Author's Note: Sorry for the wait, but Real Life interfered. This seems to be the longest chapter so far too. Please let me know what you think!

A few days after the revelation, the position of assistant chief inspector had been temporarily filled. Some of the younger officers had insisted that Koshijiro apply, but while he was flattered, he was comfortable in his current role. Instead, someone else was assigned, directly from the Department of Internal Affairs.

They exited the main building for the training yard, prepared to greet the new assistant chief inspector. The others were restless, and their conversation drifted to Koshijiro's ears. "If he's from the government, that means we can trust him, right?" Abe muttered under his breath.

Shinichi added. "I heard he has permission to carry a katana, even during the day. Isn't that unusual?"

"It is, but perhaps, he still has a lingering attachment to the old ways." Koshijiro spoke up. "If he was a samurai, it's likely he also had police duties. For many of them, it was easiest to continue such work in the new era."

"Does that include you?"

"Yes."

The closest officer, Aoki, eagerly asked. "What was it like, on the battlefield? You fought for the Emperor twice, didn't you?"

Koshijiro did not respond right away. It was easier to explain why he fought in Satsuma, because he had been conscripted and had no choice in the matter. It would take much longer, to tell the story of why he had chosen his side during the upheaval more than ten years ago. Instead, he mildly said. "War is nothing glamorous. Unlike many others, I am very fortunate to have returned home, alive."

Aoki realized his mistake, his ears burning red. "O-of course!"

As they stepped onto the grass, Tanaka clouted him. "Idiot! You shouldn't have reminded him!"

"It's alright. Now, stand at attention." Koshijiro told them and they joined the other officers, lined up in perfect rows. He straightened his posture, and didn't have time to wonder how long they would wait, because Chief Uramura was suddenly walking out.

"Thank you, everyone, for being here. This is our new assistant chief inspector, Fujita Goro." He ushered the man forward.

Fujita was a tall, lean man in his early thirties. It was true that he carried a katana, it was sheathed at his side. He smiled, but it didn't seem natural, not reaching his eyes. With a gloved hand, he raised his hat in greeting. "Hello."

The officers bowed in unison. "We look forward to working with you, sir!"

Koshijiro also bowed, a half second after the rest. He caught Fujita scanning over everyone, and literally so. The assistant chief inspector didn't make eye contact, his gaze directed at the tops of their heads. It was a cool expression, as if he was loftily looking down from a high cliff.

"…yes." Fujita said, and his voice was flat.

Koshijiro felt equally enthusiastic.

To his credit, Fujita was extremely efficient and performed his own patrols. The end result was the resolution of several cases and multiple arrests. Unfortunately, that also meant paperwork, and Koshijiro found that his workload had substantially increased. It certainly kept him busy, even at home.

One night, there was a knock on his bedroom door. "Otou-san? Are you still awake?"

"Yes, come in."

He turned around to meet Kaoru's incredulous face, her eyes narrowed against the candlelight streaming from his desk. "Geez, you shouldn't be. It's past midnight!"

It was very late, his vision was starting to waver. But he had a deadline to meet, and he wouldn't feel at ease if he gave up now. "I'll sleep, after this report is finished. Did you need something?"

"…never mind. I just got up to get a drink of water, do you want one too?"

"No, but I'll listen to what you really want to say."

She seemed to deliberate, before kneeling, blowing out a breath, and admitting. "It's about Kenshin. I noticed that he's been acting off. Sometimes, he'll slow down in whatever he's doing and close his eyes. When I call out to him, it takes a minute for him to respond, like he fell asleep but so deeply in just a short time. The way he acts, it's like…like when you came home, after fighting in the Bakumatsu."

His memories of that time were fragmented, but tinged with regret. He was relieved to be home and with his family, but he had been withdrawn, too affected by what he had experienced and what he had done to survive. Alone with his thoughts, he could easily sink into reliving the sensations of war. "I see. I'll also keep an eye on him, and it would only be appropriate if I speak to him once this occurs again. For now, there is something you can do."

"What is it?"

"When I came home, your mother told you to talk to me, since she was too sick to leave her bed. You might not remember, but you did help. You pointed out when I was lethargic, when my attention was drifting during practice. Perhaps, that's also what Himura-san needs at the moment, to be reminded that he has people who care for his well-being."

"I think so too. You're right, I'll make sure Kenshin isn't alone."

It's true that he needs support, but it can't be just the two of them by themselves! He hastily added. "Include Yahiko, and Sagara-san, if you can."

Kaoru looked affronted. "Well, of course, that was what I meant." She stood once more, and stepped out into the hallway. "Anyway, thank you, Otou-san. And good night, so go to bed soon."

"Alright, I will." He gave a slight smile, and that was the end of their conversation. Then, he returned to his paperwork, and summoned the remainder of his energy. He felt only relief when at last, he blew out the candle.

The following morning, he woke to dim sunlight on his face. It was definitely later than usual, but it was the weekend. The others must have remembered and let him sleep in, because when he emerged from his room, his breakfast was waiting on the table. His hand was sore from strain, and he flexed his fingers, one by one, before picking up his chopsticks.

It had been a while, since he had eaten a meal alone. He could hear faint voices from the dojo, indicating that his daughter and Yahiko had begun lessons. However, it wasn't the same as sitting with everyone in person. He carried his dishes to the kitchen and headed for the porch.

The fresh air was pleasant, and the maple tree had new green leaves. From the doorway, he could hear Kaoru, telling Yahiko that he had performed the last kata well, but that he needed to be less hasty. And Himura was in the yard, hanging blankets on the clothesline.

"Good morning, Himura-san." Koshijiro called out to him.

He startled, turning around. "Kamiya-san…good morning. This one assumes that you've finished eating?"

