Twish's Note: CHAPTER Ten…Yes, I know delay, delay, delay, but thanks to everyone for being patient and leaving me reviews though I don't deserve them… anyway. I hope you like this one coming up, sort of a joiner for other things… I will take me forever to update again as I am so busy with deadlines, but for the sake of this story (who now takes on a life of its own and probably another name so that it won't be associated with a lazy ass author like me) and you, my loyal readers (who probably have cursed me to oblivion) I will try to race it to the finish! I love all my reviewers (in a very proper, fan fiction authorish way), thanks a million!
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Be of age. Granted, this chapter doesn't contain graphic scenes or what not. But the story has quite a lot and will do again. No matter what I do, what I say or what I draw, Rurouni Kenshin is never mine. Gads, I am overtaken with grief T.T Please review… blows flying kiss in midst of deadly glares.Internal Affairs
Chapter 10 – What makes a Wolf weak
Haijime Saitou, or the Saitou, as he was called, was not a very emotional man. Until now. He walked in seeming indifference to a small group of unassuming white buildings, quite different from his family mansion where he grew up. He paused, taking another cigarette out of his pocket, and after finishing it continued walking to an unmarked door, all in complete silence. Just the way he wanted it.
Very few people knew where he wandered or who he associated with, and none would dare follow. For in all respects, he was as wily and as sneaky as a wolf. And just about as rabid.
Though, there was one wolf-like quality that he adhered to that nobody knew. They mated for life.
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Misao and Aoshi shared breakfast in silence after Okina left, but for very different reasons. On his side, he was brooding in tension, while on Misao, she was happily mooning away, dreaming of white dresses, roses, and the most fantastic S&M set of underwear she was planning to wear on a special occasion…
Hey, I only get to be married once, you know…
"Ehem." Aoshi cleared his throat.
"Wha--- huh… arck…" Misao choked on some tea, mortified at being caught daydreaming the day away.
He grinned behind her back as he whacked it. It's these things that pull me toward her… we have a sense of masochistic tendencies no one understands…
"You know I have to get out of this house soon, you know…" Aoshi continued, just as if nothing happened.
"But why?"
"Well. I can't marry you--- yet" He raised a hand just as she was about to object. "I have to find a way around your engagement to the Wolf."
"Oh that." Instantly deflated, she began clearing dishes.
Aoshi frowned.
I swear, this lady has a handle on all kinds of whacked out, female, hormonal…
"…and I swear I WON'T marry him, I won't, lets just see how he takes a wife that throws kunai from the bed straight to his…"
Aoshi winced at the visual he got.
"Misao… Misao! FOCUS, DAMMIT." He raised his voice when he noticed she was muttering to her cat while she fed it.
Misao sweat dropped.
"Don't you have faith in me?" He asked, trying to look indifferent but failing.
Misao melted at his very vulnerable gaze. Here she was, being an idiot while her man was trying to figure out a way. Just for her.
"Of course I do" She pranced up to him and let herself be held for a bit. "It's just that I can't believe these things happen, especially to me…" She went right back to muttering, now doing it while tracing an invisible pattern on his chest.
Aoshi raised his eyes to the ceiling. Sex at a time like this?
Then he shrugged. Why the hell not? Just 1 for the road… a little while… 10 minutes… his eyes nearly crossing as her hands made it to his fly…
Misao, however, as usual, made him insatiable.
It was nearly dusk when he left the house.
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Saitou crossed the relatively pin sized living area to the unproportionally large studio with a boom box blaring some kind of wailing guy talking about peaches. Or at least he thought it was peaches.
What region of hell does she find these CD's?
He watched the slim graceful woman with purple hair dressed in a painter's smock frowning in concentration at a piece of canvas larger than her. Half piece of said canvas already had the beginnings of something undefined, but wonderful.
Everything she does is wonderful. And if someone says different, I'm going to rip their little…
"Haiji? That you? I can smell your smoke, you know, even if you think you're being clever by sneaking up behind me…"
"Well you really wouldn't be able to hear me otherwise… not with that guy recording diarrhea pains for the whole world to hear." Saitou shrugged, unrepentantly grinning as he flicked the power switch off.
Tokio simply laughed, a deep rolling laugh. "Ha, well, you wouldn't be you if you weren't clever…"
Saitou grabbed her close, pulling off white gloves with his teeth. "And is that any way to greet the one who comes up with inventive ways to make you scream every night?" He asked, not giving her a chance to respond before kissing her roughly, needily.
As they both rose up for air, Toki gasped "Wow. And I mean wow. Where did that come from? Though, it loses points for being tobacco flavored…" When he simply sighed, she fretted. Something was the matter. When he still didn't reply, she nagged. She knew he hated that.
Finally the wolf cracked. He let her go, and walked toward her canvas, staring blankly at it.
"You read me that well?"
"Of course I do, we've been living together for four years."
He harrumphed.
Tokio knew his dance well. She also knew how to cut it short.
"I swear Haiji, I love you but if you're not going to share this with me, you're going back to your big old drafty mansion. For a month." She told him calmly, looking over her fingernails. I can play this any way you want. Oh and I need a heavy duty manicure. Turpentine can be havoc for nails…
Saitou growled.
"Five, four, three, two…" Tokio counted back, loudly over his growling.
"Oh goddammit… fine, you want to know, I got engaged! Dammit!" Saitou stormed out of the studio, cursing a streak of obscenities all the way outside where he promptly took out another stick and lighted it.
The look on Tokio's face was priceless. But we are married…