A/N: Heeey! How are you lovelies? How has it been? Summer is coming to a slow end but that's alright, it's too slow xD also, my other wrist is in need of surgery now, hurrah, one of the reasons I haven't been writing so much lately, it hurts like a bitch. But, oh well, what to do. I needed to get this out, this is the transitional chapter, as well as a great set-up for what is to come. Do forgive me for not giving you more, not in terms of length, mostly content, but I'm at my limit, it really hurts.
Oh, I almost forgot. To the lovely reviewer who asked if this was a retelling of Lady Tokio, no...and yes. I think it definitely has major influences, but they are distinctly different. I definitely like that other work very much but I am not trying to copy it. I think the vibes are similar in the beginning, maybe, but the similarities stop there. I could be wrong, but I don't think. I don't know, what do you other people think?
Anyway, I love you all very much, thank you for following this story so far, you are wonderful. I hope you like it lovelies.
Hanakotoba is the language of flowers. Lotus flower means: far from the one he loves/chastity/purity. Iris means glad tidings/loyalty.
Timeline: end of February, 1865.
It wasn't every day that Hijikata asked Matsudaira-sama a favour, but there the two men were, sitting opposite each other, first one having lowered his head after a lengthy briefing and then an equally lengthy request. The Aizu-han had taken a most troubled expression, hand on his chin, in deep thought.
"And you are absolutely certain your absence won't cause an issue with the unit?"
"Kondou-sama will not be indisposed this once; but even if he has to head off to some other place, there will be a most capable man to help the unit...Nagakura Shinpachi."
He took a moment before revealing the name on purpose; he knew the effect it was going to have and he saw he was right. The surprise on the man's face was almost palpable. "Not Saitou?"
"Saitou, should you allow it my lord, shall be coming with me." Now the surprise was even more pronounced, as the lord sat better, straighter at the revelation. "It was always going to be me with only one more person; it is quite the clandestine affair after all, two people are enough. Okita, sadly can no longer make long trips, so the only one who's as powerful as him, is Saitou."
"I did hear of his illness from Tokio; is it really so serious?"
"We prefer not to burden him unnecessarily, my lord."
"I see." He considered. "It's a tall order, both you and Saitou gone at the same time..."
"I know, my lord; which is why I am asking this as a favour."
"Tokio's future husband will be arriving in three days; if any complications arise then, who will aid us?"
"The rest are just as capable, my lord." He knew that didn't hold much water though, seeing one of the reasons he needed him was his battle prowess and he was going to use the better argument just as soon as his pause gave the lord the reason to look at him closer. That's when Hijikata raised his head, looked him in the eye and with an almost guilty smile admitted: "besides, knowing that you know of that, isn't it safer, for the groom mostly, to keep Saitou away?"
Matsudaira looked almost scandalised, which caused Hijikata's smirk to turn into a genuine smile. "He would never harm him, but...could you trust he'd do all in his power to save him?" The lord saw his point; he sighed.
"Saitou would never shame his unit," he countered, feebly.
"Indeed; and if his charge was going to be Tokio-san, he'd admirably keep her safe. He'd just conveniently find a reason to excuse himself for the rest and if Saigo died, so be it. It wouldn't be his fault, technically, correct?"
"Indeed," the lord conceded, a heavy sigh escaping from his lips. "How did you find out?"
"Tokio told him when she bid him goodbye for good."
The lord clicked his tongue. "Of course she did."
"Naturally, he told me, too; couldn't keep this secret. Even if I had to follow him around to find out the first one."
The lord laughed. "Don't tell me you ran into them holding hands and kissing by some lake, too?"
"Ah, no; I happened to witness and overhear a conversation that was deemed far too informal for their difference in status."
"Hijikata-san, may I ask, how long have you known of this? How long has it been going on?"
The vice-commander faltered; he didn't know if it would be better or worse to share the truth, but something compelled him to be both honest and not. "I know they pined for each other ever since New Year's in Aizu."
"It's been almost a year already!?"
He nodded sagely; the lord was left thunderstruck. "And to think her family and Ryuusuke are coming for New Year's, too..." He shook his head. "Please, take Saitou and go, as soon as you're ready. I don't mind you can't share the details before this is over, just go and do what you must. I'd hate to have Saitou around at such an emotional time for Tokio; she's weak. She might run off and then Buddha help me."