"Yes, I have." He sat on the edge of the porch. "A good meal is always appreciated. Kaoru and Yahiko can also attest to that. You've been here three months, after all." He cleared his throat…and he didn't know what else to say.

Whenever he talked with Himura alone, the conversation usually revolved around three subjects: Kaoru, Yahiko, and the weather. He wasn't keen on bringing up their shared war experiences, and most likely, Himura wasn't eager to share either. However…he had to plant the idea that Himura could speak to any of them, if his memories resurfaced while Koshijiro was at the station.

"I suppose I should say 'thank you'. You may be a boarder in name, but no other boarder has treated this house like a home." At that, Himura blinked, and Koshijiro continued. "It's why Kaoru trusts you and Yahiko respects you. You're important to them, as I'm sure they are to you, and that closeness is what makes a good meal enjoyable."

Himura didn't respond right away. He looked deep in thought, and finally, he said. "This one has cherished his time in this dojo. Kaoru-dono, Yahiko, and Sano, as well as you and Megumi-dono, have made every day enjoyable. This one wonders if it is selfish of this one, to accept such kindness."

Koshijiro recognized that feeling: a lingering guilt, born from of the sacrifices of other people. It wasn't surprising that such a feeling was intensified in Himura, and overcoming it was a gradual, difficult process. And that was often without progress. "It takes time to heal, but I hope you remember that we will not go anywhere, if you need us." He could only say that, and Himura silently inclined his head.

After a pause, Koshijiro rose to his feet. "Now, I need to return to my paperwork. Please let me know, if there's anything of note." He stiffly nodded and left, without looking back.

If he had to be honest, he felt awkward the entire time. The weather really was a better topic than emotions.

The following Monday, they received a letter from Maekawa, and it was read aloud over breakfast. He was healing, but he had not recovered his full strength yet and was requesting for Kaoru to help his students later in the week.

Kaoru refolded the paper, nodding. "I'd like to see them too. Yahiko, Kenshin, you're coming with me."

"We are?" Yahiko griped.

"Oro? This one as well?"

"Of course, it'd be fun. But if you'd rather be alone, I won't stop you."

Himura paused for a moment. "No, this one will go with you."

"Really? Thank you!" She beamed, and her happiness was infectious, for he returned her smile. Then, Kaoru turned to Koshijiro. "Sorry, Otou-san, I know you have work."

"It can't be helped, with the number of cases. Please, greet everyone there for me."

On the day of, he almost believed he could join them, but the previous evening's arrests quashed that possibility. It was close to sunset, when the last report had been filed and the rookie officers gave a collective cheer. Koshijiro didn't have the voice to celebrate. As he was leaving, he nearly bumped into Fujita and pivoted away at the last second. "Excuse me."

"Not a problem." The assistant chief inspector gave a thin smile in response.

"If I may ask, what happened to your shikomizue?" Chief Uramura had prepared a sword, concealed as a cane, for Fujita to use in place of the katana. However, it was not on his back.

"Ah, the handle had splintered, so I sent it off to be fixed."

"That's unfortunate."

"I assure you, I'm not disappointed. I prefer true Japanese swords." His smile widened. "But I know that you disagree. You believe the sword can protect life. It's a poisonous way of thinking, you could never deliver justice with that mindset."

"That's your opinion." Koshijiro shortly replied. His right palm stung, and he realized he was clenching a fist, his fingernails embedded in his skin. "And as long as neither of our opinions interfere with police work, it's unnecessary to have a debate."

He walked away, heading for home. He was weary, his neck and shoulder ached, and he needed to rest for a while. It was stress, he recognized as much, and a break was the only cure.

Quietly, Koshijiro let himself through the gate, pushing it closed with his foot. Light shone from within the house, and the intensity made him blink. How many candles were they using? With his brow furrowed, he removed his shoes and announced. "I'm home."

There was no answer at first, before Yahiko emerged from the kitchen, carrying a basin of water. He must have been using all of his effort not to spill a drop, for his greeting was more of an exhaled huff. "Hey, Kamiya-san."

He stepped out of the boy's way. "What's going on?"

"Sano was attacked; we just found him lying in the dojo, bleeding."

Takani's voice suddenly called out from the hallway. "Yahiko! I need that water!"

"Megumi ran into us earlier, so she's treating him now. Come on, do you want to see him?"

"Yes, I do."

He followed Yahiko, to the guest room. The first thing he noticed was Sagara's jacket, bloody and crumpled and tossed aside near the wall. Sagara himself was lying motionless on a blanket, and Takani was leaning over his right shoulder, where the wound likely was. It was very warm and bright, yet Kaoru was lighting another candle.

"Is that better?"

"For now, yes." Takani said. "Ah, Yahiko, is that you? Bring the water over here."

"Okay." He seemed to be at his limit, and released a loud sigh when he set the basin down.

Koshijiro chose that moment to speak. "Should Sagara-san be taken to the hospital?"

"Otou-san?" Kaoru looked up at him. "No, Kenshin said not to, because we don't know who attacked him. It's better if he doesn't leave our sight."

"And I'm capable of treating him." Takani added. "The wound looks clean, and keeping it that way is best done outside of a hospital. That is, if you don't mind having him here."

"No, it's not a problem." Koshijiro nodded at Sagara. "Please, take care of him."

"I'll do my best." Her face was very grave, and they quietly exited the room.

Kaoru kept walking towards the kitchen, her hands on her hips. "I'll make dinner, we all need to eat."

"Are you sure?" Yahiko's forehead creased, as he ran after her. "I can ask Kenshin…ow!"

She had grabbed his ear. "No, we should leave him alone right now. And what's wrong with my cooking?"

