The Night Life – Round 14
Saitoh watched with interest as the reincarnation of his mate stood before the cloaked figures, her posture taut and ready for whatever would be thrown at her. His long fingers slipped into his jacket pocket and pulled out his lighter and the last cigarette in his pack, though the golden gaze never left Tokio. It was amazing how the façade of a simple bartender had faded to reveal the woman he had spent half his life looking for. How convenient.
"If you think I will come willingly, you are mistaken." He had to smirk at her words. Tokio had never been a pushover in her past life either.
But Saitoh's smirk turned into a frown when the twinned cloaked women started to attack. This would most certainly not due. As much as he would have loved to watch his mate kick their asses to the curb, he really did not have time or patience for such shenanigans.
Tokio was ready for them, no doubt about it. And she was ready to beat some cloaked booty at that. They were jumping towards her, their movements synchronized making it all the more easier to see and attack.
But that damn man just had to ruin her fun. Before Tokio even had a chance to raise her weapons, the golden eyed man from the bar stepped in front of her. His hands went to his belt and pulled out a set of unseen handguns.
The bitches never saw it coming.
They were dead before they hit the floor, so like humans that it made Saitoh want to spit. He had hit each with a direct shot to the chest, where the heart would be if they had hearts. Saitoh said nothing as he placed his guns back into their holsters and let his jacket fall down to hide them again. He turned around and looked at Tokio, surprised at the irritated look on her face.
"I could have handled them you know. I didn't need your help."
"Yeah, I know. But they were annoying me with that monotonous talking shit." Tokio chuckled underneath her breath at his words and muttered something that sounded like 'wiseass'. She turned from him and walked back to the bar, completely aware of the wolfish eyes that followed the sway of her hips.
Saitoh walked over with next to her and caught her eyes with his. She was the same, in every aspect. Her laugh, her smile, her sass attitude. His Tokio had not changed one bit.
Thank God for that.
"So what does my savior want as his prize, hmm? How about a drink on the house?" Tokio reached over the bar to grab one of the more expensive alcohols, but was stopped by a hand grabbing her wrist. She looked up into the man's eyes, those golden amber eyes, and was suddenly yanked into his hard chest.
"All I want, Tokio Takagi, is you," Saitoh whispered huskily before leaning down to take her lips. Tokio's gasp was muffled into his mouth and her eyes were wide in shock from his words and actions.
Saitoh closed his eyes in bliss at the feeling of having his love in his arms again. He didn't know what had come over him in that one moment, but he did know one thing.
She was so beautiful.
He couldn't let her go again, he just couldn't. There was no way in the seven hells Saitoh was going to just let her walk out of his life. He had watched her die for God's sake! And here she was, within touching distance and he was supposed to keep his cool. Was he a man or not?
Her groan spoke everything to him as Tokio melted under his ministrations. He had always had this power on her, even in the past. Her lips became pliant under his as she stoked the fire within his steel-like body. Saitoh moved his hand to bury in her silk tresses, not wanting to let go.
But the kiss ended soon enough and both of them gasped for breath while staring down the other. One gaze spoke confusion and wonder while the other held promises for the future.
Tokio leaned down against his chest and tried to catch her breath. What was this man doing to her? It was like she already knew him, and her body was craving to be closer to his. She took in a deep breath and smelled the cologne on his chest, mixed with the light scent of smoke.
"Your smell…it's so familiar," she whispered.
"It should be, love. But I'll explain it another day, alright? Right now, we've got to go." She looked up at Saitoh with a question in her eyes.
"And why would that be, Hajime?" He sighed, wishing he could stay here longer. But something wasn't right at the moment.
"Because if my instincts are right, then Ice-man and Weasel are about to be in a whole mess of shit." Saitoh swooped down and gave her a quick peck on the lips before pulling them both out the door and into the chilly night.
Sometimes, timing was such a pain.
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Sephiress' Notes: Hope everyone liked. I wanted to clear up everything with Saitoh and Tokio before moving on with Aoshi/Misao stuff. Best of luck to the remaining writers and I hope we do this again sometime!
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