Although it was obvious the man jested, both people shared a chuckle even, there was a small, creeping doubt in his confidence; what if, he feared deep inside, Tokio did decide to sneak off to meet with Saitou? What if she was caught? What if her future husband found out? Yes, better make Saitou scarce. It was safer for all.
"We are going to leave immediately. I asked him to be prepared, in case you said yes."
"Perfect. Godspeed and be well."
"Thank you my lord. We are going to do our best, rest assured."
A final bow, a shared moment of mutual trust and appreciation and Hijikata was out his door. He headed straight for the stables, where he found Hajime conversing with Nagakura's flame, Ochako. She was laughing boisterously, head thrown back, while Saitou shook his head amused. Hijikata noticed Saitou felt him before seeing him approach but when nothing in his behaviour changed, even if it was obvious why Ochako was there, he decided to tease them both.
"If it isn't Nagakura's favourite maid; what may you be doing here?"
"I caught a glimpse of Saitou-san as he brought your horses here and I simply had to come by; I wanted to hear some stories about my favourite Shinsengumi member."
"I see; and it has nothing to do with that new box I see on his saddle?"
"That box is a gift from my mistress for the both of you; for your journey."
"Oh? Is it food?"
"No, even better: medicine! She saw how you were dressed for the road and presumed you'd be going on a trip and thought she should help."
"And why couldn't she bring it?"
"Because she's a proper lady," Saitou intervened with a half smile, saving Ochako from further interrogation, when he noticed she had started to grow red-faced and a little panicked "what business does she have interacting with simple soldiers such as ourselves, when she obviously has better things to do?"
"R-right," Ochako lamely agreed and after a deep bow and a stifled "excuse me", ran away; the two men exchanged looks and smirks, until Hijikata gave in and actually laughed.
"To think I'd live to see the day where you so unabashedly lie to me...are we sure Tokio isn't hiding in one of those bushes behind you?"
"Yes," he answered through chuckles "I might have mentioned this trip when she told me of her wedding."
"And it all makes sense."
"I assume Matsudaira-sama agreed to allow us both on this journey, hence the good mood?"
"You assume too much; but yes. We're leaving right now."
"I couldn't have asked for more."
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It was only after two weeks into their self-appointed mission that Hajime realised he wasn't going to be spending New Year's Eve with Tokio, or in the capital even. When it dawned on him, he felt...bereft. He had grown so accustomed to having her around for such important events – because he did go long periods of time without seeing her – that it actually made an impact. It'd be him, introducing himself with a false name to people Hijikata knew were the best sources of information. Instead of resting his head in Tokio's lap, he'd have to listen to some old guy brag about his exploits while a geisha or a yujo poured his sake.
What a downgrade.
And he honestly disliked the countryside. Satsuma was no good for him; too many people, not enough rooms to hide himself in, and avoid socialising too much. Also, it was indeed too rural, while he had grown accustomed to...a different type of living.
"Pardon, are you Yamaguchi Jirou?"
An older man wearing a messenger's attire, one he had never seen before appeared right in front of him. He was holding something quite mundane yet at the same time unexpected: a letter. He gave the thing in the guy's hands a quick once over and noticed how the scroll was familiar; messy and too close together—Okita. He almost deflated at the realisation it wasn't Tokio, but at the same time, there was something bulky attached to it and curiosity won out.
He nodded to indicate he had the right man, and he all but shoved it in his arms. Then the muttered something in the lines of "to think they have me working on New Year's, how conceited of them" quite annoyed but still thankful he didn't make all that way for no reason and someone actually took the parcel he was delivering, and left. At the next exact moment, Hijikata had come close to him, inspecting the letter and whatever was attached to it, as fleetingly as he could.
"It's from Okita," Hijikata whispered his assessment "go open it somewhere with no prying eyes."
Saitou had no time to roll his eyes or snap a tired "I know" so he simply did as the man instructed—as he would have done anyway, actually. So, before long, he excused himself and found a safe place. He was quite curious, he was not going to lie, about what was sent to him, so he first unraveled the piece of clothe that covered whatever was in there and then bothered with the letter.
When he saw a glass vial, no bigger than his hand, with curved vines and flowers which contained a clear liquid, he couldn't help the smile. It looked an awful lot like the one she had given him once upon a time, as a pick-me-up and he had scolded her for putting it in such an intricate bottle, for people would undoubtedly know it was given from a woman. But that wasn't the only thing in there; a beautiful, silver hairpin, with miniature lotus flower blossoms at the top, rested next to it. They were like a bouquet, sprouting from the forked body of the pin, in a pale lavender colour.