"Well, it hasn't gotten any better!"

"Then, you can help." Koshijiro suggested, to his chagrin.

Ochazuke was the quickest option. After they brought the steaming teapot and bowls of leftover rice to the table, he finally ventured. "Where is Himura-san?"

"He's in the dojo, but…" For a moment, there was only the sound of pouring green tea, as Kaoru swallowed to regain her voice. "At Maekawa-sensei's place, he was alright, but when we were about to leave, he was listless again. He talked about the past, more than I've ever heard before."

"Yeah, he fought the Shinsengumi." Yahiko popped a stolen clump of rice into his mouth. "It sounds like he really respected them."

"I'm glad that he opened up to us, but since we came home and found Sano, he's been thinking about something. He looks so serious. I should check on him again, in case he's hungry." She quickly excused herself. Yahiko set aside a bowl for Takani, and the steam rose in faint wisps.

At length, Koshijiro asked. "Do you think Himura-san is fine?"

"I don't know." Yahiko shrugged. "But when I saw him, he was looking at the medicine box and the hole in the wall."

"Hole in the wall?"

"Er…yeah, the dojo got busted again."

"This is the third time in as many months."

"Uh-huh."

Koshijiro sighed. The carpenter was going to be very pleased. "And what's this about a medicine box?"

"It was in the dojo, and Kenshin said not to touch it, although he was staring at the emblem." Yahiko drew it in the air with one finger, a circle with a hat-like symbol above it. "Do you know what it means?"

"I'm not sure. It doesn't seem like any of the family crests I'm aware of, but I can look into it."

"It's a good thing that you work with the police, huh?"

Then, Kaoru entered, Himura in her wake. "Don't worry about the wall, we'll have it repaired soon. Anyway, we have ochazuke."

Himura's expression was taut, as he took a seat at the table. He wrapped his hands around the warm bowl before him; he hadn't made a sound the entire time. Abruptly, his eyes widened in realization of his surroundings. "This one-"

"No, don't apologize." Kaoru firmly said. "It's been a long day for all of us. You're only human, Kenshin, so don't feel sorry, okay? Now, let's eat."

"…yes."

They ate in silence, until Takani emerged two hours later, exhausted but satisfied that Sagara's wounds had been cleaned and bandaged. She didn't even mind the cold tea and rice, and between mouthfuls, she brought up the idea of watching over Sagara in shifts, until he was conscious.

Koshijiro's turn was just after midnight. Sagara had been given a blanket, and it was pulled up to his chin. The beginning of a bruise was darkening on his jaw. Each breath was shallow, almost uncertain. Sagara had extensive fighting experience; who would be formidable enough to catch him off guard and overpower him?

Furthermore, how did they know to find him here?

He did not like the implications.

After three days, Sagara was still out of commission. This morning, he was awake long enough to accept water and medicine, but he fell asleep before Koshijiro had the chance to question him.

"Well, sleep is good for recovery." Takani appeared to be nonplussed, yet her eyes remained concerned and she fiddled with her chopsticks. "Meanwhile, let's continue to watch him at night."

However, Koshijiro hoped it wouldn't be for much longer. He had told Yahiko he would look into the medicine box's emblem, but Fujita had suddenly increased his paperwork, enough to keep him occupied throughout working hours.

He finished his breakfast, preparing to leave for the station when his daughter said. "Otou-san, if you wait five more minutes, I can prepare a bento box."

"No, that's not necessary. I plan to be home for lunch."

He hadn't done so for some time, and her face lit up. "Really? Okay then, see you later."

Himura added. "And please, lock the gate behind you, Kamiya-dono."

"Of course. Is there a reason for the reminder?"

"This one believes the person who attacked Sano will return. He would be tall, and dressed like a medicine peddler. He might also smell of alcohol too; that is, if he has not changed in the past ten years…" He trailed off.

"You're thinking of someone in particular?"

"Only a possibility." He hesitated. "This one is not even sure if he is still alive."

Koshijiro mulled it over. "Still, I'll lock the gate, to be safe. I'll also stop by the Akabeko, to notify Yahiko." He had left earlier, to assist at the restaurant for the morning.

The boy was sweeping the road in front, and Koshijiro paused to mention the locking of the gate. In response, he curtly nodded. "Got it." Then, he smacked his own forehead in dismay. "Crap, I have to get more charcoal, Tae's gonna kill me. See ya, Kamiya-san!" He was off again before Koshijiro could say another word. Regardless, he also needed to arrive at his workplace, and without sparing another glance, he continued on his path.

At the station, Fujita was waiting for him, a cigarette between his teeth. "It's busy for you today, Kamiya." He dropped a thick stack of reports, ready to be filed, onto Koshijiro's desk. "These take priority, and I expect them to be finished as soon as possible."

He tried to maintain a neutral expression. Before the loss of his arm, he had never been this busy. To be fair, it was because field work had different demands. He was grateful to be involved in administrative duties, but…he still wanted to sit down and eat with his family.

…Family?

Before he could dissect why that specific word had surfaced in his mind, Fujita continued. "Do you have a problem with that, Kamiya?"

He snapped back to attention. "No. I'll have them completed."

"Good." Smoke billowed out of the side of his mouth, and the smell of tobacco lingered after he strolled out.

After that, Koshijiro lost track of time, solely focusing on each report. The minutes bled into hours, until a shadow cast over his desk. He lifted his eyes, to see his officers grimacing at the tower of remaining papers.

"Are you okay with this, Kamiya-san?"

"Of course he's not, look at how his hand is shaking."

"Fujita's an asshole."

"It must be harassment. Kamiya-san, can't you give us a report or two?"

