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Lose your rep. for a small pack of cigs? He looked back at the rooster head, who had a look of painfully stupid overconfidence plastered on his face.
It was worth a try...
Sanosuke just kept smiling stupidly, oblivious to whatever Saitou was planning. Sanosuke was having a blast teasing the older man. He hadn't planned on doing much when he got back from his bath but when he saw the small box he just couldn't help himself. That and ever since he'd met Saitou, Sanosuke had always wondered what kind of strange behavior patterns the cop would fall into when he was deprived of his horrible habit. Yes, Sanosuke was experimenting on Saitou, well sort of. That, and once when he'd gone to visit Megumi at the clinic, he saw a patient that was dieing of—what else?—Lung cancer. That's when Megumi told him about the effects smoking had on the body and how the chances of death were lowered drastically if you quit smoking, no matter what age you were.
So, was Sanosuke worried about the crazy bastard? Maybe.
Saitou took a step toward the rooster head with a face that said 'If-you-do-not-give-me-what-I-want-I-will-rip-out-your-spine-and-beat-you-with-it!' Harsh, yes. Effective, no. The damn rooster head just continued with his little magic show. That's when Saitou set his plan in motion.
Slowly he walked to Sanosuke, until he had him trapped in a corner. Sanosuke could handle death glares and other sort (see evil spine-beating glare above.) but all he could do was numbly stare at the strange look the ex-shinsengumi was giving him. The next thing he knew Saitou had a hold of both of his writs and was pressing his body against his.
Sanosuke gasped at the strong, hot aura that the older man gave off and the warm breath on his neck. What the hell was Saitou doing? "You know…" Saitou said into his ear softly, giving it a lick, which sent shivers down Sano's back. "You shouldn't tease me…" Sanosuke opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by someone shoving their tongue down his throat. That someone being Saitou. There was the faint taste of nicotine that lingered on Sano's lips as the other man went to suck on an ear lobe, then down to his neck…
Huge coal black eyes blinked in the darkness. How the hell did it always turn out this way? One minute she was happily traveling along with her master and her companions when a lack of funds and (an even more) lack of food had led one thing to another…..She let out a squeak of frustration and continued to scamper along the ridiculously dusty storage room floor. At least she couldn't get eaten from up here. As she continued to move on (stopping every now and then to shake the dust and dirt from her fur) a strange smell began to fill her heightened senses. Oh, how it smelt so good! She was getting rather hungry…
Determined to find the source of the delicious sent she ran straight towards it. A small crack of light shone through the (incredibly dirty) hard wood floor down to a room where the smell was most definitely coming from. Fortunately for her, she had jaws of steel and began to chew through the floor as if it were cotton candy. When the hole was finally big enough, she jumped down.
Like most animals, she gracefully landed on her tiny paws and dashed around the table looking for the food. Blinded by her need for nourishment, she ran head first into a huge steaming bowl of, well, something. She easily jumped into the bowl and was instantly tangled in the noodles. She let out an indignant squeak of fear as she tried to pry herself from the stringed food, but only succeeded in tying herself up even more.
"Ah…Nnngh….…"
Her ears twitched. What kind of mating call was that supposed to be?
"Ah…right there….keep doing that…."
Whatever, it was none of her business anyway. She bit into one of the noodles and chewed joyously. Finally, some FOOD!
Sanosuke had absolutely no idea what the hell was going on. But he'd be damned if he was going to be the one to stop it. He let out a sigh as warm hand pressed softly on his back and sensually slid down his spine to his tailbone. Hm, maybe he should take away Saitou's cigarettes more often….
Saitou was becoming extremely impatient as he continued to suck and bite at one of Sanosukes' now hard nipples. The time constraint he'd set for himself was declining fast. If he if he didn't finish up soon, there would be something else that would get hard and Saitou was trying to keep that kind of sucking out of his plans.
"Aaah…whatever the hell you're doing with that fucking hand of yours, keep doing it!"
At least for now…..
Wait minute, when did he decide that making out with another guy was part of the plan? He originally wanted to just knock Sanosuke senseless and be done with it. Saitous' eyebrow twitched. Damn nicotine withdraws….blaming his situation on that was easier then doing some soul searching at the moment anyway.(Like Saitou was one for 'soul searching' Pfft!)
Oh, hell...Goddamn you, you damn rooster head! Sanosuke had finally decided to do something with himself and had sneakily slid a hand in between the older mans clothes and had gone straight for the goods. It took all of Saitous' self control and then some not to turn the boy over and pound into him senselessly. He still had something else that was only a tiny bit more important that this….
He pried open an eye and glanced at the clock, 10:04. Crap.
Saitou knew the ahou had those cigarettes on him somewhere, and he was going to find them no matter what, dammit.
The two began to unconsciously grind their hips together, and there was a low moan from the pinned Sanosuke as an anxious hand quickly ripped off the sash that was keeping his yukata shut.
That's when the door opened.
"Saitou-saaaan, I forgot to give you these earlier." The owner of the inn said in a playful, and painfully over cheery voice. She walked over and handed over a small box of matches to the cop.
Saitou Hajimes' exact words:
"……."
He was completely speechless. Well, his mouth might have seemed welded shut, but his brain was about have an aneurism with how hard he was thinking. How the hell do you respond to something like this! Has she been standing outside the room this whole time? How the hell could I have not known about her presence? Why the hell am I rambling like this? (Exasperated sigh) I need a smoke……
"By the way, have you seen that other young man that was with you? What was his name again?"