Lotus flowers, huh; she did not choose it by accident. His heart warmed at the thought and the foul mood lifted altogether – even if he had no idea what the lotus flower symbolised and he'd probably have to ask someone about it – while he remained looking at the two items for a long time. After what felt an eternity, or a split second, he finally turned to Okita's letter, where no doubt there'd be the explanation of the gifts as well as news in general.
Hey, you cranky bastard,
How are you doing? How's the crankier one doing? Any less prickling now that it's just the two of you and no one's driving him crazy?
Pfff, as if; maybe Saitou wasn't pissing him off, but everyone else was.
I have some great news: the Battousai stopped the assassinations!
Saitou's eyes almost grew as wide as saucers.
Now he's targeting us openly instead. He focuses just on us Shinsengumi men, yay.
That was an improvement, though, in Saitou's opinion. At least he faces men that will surely be armed and dangerous, not unsuspecting or suspecting civilians. And he could feel a little better about the whole ordeal with Tokio and how he had left her behind with the threat of the Battousai still looming, despite him opting out of it. It wasn't definite, after all, and he knew not how easily influenced the man was.
I met him once one-on-one, what a guy. He almost slashed me open; I gave him something to worry about, too though, so I'm very proud. But, it was on that occasion that Tokio came by headquarters and delivered those two things I sent you. She'd been meaning to check up on me anyway, but then that happened, too and she came all the sooner. She was so upset when she saw me, how cute—I was the cause of her tears, and I'm quite proud. I even managed to steal a hug from her, be jealous you petty bastard.
That little asshole...!
After that, she gave me the rationed medicine for when she can't visit and then made me swear I'd somehow manage to get these to you exactly on New year's Eve. Well, you can't say I didn't deliver! Anyway, she said the thing in the bottle is drinkable, and you'll know what it's for; the pin she did not explain, only mumbled something about the lotus flower and how much she misses you.
Lucky bastard.
Then again, this new suitor of hers is kind of an amazing man, so maybe you aren't so lucky. Heh, you should see him with Matsudaira and her father! They love him already and the wedding date has barely been announced. (It's in two months from now, in case you are interested, so you two don't be too late to the party.) I met him, you know...he's a very smart, well-mannered individual, who knows how to talk himself out of difficult questions without actually answering them. And given Tokio's character, I worry.
You really need to come back.
Hijikata needs to come back, too because Kondou has been taken in by Itou's pretty words, too; I don't know what that guy says, but he really likes listening to him in private. Him and of course, Takeda. The snake's been cozing up to both and it's...not good. I think he gets ideas he wouldn't have otherwise gotten into his head and it's been a major concern amongst the four of us. Not that Itou is any better, but I think I'd hate to see changes being made because of him less than if it was Takeda's doing.
Other than that, the war is going as it has been so far and everything is exciting but boring. Hope things are going well on your end.
Warm wishes,
your favourite captain.
P.S. The lord says keep doing whatever it is you're doing, it ripples nicely all the way here.
Oh ho; that was a nice tidbit of information. Made him feel less cheated for being so far away from his usual duties. With renewed vigour and a much wider smirk than before, he went back to the formalities, presents and letter hidden as best as he could, saved for Hijikata's eyes only.
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Upon looking at the pin, Hijikata chuckled. "How thoughtful of her."
"You know what it means?"
"You don't?"
The arrogance wasn't to be expected, though some form of torture was; after reading the contents of the letter, in the safety of the bedroom they were sharing, he was...a little pissed, to say the least. He didn't say anything, but the way he crumbled the paper in his fist after he finished it, indicated all Saitou needed to know. So, now he was taking it out on him. Saitou didn't care; he still had the gifts in his hands.
"I don't speak hanakotoba," he stated and the worn just tell me, already, was spoken through glance alone.
Adequately pleased by his subordinate's lack of knowledge, he yielded. "She says she knows you miss her and the feeling is mutual. There's a reassurance somewhere in there that the wedding hasn't happened yet, too."
Saitou had to blink, mildly impressed. "She did? With just one flower?"
Hijikata inclined his head in verification, but now a smirk made its way to his lips. "Even through flowers, Tokio remains chatty."