It must have been the lack of sleep getting to him, because he relented. "Each of you may take one. Go ahead."

Hands scrambled, and after the fray subsided, the pile was significantly smaller. He could spare time for lunch at home and complete the rest afterwards. Fujita left to patrol at noon, so he definitely wouldn't protest if Koshijiro left at half past one o'clock. Nevertheless, he still walked carefully, just in case the assistant chief inspector had changed his normal routine and was lurking outside the station.

The familiar gate soon towered above him, and he noticed it was unlocked as he stepped through. He locked it again, knitting his eyebrows. Had an intruder entered? He didn't have a weapon on him, so instead, he made his way to the dojo. As he drew closer, he heard his daughter's voice.

"Alright then, but there's water and tea if you're thirsty." Then, she suddenly appeared, emerging from the dojo. She glanced up. "Ack! Otou-san, you scared me."

"I'm sorry. I was concerned, because the gate was unlocked."

"Is it? That's my fault." Her smile was strained and he knew something was wrong. "But your coworker's here, to help keep us safe. He was patrolling nearby, and he offered to keep watch."

"That's a kind offer, but he should maintain his post. I'll speak to him." He opened the sliding door, to see a figure sitting on the floor. A figure he hadn't expected to see.

"Officer Kamiya?" Fujita also blinked in surprise, before giving that unsettling, unnatural smile again. "Finished those reports already?"

"I'm taking a break for lunch. I assumed you were as well, but there are no soba shops around here."

The smile tightened. "I was telling your daughter that a dangerous gang is looking for your boarder, Himura-san. I'll stand guard until he safely returns."

"I wasn't aware he was in trouble." Koshijiro slowly said. "Regardless, thank you but I believe we'll be fine."

"With two women, one child, and an unconscious person? Not to mention, you only have one arm."

It was the first time his disability had been referred to so disparagingly, and Koshijiro decided he hated Fujita's guts. He clenched his hand into a fist.

Kaoru spoke up, her voice calm. "Fujita-san, we don't want to disrupt your work. Once Kenshin returns, you're free to go. That's all. Now, Otou-san, you can have lunch. Yahiko and I already ate, so I sent him to get more tofu. Maybe, Kenshin will be with him too." She steered him away, whispering. "I don't like him either, but he's your boss, right? We probably shouldn't make him mad."

"I feel as if I already have, with the amount of work he's given me." He sighed.

"Well, food will cheer you up. It's good, Kenshin cooked it before he left on an errand."

"What errand?"

"I don't know!" She threw her hands up in exasperation. "Yahiko said he received a letter, but it's not from a woman. It can't be, so just forget it, we'll ask when he comes home. I'll wait by the gate, so I can let them in." She stomped off, leaving Koshijiro to enter the house alone.

Takani was eating, and she acknowledged him with a curt nod. He sat down at his place, where miso, grilled fish, and pickled vegetables awaited. After murmuring thanks, he inquired. "How is Sagara?"

She shrugged. "Asleep again. The next time he wakes up, it had better be for more than ten minutes or I'll bury him myself." She was clearly worn out.

"Please, don't push yourself." He said. "There are plenty of blankets and pillows, if you'd like to rest for an hour."

"I know." She didn't dismiss the idea, so it was likely that she would. The rest of the meal was spent in silence, before Takani excused herself to return to Sagara's bedside.

"I'm back." Yahiko brought in the full tofu bucket. His shoulders slumped a little at the sight of the empty kitchen. "Do you think the gang found Kenshin first?"

Koshijiro placed one hand on the table and stood. "If there is a gang, they would have divided their numbers. I would have expected some men to be here, if that were the case."

"So is Fujita-san wrong?"

"I can only find out by questioning him. Meanwhile, you shouldn't leave the house again."

At the gravity of his tone, the boy gulped. "Yeah, got it. I'll go to Sano's room and, uh, read a book or something…" He hardly read, but Koshijiro felt a little reassured as he walked to the dojo.

It was obvious that Fujita had once been a swordsman. He was sitting on his heels, his posture straight and immobile, as he properly faced the front of the space. "I admit, you designed it well. There's plenty of room to play."

For his own sanity, Koshijiro ignored the jab. "You were cleared to carry your katana?"

"Fortunately, yes. It's more suited to me than a sword-cane or a Western saber." He smiled at the sheathed blade, and it was a strangely fond expression. "Only a Japanese sword can deliver justice."

"And the law has deemed that the police cannot carry them. Regardless of that, I was thinking about the gang. Do we know who they are, and whether they have any history with Himura-san?"

"I assume it's a small group, around ten men or fewer. That was indicated by a few vague letters, sent from different addresses and pieced together from newspaper cuttings. As for any history, who knows? There was a war ten years ago, many people have complaints."

"Then, why are they so dangerous? Were the letters that threatening?"

"Enough to be concerning."

"And if they're genuine, why aren't our officers making arrests?"

"I've visited the addresses, and the gang members appear to have moved. Instead of wasting time on a search, it would be vastly more efficient to lie in wait for them." His voice was impatient. On edge. "Speaking of efficiency, don't you have other responsibilities? Your break's over. Return to the station."

He was about to reply, when Kaoru approached. "Otou-san? Is it really safe for you to leave?"

He spoke carefully. "I didn't encounter anyone on the way here, but if you would feel better if I stayed-"

Fujita interrupted. "If you thought I was making a request, you're wrong. You have work to do." Was it a trick of the light, or were his eyes more shadowed? More sinister?

"Otou-san-"

"It's fine, Kaoru. Clearly, the assistant chief inspector believes he can handle this matter." Also, there was one benefit to returning to work. He could search through Fujita's desk for the letters. It wouldn't be inappropriate; this matter concerned his home and the security of its residents. If he had to pay the consequences, so be it. He clasped his daughter's shoulder, promising. "I'll be home by sunset."

