The last drabble for the story Jaded Amber! I know it ends sooner than I mentioned but this is the way things turned out in the end. I'm just glad that I managed to finish these before school starts...took a weight off my chest.

Enjoy!


The Movies
By Royal blueKitsune

"The rooster is so dead when I'm getting my hands around his skinny little neck." Misao mumbled, grimacing when the lead female character threw herself in her lover's arms sobbing loudly and proclaiming her undying love for him - begging him to never leave her even if he loved another.

"This movie is beyond pathetic..."

Next to her, Saitou curled an arm around her in a rare sign of understanding, continuing to stare rather fixed at the ongoing film.

If he could've, she thought faintly amused, Misao was sure that Saitou would've mauled something long ago. Simply to get the annoyance out of his system.

She smiled, letting some of the tension fade away. She wasn't per see satisfied that he was suffering but it was nice to know that there was another who could feel her pain.

The man said something she didn't quite catch and the voluptuous blonde let out an earth-shattering shriek, making both Misao and Saitou tense visibly.

'Pain in more than one way.' She thought sourly.

"And to think I could've been home finishing the science project professor Wataru gave us yesterday, instead of inducing trauma on my already rattled brain. Proof of said trauma is that I'm actually desiring to finish homework than to watch a movie."

Misao's eyes reflected her mischievous nature and for a moment Saitou smirked, feeling more comfortable than he had in the last hour and a half of watching this utter and complete nonsense.

That was until the annoying 'woman' let out another loud wail (he was quite sure that somewhere, somehow, a window was breaking) that continued to ring in his ears even after she had shut up and submitted to sobs and crocodile tears.

Misao's nails dug into the sleeve of his shirt and he welcomed the pain. "Tell me once again how exactly did we end up choosing this particular movie?"

His voice was rough and low in timbre, reflecting all the annoyance and desire to hurt someone he was currently feeling. By no means little or insignificant and Saitou Hajime wasn't known as the Wolf in his police department for nothing.

She sighed and patted his shoulder, seeking his dark eyes with hers. "We accepted the tickets -as a present- from rooster head and signed our early sentence to become deaf, blind and possibly marked for life...I for one will need a break to recover from this break."

Her lower lip jutted out in a pout he was itching to kiss away. Maybe later when the atmosphere wasn't so clogged up with stupidity and he could thoroughly enjoy it; he was going to arrange another day for the two of them to actually relax and enjoy their anniversary - which by the way had been completely spoiled by Sanosuke.

He smoothly let the matter pass, to cover the lethal intentions he had for her college friend. It was no use to tell Misao that he planned on beating the stuffing out of the rooster until his knuckles were bloodied and his breath was labored.

The eight years of experience he had on both his girlfriend and the 'village idiot' were going to insure that that wasn't going to happen too fast.

"Sanity is a good ten minutes away." Saitou's lips twitched and he twirled one long strand of her ebony hair around his finger, feeling unaccountably content when she cuddled into his chest like a small kitten.

Perhaps these last ten minutes could be put to good use after all.

Suddenly Misao giggled, giggles that soon turned into soft laughter that left Saitou to think that maybe the movie was affecting her mental abilities after all.

It was possible.

At what must've been his version of a queer look, she simply shook her head and gestured towards the screen where the woman was weaving a gun and threatening that she was going to commit suicide if her supposed love didn't return her feelings.

Now the mere idea of killing oneself for the sake of love problems was a sheer example of idiosyncrasy that Saitou had never tolerated no matter the consequences - people who committed suicide were, simply put, weak...

...but to try to commit suicide -movie or not- with a water gun (painted black for all purposes) was beyond imagination. Even for a young inspector who had seen many things in his jaded life.

"Are you thinking of what I'm thinking?" She was still chuckling in the material of his jacket and he regarded her from the corner of his eyes with barely hidden weariness.

"If your thoughts center around a certain rooster...I'm telling you now that the head is mine weasel."

She pouted cutely and he -offhandedly- guessed that he had nailed the problem on the head. Really, had he not known her for so long, he would've never thought that she was thinking of beating someone into a pulp with that bright, cheery smile in place.

Such were the wonders of the young woman named Misao.

"Fine...but I get to maim and bruise what's left of him for spoiling our anniversary. It will be the first time in my life I actually send someone to the hospital instead of the infirmary but I have faith that the kitsune can put him back into one piece. In a few weeks or so!"

Saitou didn't even blink an eyelash.

"You are a very disturbed weasel."

"Among other things."

End


I've completed Jaded Amber and I'm proud of it (yes I know it's faster -and yes I know the last drabble came out as disturbed as Misao- than I said but this is what came out). I would like to thank all those who read and were by my side for the entire length of Jaded Amber. This little collection of unlikely to ever happen stories was a pleasure to write. :D