"Can't say that I mind; she conveyed important messages."
"Let's just," he sighed, head shaking; he had tried to tease Saitou but he was so lovesick, it was impossible "turn in for the night. I'll think of how to deal with Itou and Takeda later."
He needn't telling twice.
"I forgot to ask," Hijikata said from his futon five minutes later "what's in the vial?"
"One sip and you have energy to spare for the rest of the day."
He snorted. "Should have sent us ten."
"Maybe she'll send us more, if we take much longer."
"...I hope we won't have to. We're on a good track."
And they really were; it was just that the Satsuma province was big and foreign to both of them. They had had to search for people and places of interest almost from scratch. But, seeing they were finally right were they wanted, maybe this would all be over in another week. They lucked their way into this court and they'll be damned if they don't get to the bottom of this soon—or so Hijikata said. For what was worth, Saitou trusted him. But he still felt bitter when the fireworks went off in front of him, some hours ago, and all he had to look at them with was his vice-commander and strangers; especially when he knew, oh how he knew, Tokio's entire family would be there with her, so would be Matsudaira-sama and Teruhime-sama...and of course, the new suitor, Saigo Ryuusuke: a good-looking, upstanding young man of good stock, greater manners and a burning passion to wed the woman who saved his life, according to the locals and the ones who knew him.
The idea alone made him angry. Not because he felt threatened, but because he was no idiot; he was aware. Had he not been in the picture, from what he heard from the locals, he'd have been the best choice for her: nice, giving, tolerant; they had even repeated the man's wishes to bring her back to Satsuma as his bride and give her the authority to perform duties as the head family doctor. If Saitou wasn't so selfish and his feelings didn't run as deep, he might had even stepped aside or given up on her. But not now; he would not let him have her even if, after he drove Ryuusuke away, he was killed, or exiled; no. He would not give her up.
With a final glance at the moon, almost full as it was, he went to sleep.
There was only one moon in the sky, Tokio mused, as she took her time looking at it, long time after the fireworks died. Saitou could be doing the same thing right that moment; or maybe a little later; or maybe earlier. It didn't matter. If she put all of her longing and wishes in it, she was sure it would reach his heart, even if he only happened to glimpse it. If her presents were already in his hands, then she was certain he'd know how much she wanted him here, with her. Instead, she had Ryuusuke by her side, standing a little too close, brushing shoulders with her on purpose. It was endearing, she supposed; so was he, in general. And maybe, in another life, one that she hadn't met Saitou, Ryuusuke would have been the better choice for her, with all his smiles, consideration and kindness.
But that wasn't the case; all she wanted was her sulky swordsman back, right by her side, calling her a mean pet name.
The smile was involuntary; it was timed with something her mother said, in a conspirator's voice and everyone present laughed. That alerted her enough to glance discreetly around her and pay attention to what was being said.
"I'd hate to impose on any of you, but especially my cute bride-to-be," Ryuusuke theatrically informed "so I shall retract my proposal. But I must insist we visit the temple tomorrow, first thing in the morning instead."
"That sounds all too reasonable," her father commended "and once we do, we can finally set a final date on the wedding."
Tokio smiled wider to the lot of them at the sound of that but she hoped the lighting wasn't sufficient to properly look at her for she was certain she had just lost all colour in her face.
That was when Ryuusuke' eyebrows came together, a guilty expression on his face. "Forgive me, Kojuuro-san, I don't mean to rush you."
"You aren't; and I am certain you have your reasons, too."
"Indeed; I don't want to return home unwed and I don't mind if my brother doesn't attend, for he is too busy; the only reason I might be a little more pressing than I usually would is because, I too have things I need to take care of back at our estate. And yes, they can be put on hold for a couple of months but no longer than that."
"I, for one, don't feel pressured," Tokio assured them with a bow and a smile; she did have to play her part after all, per Saitou's instructions and she'd be damned if she mucked all of that up. "In fact, I'd like that very much."
Ryuusuke swelled! "Perfect."
Her father beamed at the pair of them; her sister, the only one allowed up at this time of day, giggled in her hand. Her mother though, had a very different reaction. One that both the lord and Teruhime-sama seemed to share to certain degrees: doubt; suspicion; displeasure. In fact, all three of them looked at her like that every single time she dared do or say anything to her new suitor. She would have to address it sooner or late but she feared not; she had the perfect excuse ready, rife with guilt-tripping. She had nothing to worry about, other than the kind man currently standing next to her setting a date sooner than two weeks from now.