She still looked troubled, but she exhaled. "Okay. I'll see you later."

Reluctantly, he departed. The sky was covered with silver clouds, darkening to gray near the horizon. Whether there would be rain or not, it was difficult to tell.

Halfway down the road, he heard a voice call out. "Kamiya-san!" Koshijiro turned his head to see Officer Shinichi crossing the street in four strides. He had been running, he needed to catch his breath before managing to relay his message. "Oh, good, I'm glad I caught you. Chief Uramura is requesting that you return to the station immediately. There's a visitor who wants to speak with you."

Koshijiro frowned. "Who is it?"

"I wasn't told, only that you need to go back as quickly as possible."

"Then, the sooner we arrive, the sooner it will end." He would have to check Fujita's desk afterwards.

Shinichi led him to the chief's office, but it was empty. "The chief must be with the visitor, I'll try and find them. You can sit down." With a hasty salute, he hurried off. Koshijiro occupied one of the plush Western couches. Past the door, muffled footsteps grew louder and softer at intervals.

Dim light streamed in from the glass windowpanes, onto his hand. He stared at his callused palm and fingers, the short nails recently trimmed with Kaoru's help. No, he didn't feel weak, not when his own skin embodied a lifetime of perseverance.

Twenty minutes passed; there was no update from Shinichi. After twenty more minutes, he decided it had been long enough already. He could slip out for a while and attempt to find the letters. Without deliberating any further, he went to the door and turned the knob.

Hm? It didn't budge, and he twisted harder, to no avail. Had someone locked the door?

He rapped the wood with his knuckles. "Hello? Is anyone out there?" There was only silence. He continued to knock, proceeding to bang his fist against the door. With each hit, his alarm grew.

It could have been an honest mistake, but what if there was no visitor and Shinichi had delivered a false message? What if he had been lured here?

Koshijiro paused and looked over the room. From what he remembered, the left window was jammed and couldn't be opened. He tried the right but the lock only budged halfway. He peered downwards, at the streets below. His gaze met two hats, belonging to its respective officers standing guard at the entrance.

With a tired sigh, he sat again to contemplate the situation. The initial panic had subsided, and he shifted his thoughts to who could have possibly planned this. Fujita, definitely. He had been too eager to shoo Koshijiro out of the dojo. But he had to have an accomplice, at least one, at the station. He doubted it was Shinichi, he was too honest.

Someone of high rank then, who could order Shinichi. It can't be Chief Uramura; he wouldn't sacrifice his space unless he was here to distract me. That means whoever it is, the accomplice must be distracting the chief. And whoever locked the door…a second accomplice. But why go to such lengths?

As Fujita had pointed out, Koshijiro wasn't much of a threat. But what if that was the purpose, to keep him away…to get to someone else? Sagara's wounds had come from a sword. Fujita had recently broken his shikomizue. Damn it, Fujita could have been the attacker all along! And he had his katana.

His daughter and everyone else was in danger. He needed to get out. Now.

He eyed the window again. It couldn't be opened…at least, not with the lock. He glanced at the coat rack. Sturdy and tall, it resembled the sodegarami, the man-catching tool he had used until ten years ago. He walked over and grasped it. It was heavier than he expected, but he could tuck it under his arm and guide it with his hand. He made sure the path to the window was clear, and then, he readied himself into position. He aimed the end of the coat rack towards the glass. With a running start, he could break the glass and alert the officers guarding the front door. Of course, he would pay for the damage to the window. It would most likely come out of his salary.

Nevertheless, three, two, one…!

He charged.

Then, the door swung open. "Officer Kamiya?"

Koshijiro stumbled at the chief's voice, stopping short of the window, but he managed to lower the coat rack and set it upright. Sweat rolled down his forehead, but he snapped to attention, turning and straightening his posture. The chief blinked in puzzlement and asked. "What are you doing?"

He explained, as calmly as he could. "I believe that I was locked inside your office by mistake. I have been waiting for almost an hour, and I concluded that no help was arriving. I apologize for my impatience."

"No, it's perfectly alright. It's strange, it shouldn't have been locked. Well, sorry about the delay, but I was giving our very important guest a tour of the building." The chief ushered in a figure, and Koshijiro braced himself to see the face of Fujita's accomplice. He did not recognize the man. The guest had a full mustache and beard; he wore his coat over a Western suit.

"This is the minister of the Department of Internal Affairs, Okubo Toshimichi." The chief introduced him. That name was certainly memorable; Okubo was one of the most prominent figures in the country, the last of the three men who led the Ishin Shishi.

"Minister Okubo." Koshijiro bowed deeply. "It is an honor to meet you."

"Please, stand up. The honor is mine, to meet a veteran of both Toba Fushimi and Satsuma." His clear gaze was directed at Koshijiro's face, instead of his armless sleeve.

"Ah…yes." He maintained a respectful demeanor, but his mind was still racing. An official of Okubo's standing would fit the criteria of Fujita's accomplice. As for the second…

The chief then added. "Commissioner Kawaji, we're here." Another man entered the office. He was short of stature and balding, but Koshijiro remembered him from a few police ceremonies. He had to be the second accomplice.

Okubo spoke again. "I'd like to have a word alone with Kamiya-san."

Without even questioning how odd that was, the chief was already in the hallway and closing the door. "Of course!"

Koshijiro subtly took a step towards the coat rack and window.

If Okubo noticed, he didn't mention it and instead continued. "I apologize for keeping you waiting, the tour was a last minute change. I had intended to meet you at half past one, because I was told that you would definitely be here for the entirety of the day."

