Sentiments of gip-k: -Heyo, all! ^^ Thanks very much for reading my fanfiction… here we are unto the next chapter. :D I surely hope you've all enjoyed the last… this should be the best of all!
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Disclaimer: I own not Rurouni Kenshin, Rurouni Kenshin own not I. I seek no financial profit from this fanfiction, no financial profit from this fanfiction I seek.
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---Chapter 5: Saito's Return---
"Hey, guess what Tokio!" Yahiko cried as he pulled open the shoji of Tokio Saito's bedroom. "Saito's back!"
Yahiko inhaled a deep breath. He was surprised to see Tokio was already up. She was dressed in a deep emerald kimono as richly embroiled as her purple one, and her hair was pulled up upon her head in an intricately entwined bun.
It had been precisely two weeks since Saito's departure, and also from Tokio and Yahiko's "fight". Now, both of them had recovered almost fully. The only evidence that remained that Tokio had been in the fight at all, were a bruise on her shoulder, and the wrappings on her severely sprained wrist. Yahiko's ribs were still wrapped, and he limped slightly.
Tokio blinked at Yahiko.
"I am already quite aware of the news," Tokio said. "I am leaving right away."
With that, Tokio stood up in one fluid, graceful motion. She touched her hair a little to make sure it was in place. Her hand shook as she put down her comb.
"You're nervous, aren't you?" Yahiko asked, blunt as ever.
Tokio jumped a little. Her face flushed red and her anger flared a bit.
"No, of course not!" Tokio said. "The man is my husband and I- I plan to take him back home with me. Now if you'll excuse me-"
Tokio stepped smoothly past Yahiko and exited her room. After she was a few feet away, Yahiko called out.
"Does this mean we won't be seeing you here anymore? It's not polite to leave without telling your host, you know."
Tokio turned to him, and smiled. She walked back to Yahiko, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You've caused me an awful lot of trouble, boy, and so has this whole place," Tokio replied. "I promise you that I will not depart without bidding you, and this place, farewell." Then she slapped Yahiko on the back, and laughed. "Take care of yourself, punk."
Yahiko's face was the image of pain, and he coughed a little.
"Ugh," he groaned. "You, too."
Tokio laughed again. Then she turned around and walked towards the dojo gate and then trotted out.
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Saito Hajime swung his legs over his desk, and leaned far back in his chair, arms folding and forming a pillow behind his head. He sighed happily. He was finally back to work in Tokyo- his own city. Shou's Police Chief had been very unreasonable. He wanted officers from Tokyo's force to help him guard his city, yet he didn't want to pay for them. What's more, he wouldn't allow them to quarter in the bunkers where his officers did. Saito had demanded where he expected them to say, and the man had replied "somewhere". So alas, the negotiations went not too well. The men higher in the government had been sure that some kind of deal could be planned out- Saito had almost refused a direct order to go to the city in the first place.
Suddenly, without warning, the door bursts open, admitting one of Saito's officers. He was a chubby man, and thus some of the fat on his body chugged up and down when he ran- but nevertheless, he was a strong man and a good officer. Right now, he was panting very hard, and his face was red as the skin of an apple.
"What's wrong, Toei?" Saito asked, a bit alarmed by the man's unceremonious entry.
Toei saluted Saito before speaking.
"Saito Sir!" he panted out. "There's a woman in out in the front office! She demands to see you, sir!"
Saito sat up and then leaned his chin in his hand, a thoughtful look on his face.
"Has she told you why, Toei?" Saito asked.
"No sir!" Toei replied. "But she's really crazy-acting, sir. She's just a tiny little thing, but she's been causing extreme havoc in the station. She says that if she doesn't get to see you she'll kill everybody!" Toei gulped. "I don't think she's that afraid to try, either."
Saito smiled and chuckled to himself. He took his pipe out from his pocket and lighted it, patiently.
"Should I send her in, sir?" Toei asked apprehensively.
"No, that won't be necessary," Saito replied conversationally. He looked up at Toei, a wide, cheerful-appearing smile on his face. "I'll go out to her. You may leave now, Toei."
"Yes sir, sir!" Toei said, then stumbled out.
Saito shook his head. He wondered who the lady could be. Probably someone with some sort of dispute she thought she could settle more easily if she spoke to the man on top. Saito got up, brushed a little tobacco off of his shirt, and then walked out of the door.
Toei had been right- the little lady was causing havoc in the station. Those she wasn't scaring half to death, she was distracting with her obvious beauty.
"I tell you, bring me Hajime Saito right this second or I'll-"
"He is here behind you, miss," Saito said.
"Hajime I will kill you-" the woman said before turning around. Then, when she realized fully what had been said, she flipped around, eyes full of surprise. "Hajime," she said breathlessly.
Saito was only slightly surprised to discover it was his wife.