"And now, let us go our separate ways; have a nice evening," Tokio wished the lot of them, taking her lady's arm. They bowed together and all of the women retired to their rooms. Plenty of looks were exchanged till her room, but Tokio pretended she saw none of them. Let them stew for a little longer. They deserved it. Well, all but her cute, little sister that is.
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"Tokio, I am quite concerned; will you please tell me what is going on?"
Ah yes, it came to it and only two hours after the meeting at the temple; how predictable. To think it was the lord that approached her first about it though, was a twist. She would bet actual money it would have been her mother or Teruhime-sama who would make the first move. Oh well, no matter; it wasn't like the two aforementioned women weren't right behind the door, ear glued to the door. She could even see their outlines. Thank Buddha her father hadn't caught wind of this.
"I don't understand what my lord is referring to."
His eyes became smaller, worry replaced with irritation. "Aren't you a little too quick to agree to things that have to do with your upcoming marriage? Not only did you set the date yourself, you even appear to be happy about this whole arrangement."
"Yes?" she prompted.
"Are you being intentionally thick, my dear?" She shook her head no. "Then why are you so...happy about this affair?"
"Would my lord rather see me sad? Upset maybe?"
"No, my dear, you know I don't; but you also know, I know. And since I do, then why?"
"My lord, would you rather I was despondent? Would you prefer I protested this wedding every turn and instead of playing along, honestly making an effort to come to terms with the fact I will be given to this man and I'll have to spend the rest of my life with him, I fought it?"
The more she spoke, the more the intensity of her voice increased. Her chest rose; a calm but potent fury burnt bright behind her eyes, causing the lord to raise his hands defensively in front of his chest...but it didn't work.
"Weren't you the one who made this exact request? All I'm trying to do is come to terms with the fact I won't be getting what I want; not now, not ever. This man will be my husband. I shall spend the rest of my life with him. For everyone's sake, as well as my own, I do my best, I try my hardest, every second of every day, to be accommodating, to sound excited, to smile the widest because I know; I am disillusioned. It won't get any better than this. Ryuusuke is a good man, a nice man; and I try so hard to focus on all that he is because if I think of what he isn't, I—..."
Her voice cracked. Her eyes brimmed with tears and she did all she could not to blink and let them fall. It wasn't just a guilt-trip, no; it was the truth. Because if whatever Saitou and Hijikata were doing failed, what she had just finished saying would be the truth. She knew that. She wasn't ready to admit it out loud, or accept it, but it was the truth. Just thinking about it made her like this, how pathetic. But she couldn't help it.
On one hand, damn it; she made herself depressed. On the other, well, at least the lord was convinced. She could see the pity in his eyes, the empathy in his stance, the involuntary step towards her to wrap her arms around her for comfort; he not only believed her, he could feel her anguish. Only half of it was rehearsed anyway. Not that there was anything wrong with rehearsing anything if all you did was prepare the best possible way to express your real feelings.
"I am sorry child; I didn't see your real struggle. Forgive me."
"Thank you M, Matsudaira-sama; of course, I forgive you. But please...let us never bring this up again."
"As you wish." A sigh. "Is that why you set the date in a month from now? The sooner the better?"
"With a little bit of luck," her intake of breath was sharp and desperate "he won't have come back by then...and I'll be spared...from having him attend my wedding."
"Knowing your father, he'd probably assign him to security." The watery snort of laughter from her was loud.
"Worse, he'll ask him to accompany us to Satsuma, once we're married."
"No; no." His refusal surprised her, so adamant it was, but she had no way of knowing a recent conversation he had with Hijikata was all that he could think of. "I...I shall not allow him to go anywhere. His presence to the capital is vital. The only reason I allowed Hijikata to take him with him to wherever he's gone to, is because I feared your reaction if he remained back."
At that, she did not smile or laugh; she simply looked at the lord, evenly. "A wise decision, my lord." She abruptly stood from the tatami mat then and gave a deep bow. "If that is all, I shall be taking my leave now."
"Yes, you may; we have a small trip to make in half an hour, go get ready."
"As my lord wishes."