"Saito-san usually has good information." Kawaji muttered. "He must have made a rare mistake."

"We had to switch to the secondary plan anyway, I did not want to deny the commissioner of his tour." Okubo pressed his fingertips together. "But I wanted to speak with you directly, Kamiya-san. You've housed a wandering swordsman named Himura Kenshin, for the past three months. How has he fared?"

Koshijiro frowned. Was Okubo cornering him, just to ask about a former Ishin Shishi soldier? "He's been a good boarder. Other than…I have no complaints that would concern you." He exhaled. "I'm sorry, but would it be possible for us to meet again?"

"The minister is very busy." Kawaji said. "We have been planning this for some time."

"Well, perhaps, I should have been notified."

"How rude! Is something irritating you, Kamiya-san?"

"Yes, and with every second, I'm more certain that both of you have a hand in it."

Kawaji's expression contorted in anger, but Okubo lifted a hand. "No, I understand. Kawaji, what is the time now?"

"Fifteen minutes past three."

"Then, Saito-san should have fulfilled his task by now. Let's go."

Koshijiro struggled for patience, but he found that he had none left. He was exhausted and worried and sick of the deception. "I'm not. I'm going home, I've had enough of these games."

They exchanged glances, and Okubo slowly said. "It would be best if we talk in the carriage. I promise you, we will take you home first. Consider it an apology."

"I'll accept." He trailed the two of them, as they headed out to the road. A horse-drawn carriage was waiting, and Koshijiro silently stepped within.

While the carriage swayed and the buildings moved past, Okubo began to explain. "Your new assistant chief inspector, Fujita Goro, was sent to the station on my orders. His current objective is to evaluate Himura-san's abilities in countering a certain threat."

"And in doing so, he made a mistake and injured the wrong person. Since then, that person has not been conscious for more than an hour a day."

"No, it wasn't a mistake. He is very deliberate, that's one of his strong points. I admit, that was extreme, but he must have intended to draw Himura-san's attention. And his ire."

"You want the assassin who worked for you ten years ago." He realized. "Who do you want to kill?"

"That's classified." Kawaji automatically replied.

"The government can conscript any number of men. It did so for the rebellion in Satsuma, only last year. What kind of threat is it, that you would go to such lengths for one man?"

"Kamiya-san, that's enough!"

He leaned back in his seat. "I assume that you know what happened to our last assistant chief inspector. He was not forthcoming with us and it resulted in betrayal. Forgive me, if I am overreacting to secrecy."

A long pause followed. Outside, the scenery became more familiar, drawing closer to the Kamiya dojo.

Okubo stroked his beard. "It is classified information, and I would rather disclose it only once. You don't have to wait any longer; we've arrived."

Koshijiro dismounted first, calling out for his daughter to allow them in. "Kaoru!"

But it was Yahiko who opened the gate, his eyes wide. "Kamiya-san. Come on! We gotta stop them!" As he led the way to the dojo, he was trembling slightly, and Koshijiro laid a hand on his shoulder to steady him.

The distinct sound of metal on metal reached his ears. Kawaji pushed past, sprinting into the dojo and shouting. "Stop!"

At the same time, a scream of distress split the air. It sounded like Kaoru, and Koshijiro hurried to join the scene. He found her first, kneeling on the ground and clutching herself. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she was unharmed. Standing near her with anxious expressions, Takani was supporting a now fully conscious Sagara. And then, in the middle of the floor, Fujita and Himura had halted mid-step, their swords drawn. Both were bloodied, Fujita's forehead and Himura's right shoulder in particularly bad shape.

"Come to your senses, Saito. Your mission was to test the abilities of Hitokiri Battousai." The commissioner scolded.

Fujita must have been a pseudonym, because he answered. "…I was almost enjoying myself. You shouldn't have interfered."

Now, Okubo stepped forward. "I understand your pride, as a former captain of the Shinsengumi. But neither you nor Himura-san can afford to risk your lives here.

"So you were the one pulling the strings," Himura lifted his head, and his gaze was cold. "Okubo-dono."

Okubo gave a wry smile. "I apologize for the rough treatment, but we desperately needed to know how strong you are. I hope you will hear me out."

"Yes, and you will hold nothing back."

It seemed to be Fujita's cue to exit, because he grabbed his coat and headed for the door. "Mission report. Himura Kenshin is of no use to us, but Himura Battousai has potential. That's all." The commissioner didn't appear pleased with the brevity, but he brushed it off.

Koshijiro seized the opportunity to remark. "So, you needed me out of the house, in order to fight Himura-san."

Fujita scoffed. "You look like the kind of person who interferes, so I sought to distract you with paperwork. I should have never let you return to the dojo. You're a stubborn one, that's something I'll remember. And by the way, if anyone asks why I was gone, I was patrolling the streets around here."

"You're telling me to withhold information from my colleagues, and so soon after the last assistant chief inspector destroyed our trust." He bluntly said.

"That's correct." Fujita was just as forthright. "Because none of them can be trusted with a threat to national security. And if that's all, I'm leaving." He tossed his coat over his shoulder, and walked away. Koshijiro was too glad to see him go.

Okubo beckoned to Himura. "Come then, the carriage is still outside."

"You must be…" Himura was about to make a retort, but instead, he trailed off. Then, he drove his fist between his eyes. As his knuckles came away bloody, he deeply inhaled. "This matter does not involve only this one. We will all hear what you have to say."

Kaoru ran to him. "But first, we need to tend to your wounds. The blood hasn't stopped yet…"

"Don't touch them!" Takani warned and began to direct instructions to cleanse and bind the wounds. Himura was ushered to the bathhouse, Yahiko in tow to help.