"Tokio, my pride and joy!" Saito said, delighted to see her. Then he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She made a strangled kind of noise. Then Saito bent down and kissed her lips richly. Just as Saito had known it would be, when he broke the kiss and looked at her, her eyes looked utterly confused and she seemed helpless in his arms. He looked up around the station.
"What're you all staring at?" Saito asked, using his most fierce voice. "You've plenty of work to do!"
A chorus of "yes sir" erupted from the officers, and they literally scurried out to continue your work.
"Hajime," Tokio began, obviously trying very hard to keep her voice steady. Saito looked down at her and smiled.
"Is there something wrong, my sweet pastry?" Saito said, amusing himself by trying the pet names on her. "I know you must be very tired from your long trip here. Come and sit down with me and have coffee." Saito took her hand, and led her into his office. He helped her into the chair across from his, and then sat down himself. He poured them both coffee, but was very aware of her eyes unmoving from him.
"So-" Saito began, smiling at her once more. "How are things up at home? How is the boy doing?"
"Hajime Saito," Tokio said, finally her voice returning to her more fully. She stood up as smoothly as she could manage from her chair. She also somehow managed to give him her green-eyed glare, or rather, a lesser version of it. Saito feigned nonchalance.
"Yes, darling?" he replied conversationally, sipping a bit of his coffee as he peered up at her with his narrow, almond-shaped dark eyes.
"Hajime don't do this to me anymore," Tokio said. She rose up to her full height, and though it wasn't very much, it was sufficient. She roughened her voice. "I will play no more games with you, man! You will come home right this instant. The boy you left with me needs a man around the house to take care of him. You need to help with the work-"
"Shhh," Saito put a finger to his lips. Tokio, as he had expected, hushed down almost immediately. Her eyes looked almost as though she was in a trance. Her hands immediately unclenched out of fists. He rose from his chair, and walked over to her. She looked up at him helplessly. He put his hands on her shoulders. He tried his smile on her again. Her eyes brightened for him. His smile became real.
"This trip was quite much for you- I can see it in your face," Saito said lovingly. He softly pushed a strand of loose hair away from her face. Then he became serious and, to his wife's hearing, coldly indifferent. "You must go home immediately. Tokyo is no place for a lovely woman as yourself."
Tokio's lower lip quivered. Then she reached out convulsively and embraced her husband tightly, shortly transforming into a sobbing wreck on his shoulder.
"And how am I supposed to work in a wet uniform, Tokio?" Saito said teasingly. "I've got to resume work, now."
Tokio sniffed a little, and then finally released him. She dabbed a tear out of her eye with her finger.
"I love you, Hajime," Tokio said softly.
Saito kissed her forehead.
"I love you, too," he replied, gazing down at her. Then he turned away. "But as I said, you ought to return home. I'll be there to visit you later this fall."
Tokio sniffled again, then nodded. She turned around to walk away, then just as Saito began to sigh, relieved that he'd escaped her wrath, she turned back to him, her eyes flashing.
"I smell smoke," Tokio said grimly. "Have you been smoking, Saito?"
Saito smiled at her.
"Of course not, love-"
"Don't try that on me, Hajime Saito!" Tokio said, stalking over to him. "Smoking is very, very unhealthy! I'll not allow my husband to smoke. Give me the pipe, man!"
Saito laughed, but it sounded more like a choking sound.
"Tokio-"
"I said give me the pipe!" Tokio replied.
"You wouldn't rob your own husband of his favorite pipe, would you?" Saito asked, forcing a smile. "No, no dear. I am Hajime Saito, if you might remember correctly, and was once the leader of-"
"-Of the Shinshen Gumi," Tokio snapped, finishing for him. "You have fought and won many battles, and a little bit of smoking isn't going to kill you, if anything," Tokio sighed. Her resolve firmed. "Don't make this difficult Saito."
"Tokio, this is the police station," Saito whispered. "It wouldn't look good for you to try and hit me with that stick of yours in here- you could cause major problems for me," he smiled at her, and this time it was genuine. "I elect to keep my pipe, thank you, Tokio."
Tokio fumed.
"Why you-" she tried to tackle him down, but he caught her arms.
"Those aren't the fighting skills I've taught you, sweet pastry," he said, gaining amusement from his own wife trying to attack him. "Please stop trying to hit me, Tokio."
"I wouldn't-" Tokio tried pushing against him. "-Be trying to hit you if- I didn't- have to- worry about saving your life."
"Saving my life?" Saito asked. He chuckled. "I hardly need you to trek all the way down here from the mountains to save my life. No, really, Tokio, you ought to return home."
"Beg me," Tokio retorted. Saito chuckled, and Tokio became angry. "This is not funny, Saito! Beg me to return home!"
Saito laughed so hard that he had to release Tokio's arms.
"I'm warning you, Hajime-"
Saito cleared his throat. He decided to play along.
"If I beg you, then will you return home?" Saito asked calmly.
"I'll consider it," Tokio replied stiffly.
"You're still the same," Saito said, shaking his head. He turned to study some drawings on the wall.
