Cool I'm not dragging it out... Keep reading. I'll have something good soon.
Imalefty - Hey I'm glad you're reading one of my fics. Still the same ol' mushy stuff as you can see. Maybe someday I'll be able to do what you do and "diversify" to humor. You're really good at it. I don't like to bash Tokio. The most I'll probably do is show a difference of opinion between Saitou and Tokio. You really think they belong together? But I've never seen/read a commercial release of the pair. Now if only I can get a doujinshi, maybe I can envision them together.