In the kitchen, there was leftover tea, and Koshijiro poured some into a cup. The hot drink did very little to reduce the fury pumping through his veins. He paced back and forth, to try and curb the energy. At one point, Sagara entered but upon seeing Koshijiro, he declared. "Ah! I gotta take my medicine." He pivoted, reversing his tracks.

After a while, the kitchen was too cramped, and he went outside. His daughter was washing Himura's bloodied gi. Her figure seemed purposefully small, her chin tucked and her elbows drawn in.

Koshijiro knelt next to her. "Kaoru?"

"I-I'm fine." She briefly pressed her sleeve to her puffy eyes.

"It's over."

"I know." Her voice broke. "But I couldn't do anything to stop Kenshin."

"You didn't have to, don't blame yourself."

"My voice couldn't reach him. He was too far gone, lost in the past."

"You should rest. The gi can wait." He reached for her hands, but she jerked away.

"This is what I can do for him now. I don't want to give up." She kept turning the gi in the water, her eyes forced open to prevent any more tears forming. "That's it."

As much as he wanted to ease her pain, he realized he couldn't comfort her. But the sooner the troublemakers left, the better off they'd all be. "I'm going to clean the dojo, so don't worry about that."

"Okay."

He returned inside to retrieve a few old cloths, the threads beginning to come apart at the edges. He passed the kitchen, noticing that Takani was measuring rice in a clay pot. She was murmuring to herself. "With the two of them and the carriage driver, that's three more plates. Nine in total."

He spoke up. "Don't go to such lengths. They're not our guests. Guests would have announced themselves."

Takani craned her head to look at him, blinking. "Well, I suppose…"

His heavy footsteps continued. He located the bucket of soapy water used to clean the dojo's floor, and tossed the rags into the frothy liquid. The sliding door was slightly ajar and he used his foot to fully open it. Ignoring the presence of the minister and the commissioner, he squeezed out the excess water in the cloths. But their whispers floated over to him.

"Minister Okubo, we're short on time."

"We don't have a choice. There's nothing we need more than Himura-san's strength."

Koshijiro threw the rag in his hand onto the floor, and it landed with a wet splat. "Both of you, I need you out."

"This is the only private area, we can't discuss-"

He abruptly shut up, as Koshijiro stood to face him, thunder in his expression. "Right now, I'm very angry. Because of your deception, everyone is distressed. You only care about Himura-san's strength, but he has been hurt, and blood was shed in the dojo. This place is meant to teach. If you have any respect, you will sit on the porch until I am finished cleaning. If you feel you can't talk, then don't. Be quiet."

Okubo stared at him for a moment, before inclining his head. "Kawaji, the porch is this way." The commissioner flashed one last affronted look at Koshijiro, but they acquiesced.

He scrubbed at the splattered blood, some of it on the walls. By the time he was finished, night had fallen, and the water had turned crimson. As he washed out the bucket, Kaoru approached him.

"Otou-san? Is it okay if we can talk in the dojo? The minister's asking."

"It's fine." Cleaning the dojo had served to calm his temper, for the most part.

They filed in, sitting in a semicircle to face the minister and commissioner. Himura had a bandage on his unscarred cheek and he guarded his right side, the bandages covered by a fresh, dark gray gi.

"I'll be brief." Okubo began. "Himura, Shishio is plotting rebellion in Kyoto."

"And who's that?" Sagara interjected.

"He was this one's successor." Himura answered. "When this one was assigned to fight openly against the Shinsengumi, Shishio Makoto became the next hitokiri. He was another member of the Ishin Shishi, from Choshuu. Very few knew he existed, even this one has never seen him. But this one heard that he died ten years ago, in the Boshin War."

Okubo did not reply, and Himura interpreted his silence. "So, he was not killed in battle, but executed by the Ishin Shishi."

"At that time, we didn't have a choice. His skill and wits were almost equal to yours, but he had cunning and a longing for power. He didn't care for his comrades. If the public found out about his assassinations, it would threaten the Meiji government. He couldn't continue to live. Oil was even poured over his corpse and burned."

"Well, that didn't work." Sagara sarcastically said, and the commissioner glared at him.

"Watch your mouth! And this is a serious matter! Shishio's formed an army of bloodthirsty fighters and war-loving merchants. He wants to take his revenge upon this country, by creating another civil war."

Okubo added. "All the troops we've sent have been obliterated. You are our last hope. For the sake of the people, Himura, please go to Kyoto once again."

"In other words," It was Kaoru's turn to speak up. "You're asking Kenshin to kill Shishio Makoto."

"…Yes, that is what we're asking."

Kawaji elaborated. "Of course, he will be amply rewarded and we can adjust some things on our end. For example, this woman is Takani Megumi, suspected to have manufactured the highly addictive Spider's Web opium. We can make that suspicion disappear."

Takani slapped her hand on the floor. "If you'll use me to blackmail Ken-san, I'd rather be executed."

"And it was your dirty dealings that started this mess." Sagara darkly said. "You want Kenshin to cover your own asses! Kenshin's chosen to live without killing. I won't stand by and watch you drag him into this. Screw the government! All that matters is the peace and safety of the people!"

A vein bulged in Kawaji's temple as he pulled Sagara's collar. "If Shishio succeeds, we won't have that either, you fool! If you don't shut up, I'll arrest you!"

"I'd like to see you try!" Sagara taunted, and grabbed the commissioner in turn.

Yahiko sighed. "The only thing I get is that if Kenshin hadn't disappeared, you guys would've killed him too. You only kill people when it suits you, that's pathetic." That was true, and silently, Kawaji released Sagara, who made a rude hand gesture.

