I've finally managed to write the next drabble for 10 snuggles. Forgive me if it's short and rather...pointless.

It's all my muses wanted to get out. Fluff, some snarkiness and some more fluff and cuteness. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! (I'm talking about the people who love this alternate pairing of course)

Enjoy.


Simple Things
By Royal blueKitsune

The drops fell steadily and he leaned against the wooden frame of the window, enjoying the subtle fragrance of magnolia blossoms and the smell of summer rain as it mixed with the earth.

Saitou inhaled deeply and quickly pushed away any idea of smoking to calm his nerves - courtesy of the airheads he had to constantly bark at for their idiosyncrasy crises. No, if there was something that could bring the former Wolf of Mibu some piece of mind in such moments it was rain...that and his wife but she wasn't currently here.

Curse the fates for granting him such incompetent men.

Curse who ever was listening for having forgotten to bring an umbrella with him. Not that he abhorred getting wet or dirty - if he had, then the Bakumatsu would've surely been a long nightmare - but he disliked getting sick and having to stay in bed for the following few days being nursed by a fussing weasel.

Being weak didn't sit well with him. Then again, being fed and served hand and foot by his little wife wasn't unappealing either.

His lips tilted upwards fractionally.

Decisions, decisions...

The amusement quickly faded and the tall inspector sat down in his chair and said a monotonous 'come in' to the officer trembling outside the door. The way his ki was pulsating and jumping unsteadily was proof enough that something had happened.

"Inspector Fujita." Well, at least he could salute properly. Saitou speared him with a bored glance and the officer's spine straightened visibly.

"Sir. Your wife, Fujita-san, is waiting outside for you. We can't convince her to come inside and..."

The young man gulped nervously when his superior's expression darkened noticeably. Of course, Fujita-san's - scowl - was understandable since his wife was pregnant in six months and currently waiting in the rain with only an umbrella and a thin, summer kimono...but he still didn't release his breath, the one he hadn't been aware her was holding, until the inspector bypassed him completely.

'The woman is going to cut several years of my age if she keeps acting this way for the next three months.'

Saitou's frown was as dark and ominous as the thundering clouds outside and had he not needed both hands to strangle his 'endearing wife', he might've lit the cigar he so desperately craved.

"Hisato." Behind him the officer stumbled and almost tripped on his feet. "I will retire early today. I leave the paperwork in your care and should I find anything amiss tomorrow, I'll personally throw you in the nearest cell and dispose of the key. This considering that I'm not allowed to kill you."

'Ahou.'

Unfortunately for him, fortunately for the man who had informed him, his wife was indeed waiting outside. Misao looked beautiful in her simple, forest green kimono and he took a moment to appreciate the fact that she had let her luxurious, raven hair loose for once.

He took one look at the innocent smile adorning her face and knew that he really wanted to kill something.

"You have precisely five counts to tell me what you're doing -in your condition- standing in the pouring rain. Before I decide you're not old enough to turn you on my knee and spank you."

Misao's eyes sparked vivid green with laughter and she lifted the umbrella over both their heads, in the process raising herself on her tippy-toes and giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

"I came to make sure you weren't going to get soaking wet and sick. As for turning me on your knee, I'd think it would be a little too difficult with my current condition." She told him as a matter of fact and his lips twitched momentarily.

Misao frowned. "No. Wait a second. That actually sounded like I were chronically ill or dying. And don't you dare tell me I'm too fat to be carried or lifted or so help me Kami I'll go into one of my 'insufferable mood swings'. Umbrella?"

She beamed up at him and Saitou was caught between making a point of her earlier statement and chuckling wryly. Instead he sighed and wrapped an arm around the small of her back, silently urging her to start walking.

"You are one impossible weasel. Headstrong, reckless, too kind for your own good and too cheery for mine."

"And you wouldn't have me any other way."

He'd forgotten to add that she was also a crack wise, little mind reader as well.

End


A crack wise indeed. xD