It's Sanosuke you hag! Sanosuke was quite positive that he looked like a complete fool. Not that he didn't look it all the time….but this was something completely different. Not even five seconds ago he was lip-locked with Saitou (Which he still hadn't come up with an explanation for as to why he was in the first place….) and now he was pinned in between the wall and a book shelf. Saitou had to have been pretty quick and must have some mad Tetris skillz to hide the rooster like that.
"Hmmm….Sasuke…Setsuki….Sashimi….Satoshi?"
No!
"Yes, that's his name, Satoshi…." The cop lied with out a second thought.
NOOOOOOOOO! Fuck, how wimpy does that name sound?
"And no I have not seen him…" Saitou answered coolly whilst slowly walking backwards toward the overstuffed bookshelf. He began contemplating all the different ways he could kill her and make look like an accident as he watched her leave the room.
Sanosuke was nervous. He'd heard a door shut and then everything had gotten quiet. That bastard had better not have forgotten about me…Sanosuke gave the six foot shelf a push here, there and…SLAM!
Both Sanosuke and the bookshelf hit the floor with loud slam while Saitou picked up the box of cigarettes that had been lying on the floor for the past minute and a half. The fighter was on his feet almost instantly, his expression full of rage.
"TEME! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!"
Silently, Saitou put a cigarette in between his lips, lit a match, and then lit up the cigarette. He took in a long deep breath, savoring his prize. He'd be dammed if Sanosuke was going to ruin this moment. The first cigarette he'd had in almost over to two days.
Sanosuke watched as the older man was….smoking! Oh, hell no…The brunette looked down at himself and saw that the thin black fabric that passed off as a yukata at this place was barely leaving anything to the imagination without the sash.
"I told you not to tease me…" Saitou said before blowing out wisps of smoke in Sano's face. An awkward silence followed. Without anything else to say, Saitou went to claim his second prize: Food.
Sanosuke growled as he looked around for the sash to tie his clothes shut. There was too little time and too much thinking to be done over the events that had just transpired between the two. Too bad he was as good at thinking as he was at turning invisible. He looked back over at the table full of food and saw….was that a tail sticking out of that bowl! Apparently Saitou hadn't noticed, as he was busy hogging all the pork buns to himself.
Saitou picked up a pair of chopsticks and broke them apart with perfect precision right down the center. He tuned out the noise of Sanosuke's growling and whining and picked up a bowl of miso—wait was that soba! Saitou set down the bowl f miso he just picked up and dug his chopsticks into the bowl full of Soba.
It was the one thing he would regret for the rest of his life. The next thing he knew he had a face (and mouth…) full of fur and was gasping for air. In a snap Sanosuke was roaring with laughter at the fact the Saitou was getting murdered via suffocation, this almost made up for what happened before….almost. Something was missing….Saitou let out a muffled scream and began to frantically claw at the monstrous squirrel that was mutilating his face. With an iron grip he grabbed the creatures' fluffy tail and flung it across the room right at the door. Just when it seemed the furry animal's fate was sealed the door flew open and the squirrel flew right out into the hall way.
"My goodness that sure was a close one!" The old hag said as the furry animal whizzed by her head. Standing behind here was a group of three strangely dressed people. The male in glasses grabbed the fly animal by the tail and shoved it in the face of the girl in a pink kimono.
"This what you were looking for right?" The man said solemnly. The pink girl nodded. "Good. Then let's pay and get the hell outta here." He concluded, throwing the squirrel at the girl. The whole time this was going on Sanosuke and the other much taller man in their party were glaring at each other the whole time. With a snarl the man with the insane spiky hair style turned and walked back down the hall. The other two soon followed.
"So…..Nakashima-san what bring you here this time?" Saitou struggled not to storm out into the hall and kill every single last person in his sight. He only had soon many blood vessels and brain cells left….
"Oh nothing much, just heard the entire racket and came to…investigate. And please, call me Michiyo-Chan….Eheheheee….." Her annoying laughter fluttered along behind her as she walked out of the room. Closing the door behind her.
It took everything the two men in the room had left in them not to hurl.
Sanosuke finally spotted the sash and went to retrieve it. As he bent down to pick it up a wave of nausea hit him like a ton of bricks and he feel to the ground in a heap. Colors and shapes began to distort themselves and the next thing the fighter for hire knew he was out like a light bulb. If their time period had ever had any.
"What the hell?" Saitou mumbled with his cigarette dangling between his lips. He inwardly cringed at the sight of Sanosuke lying there. Regaining his mental composure, Saitou walked over to the unconscious ahou and turned him on his back. There was no point in panicking and rushing. This was Sanosuke after all. The cop opened one of the rooster heads eye lids and checked his pupils. Everything seemed normal enough as his eye responded to the light of the room. He sighed; there was only one thing besides a good punch to the face that could shut this guy up. Saitou went over and looked at the rice bowl that Sanosuke had emptied in mere seconds not to long ago.
There were a few pieces of rice still sticking here and there, but what caught Saitous' attention was the faint white filmy substance sticking to the bottom of the bowl. He dipped his index finger into the substance and examined it. It was a type of sleeping drug; he'd seen this type before in other narcotic bust. It was mostly used to knock out prisoners in prostitution rings and other such shady stuff. Although none were as smooth—Saitou licked his finger clean, he didn't see the harm, as it was just a sleeping drug—or as pure as this one. He went over to the bowl or Soba next. Ignoring the tuffs of fur in the nobles he dumped the contents out onto the table and looked at the bottom of the bowl. Saitou did the same actions and immediately spit it back out into the bowl.
It was opium.
-whew!- Well now, the next chapter question will be answered and even more will be likely to spring right up!
Hope to see you all soon!
Til the next Chapter D
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