He allowed Saitou to go because he feared how she'd react? How insightful; Hijikata's idea, no doubt. She could never imagine his lordship having so little faith in her. Then again, it was a well-known fact the lord had never been in love, so he could be afraid of what two people in love would do to be with each other. She tried not to smirk. The answer was simple: they'd do all in their power and anything their own morals allowed them. Even emotionally manipulate everyone around them to reach their end goal. Oh well; it was fair. She felt she had been manipulated at least ten times since yesterday.
When she exited the room, purposefully taking the door that led to Teruhime and mother's side, she actually chuckled at how they jumped back and pretended to be searching for something off of the floor.
"Now that we are all in the know," Tokio spoke sagely "let us not doubt one another again."
"My most favourite girl," Teruhime gushed and took her left arm.
"My dear daughter, I love you; forgive me."
"I have nothing to forgive and now let's stop talking of sad things! We are going to be visiting some wonderful places, we need to dress up; and no one can sulk while draped in the finest silks, so lovingly given, yes?"
They agreed, smiles returning and they started detailing all the wonderful things they were going to be doing that day and all the days to come, up until her wedding. She tried not to cry – or laugh, she wasn't sure in her current state – and looked away. With the corner of her eye, from the opposite direction, she caught Ryuusuke walking down the hall, a big smile on his face, hair up on the ceremonial ponytail. He inclined his head towards her with concealed excitement, looked a little down, as if he was shy, and then went his merry way, without making himself known to the other two.
Tokio smothered a snort. He really was a good man; it was a shame it was her he wanted to marry. She was sure any woman would be lucky to have him. Just not her. She just felt a tiny bit guilty for appearing so eager for the wedding and leading Saigo on. He deserved better, but, oh well, so did she.
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It'd been a month, but finally they tasted success; what with Okita's scarce letters, telling them of the situation over there, he knew he wasn't too late for anything: Kondou wasn't brainwashed yet, still hoped for their swift return, and missed his vice-commander. Tokio wasn't married yet so the status quo could be changed at any point, no matter how well-liked the groom was from everyone. Also, the information they were bringing was going to shake things right up and propel the two of them to become legends, within their unit.
It was with such high spirits they returned to the capital.
But for a moment there, whence they returned, everything felt a little...surreal. Otherworldly even. Hijikata , in a rare show of mercy to Saitou – that he was sure had everything to do with his good mood of finding such good intelligence – decided they should head to the Matsudaira estate first and report to the lord about the important things and then go back to their HQ and debrief Kondou. Saitou was satisfied.
But when they arrived, he came across a sight he did not think he'd ever have to. Just as they were allowed in the mansion and the familiar servant led them to where the lord was – with his favourite scribe and her husband-to-be as well as her family in the main room – , right after the man opened the door and announced their presence, he came face to face with it: Tokio not only sitting next to that infuriating suitor, but he was casually brushing against her. Or touching her on purpose all the goddamn time. And no one batted an eye! He felt his eye wanted to twitch uncontrollably.
"Hijikata-sama and Saitou-sama have returned from their journey."
And yet, it was an undeniable pleasure to be able to look at her again, after such a long time; to be able to catch her eye, her enthusiasm and her effort not to smile too much just by seeing him again. Although she was mid-laugh just as they entered, her expression now put that previous mirth to shame and he felt pleased.
He forced himself to remain neutral and all he did was bow when his name was mentioned. But, giving credit where credit is due, the almost-husband did not miss the subtle but all too real change on Tokio's face and his eyes darted between his bride and the two new arrivals repeatedly. Until he finally spoke, one moment later, once the pleasantries were over with.
"And who might these two warriors be?" For he would not deign to call them samurai, but it was obvious from their gear as well as stance and expression, these were men of the sword.
"Hijikata Toushijou-sama is the vice-commander of the Shinsengumi; and his right-hand man, Saitou Hajime-sama, head instructor of spears, both very capable men, who enjoy the lord's favour," Tokio rushed to explain, a little breathless. The involuntary smile that did finally grace her lips when she looked up to them did not go unnoticed.
"Ah, I see; how admirable," he nodded in recognition but not too happy about it. "And what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?"
"If the lord, as well as Kojuuro-san, would be so kind as to follow us outside for a moment," Hijikata curtly cut all effort of civility with the man, as he had no smile to offer, or reassurances and instead turned to the two men he mentioned, "you would eventually know sir, no doubt about it."
"You will have to excuse Hijikata's manners," Matsudaira started, a little suspicious "his foul mood is notorious and feared by all."