"If you're forgetting what I am like, than maybe you could use me here for a while," Tokio replied.
"I once asked you how is the boy," Saito replied a little distractedly. "Is he getting along well?"
Tokio stepped over a pile of papers on the floor to approach Saito once again.
"This place needs a woman's touch!" she exclaimed. "Yes, he is well," she said, dismissing the whole topic.
"I am sure that you are raising him well," Saito said. "That is why I put him in your care. Everything you touch becomes gold."
As Saito had expected, Tokio returned the compliment with an insult.
"All except you, I suppose," Tokio replied.
"That's not a very nice way to talk to your husband, Tokio."
It was Tokio's turn to laugh.
"Silly man!" she exclaimed. Then she walked up to him and wrapped her arms about his middle, gazing up at him lovingly. "Please come back home."
Saito looked into her liquid green eyes and sighed. Just then there was a knock at the door.
"Back away from the door or I promise you're going to find out what a Wolf of Mibu really is," Saito called out.
Both Tokio and Saito laughed when they heard the sound of hurried footsteps departing from the door. Saito and Tokio's eyes met, and they stayed looking at each other for a long while.
"Oh, bend down fool man you're too tall for me to kiss you!"
Saito chuckled in his usual way, then lifted Tokio and stood her up on his paper-covered desk so she could be at his height. She smiled and kissed him. Then tackled him to the ground.
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Meanwhile, Sanosuke and Yahiko were bent down right outside the solitary window of the office. Their heads could barely be seen.
"Goodness!" Yahiko exclaimed. "She can't even wait to get in a bed with him- yuck!"
Sanosuke was grinning like a monkey.
"I'd never have guessed anyone could tame the dragon girl," Sanosuke said, sounding amused.
Yahiko grimaced.
"She's not 'tame'- look at her!" he said in disgust.
Sanosuke's grin widened. (A/N: He's a hentai baka (stupid pervert) just remember that)
"She's a good kisser," Sanosuke confirmed.
"How the 'ell would you know?" Yahiko demanded. "The only thing you've ever kissed is a pig's rear end!"
Sanosuke glared at him.
"You're a real little jackass, you know that?" he retorted angrily. Yahiko gave Sanosuke the finger. Sanosuke responded by grabbing a handful of his gi and dragging him close until their noses were almost touching. "Do that again, will you? I'd really like to see if you can back it up."
Before anymore could be said, Kaoru appeared, with Misao and Megumi with her.
"What're you two doing?" she demanded.
Yahiko and Sano froze. The three women looked inside the window.
"Ooooooohh," they said in unison.
Sanosuke and Yahiko tried to peak- Misao and Kaoru slapped each of them respectively. Megumi laughed at the idiocy of the whole situation.
"Hey, why do you guys get to watch when we don't?" Yahiko demanded as he rubbed his red cheek.
"We're not going to watch," Kaoru retorted. "We were just going to take a- a- look! We just wanted to see what you were staring at. Come on you two! This isn't very moral what you're doing!"
"You did it, too!" Yahiko retorted.
Kaoru dragged him away. Misao followed suit. Megumi and Sanosuke looked at each other.
"Well fox lady, since you've seen it and all do you want to -?"
Megumi looked at Sanosuke for a second.
A few seconds later…
Sanosuke was lying on the sidewalk with a very, very deep, red handprint in his cheek.
"Ugh," he moaned. "Hey, I didn't deserve that, you know! The weasel already slapped me once!"
Megumi just kept walking away. Sanosuke lay his head back down on the sidewalk. He was going to need some help.
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gip-k's Post Chapter Statements: -Heyo, all! ^_^ I made this chapter, and I'm quite sure you'll enjoy it more… I cannot believe I put that bit of…erhm… but I guess it doesn't matter that much! :XD To be continued…
Holá! :D Here are my special thanks.
anivxn80
Heyo! ^^ Thank you very much for your review- I appreciate it greatly. I did decide to follow your advice, though this was what I was planning all along. I'm not sure if this chapter was really too funny, but I guess Ruroken is a comedy pretty much, and if you just follow the show you can do pretty well. :) It probably is unfortunate that there are so view Tokio/Saito fictions, but that is probably because there isn't much information about Tokio in the TV show… so you've got to make your character up all by yourself, like I did. That makes writing about her really enjoyable and your story can have twists and turns of your own doing. The problem with this chapter is probably that I got Saito wrong. V_V I need some reviewer's help on that!
Kakashi-fan
Arigatou! ^_^ Thank you for your review. As you can tell, your wish came true. I am a bit worried about Saito OOC-ness on my part, but of course, my faithful reviewers can warn me with constructive criticism!
gaby (hyatt
Thanks very much for your reviews, and thank you also for adding me to your favorites' list. (curtsies) It's a great honor to be on it.
Crazed Fanatic Anime Fan
LoL! ^_^ No problem, then… I'm just glad you read and enjoyed it. ^____^ Thanks a lot!
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