Kaoru folded her hands in her lap, her steady gaze on the minister. "Okubo-san, I understand that you need Hitokiri Battousai, but that isn't Kenshin, not anymore. We will never allow Kenshin to go to Kyoto."

"That's outrageous!" Kawaji then turned to Koshijiro. "Please, Kamiya-san. You know what's at stake, you sided with this government."

But they didn't know. They didn't know the reason why he fought, what had convinced him to join their side, and after ten years, they had lost sight of that reason.

Koshijiro squarely looked at Okubo. "That war is finished. Himura-san fulfilled his duties to you then. If the government needs an assassin, they won't find one here."

The commissioner's temper flared, and he spat. "You're a fool, just like everyone else here!"

Okubo disagreed. "Quiet, Kawaji. I understand, Kamiya-san. Investing in the Meiji era has required much sacrifice on your part. The same goes for you." He glanced at Himura. "This is a decision too important to make in one night. I'll come to see you in a week, on May 14th. I'll expect a good answer then." He drew his coat around him and at last, he returned to his carriage with the commissioner.

"Stubborn bastards." Sagara stalked off. "Good riddance! Let's eat already, I'm starving."

"Your appetite's a good sign, but you'll regret it if you overeat." Takani warned.

Dinner was spent in silence, except for the noises of their utensils. Although it was still relatively early, everyone was generally eager to go to bed. Koshijiro was about to retire, but as he was closing the door, Himura suddenly peered through the gap.

"Can this one speak with you?"

"…alright." He allowed the redhead in, feeling a little awkward.

Himura took a single step from the door, before he knelt and bowed his head. "This one apologizes, for the trouble he caused today."

"If anyone needs to apologize, it would be Minister Okubo and Commissioner Kawaji." When he didn't react, Koshijiro continued. "They think highly of your skill with the sword, but you weren't moved."

"This one was not born to a samurai family, he was taught the sword by his master. When the people were suffering, this one saw and wanted to help." He mulled over his words. "Minister Okubo and the commissioner are not wrong, to believe that this one would help again. But Saito had already drawn his sword, and this one succumbed to anger."

"First of all, it was a terrible plan, if they were trying to negotiate with you. The minister did not consider your will. This week, we'll do our best to protect you from being exploited. Your decision is what matters." He studied Himura's expression. "You look like you want to say something else."

After a second, he nodded. "Kamiya-dono, you're a respected officer and a veteran twice over. More than anyone else in this house, you would understand why they asked for this one, yet you took this one's side. Why?"

If Koshijiro closed his eyes, he could remember many things. The crash of water against the riverbanks. The violent slap of a hand across his cheek. And faintest of all, a soft humming.

"It's for the same reason why I fought in the Bakumatsu. I wanted to build a world in which people could be respected, from birth to death. A world that was not so rigid in who deserved certain treatment, who decided what privileges were given. The transition has not been perfect, but I still believe that a person should decide how they want to live. That includes you." He gruffly added.

"…thank you, Kamiya-dono."

There was a faint rustle, and Himura turned his head towards the door. "Yes?"

A long pause followed, before Kaoru entered. "Um, don't mind me, I was checking the corners for dust. Don't worry, they're all clean." She gave a little laugh, as her cheeks grew pink.

At this angle, Himura's face couldn't be seen, but the younger man's tone was markedly light. "Then, that's good."

Koshijiro cleared his throat. "While you're both here, let Takani and Sagara know that the five of us should meet tomorrow. I'd like your help in preparing for something."

"What's all this?" Yahiko blinked at the spray of irises and azalea flowers on the table. Koshijiro had chosen those, for the season and how the colors complemented each other. The second addition to their afternoon tea was an array of rice cakes, wrapped in green oak leaves. The unfamiliar sight confused him. "Are we having another party?"

"No, it's a holiday." Kaoru explained. "Haven't you celebrated Boy's Day before?"

"Of course I have." He scratched his head. "My mom usually bought me a skewer of dango. That was about it though…"

"Well," Sagara clapped the boy's shoulder. "We can do a lot more than that today. You're only a kid once. That's why I went out and bought this." With his other hand, he drew out a small carp streamer the length of his forearm. It was probably the cheapest one, but Yahiko's eyes widened.

"Whoa! I can keep this?" He gingerly held onto the streamer, running his fingers over the pale blue scales.

"Yeah, it's yours! We'll fly it outside after we eat."

The rice cakes had been generously filled with red bean paste, and Sagara and Yahiko eagerly tackled their shares. As she tasted hers, Takani straightened her shoulders with pride. "Hm, not bad for my first attempt."

Koshijiro bit into one, and the sweetness filled his mouth. It went well, with the green tea that his daughter had prepared. She pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, tucking it out of the way as she enjoyed the mochi. Sitting next to her, Himura curved his fingers around his cup, closing his eyes at the heat. Despite his injuries, he had still insisted on finding a vase for the flowers.

The wind picked up, just in time for Sagara to tie the carp to the laundry line. It was quickly sent aloft and wriggled as if it were swimming in place.

"The carp is symbolic, because it bravely fights against the current." Koshijiro addressed Yahiko. "I also had one, when I was a boy, and like you, I dreamed of becoming a swordsman. But it is good to cherish the present. Today, we'll celebrate your childhood."

"Oh…thanks. At least, it's only for a day." Despite his bluster, he couldn't seem to resist tapping the carp's tail with a finger.

Himura smiled. "Is the streamer to your liking?"

"Yeah, I guess." But his face broke into a grin. Kaoru noticed and ruffled his hair.

"Geez, be honest. This is fun!"

Yes, this had been a good idea. Watching them, Koshijiro felt content. He didn't know it then, but this was probably the happiest they'd be for many weeks.