"The trip must have been exhausting," Tokio immediately defended him but the way her hand rested on top of Ryuusuke's Saitou did not appreciate "do forgive his ire."
"Whatever my lady wishes."
Saigo had concentrated on glaring at Hijikata but in an odd, civilized way; her father had taken a very sudden interest in his daughter's reactions; her mother was too busy trying not to roll her eyes, so basically no one was paying any attention to Saitou who found the time to reprimand Tokio with that glare only he could muster. Thus, when she withdrew her hand, gracefully but certainly, all watching them were perplexed. All but the lord that was, who tried not to shake his head.
"Father, if you may, please join the lord and his guests outside."
"...whatever his lady wishes," her father jabbed at her, clogs slowly turning in his head and she had to look away not to blush too much. "I shall follow, despite the rudeness."
Her father left the room in a bad spirit. Two minutes passed, then two more; everyone inside was waiting patiently, silently, for the men's return. Yet, no one expected her father to walk back in with that formidable scowl on his face, mood worse than ever before. In fact, Tokio rarely remembered seeing her father so upset or angry about anything. So, only one thing was certain: whatever news were just delivered to him made him furious!
But that held no candle to the lord's quiet rage. He was glaring daggers at no one and everyone at the same time and, if one were to grab him by the nose, he could have quite easily exploded. He did nothing but pace up and down with his hands either tied in front of his chest, at his back or using them to gesticulate wildly. He would mutter "ridiculous" every now and then, focus his anger on Ryuusuke for a moment, and then go at it again.
Tokio and her mother, as well as Teruhime-sama, exchanged looks a number of times, curious, probing or soothing. But it wasn't until Tokio turned to look at the Shinsengumi men that she realised what must have happened: the satisfaction on their faces, the calmness, the severity, in Hijikata's case, it was unparalleled. So, if she understood this correctly...
Her chest swelled; she dared to hope that this was the coveted dissolving of the engagement!
"What exactly happened, dear?" her mother ventured, but was met with absolute silence. "Dear?"
"I can't repeat what was said," Matsudaira spoke in his stead "and neither can he—especially he. For a father to be deceived by a man this much, is too unbearable. And to think their wedding was so close at hand—shame on you!"
Ryuusuke leaned back by the sheer ferocity the lord spat the words at him, never mind the ire. Teruhime though, she could have laughed!
"Shame on you for making fools out of us; shame on you for using this innocent girl," his head snapped to Tokio "in your family's schemes; shame on you for abusing our trust! To think we let you in our home and shared our food and drink with you...to think we wanted to call you family."
"My lord," Hijikata spoke after what felt like centuries, just as Ryuusuke was about to get over the initial shock and start talking "I doubt his involvement ran deeper than what he let you know. It is his brother that is to blame."
Ah, finally, it made sense to the outsider; his eyes became small and his stance immediately defensive. "I am not aware of my brother's plans for me, but I assure you, I will agree to nothing that might shame me, my bride, or this union."
"And yet," Hijikata persisted "it is your union itself that is your brother's plan; by planting you in our midst, by having the right and the opportunity to bring Tokio-san so close to him, puts him at quite the advantage. It is no secret the lord's fondness of his sister's charge; and her father has significant pull, as well as money. It would be a very great deed for your brother to have Tokio-san in his arsenal, to use when best suits him."
"My brother is no villain," he stated "he just wants to do what's best for his family—which will of course include my dear Tokio as well."
"Your dear Tokio will immediately be considered as a member of your family upon your union, so her best interest is no different from your brother's; and with that mindset, while still having people who would give anything to see her happy and well back here, he could threaten and extort too much."
"Why would my brother—?"
"If you read this," Matsudaira nearly shoved a folded piece of paper in Ryuusuke's face "all shall be clear."
Curious, flabbergasted, but most of all, numb, the man slowly opened the letter and started reading. He made no attempt to conceal its contents from Tokio, who instantly looked over his shoulder and started reading, too. And the more their eyes ran over the document, the wider they became. At some point, Tokio felt bad for him and stopped reading altogether, while Ryuusuke simply sat there, having to deal with the dawning realisation his marriage was, as of now, a thing of the past. The woman on his arm would no longer be there; he was going to be ostracized in a matter of seconds. And for that, he had only his brother to blame.
"Do you see now?"
"I had no idea."
"We figured," Hijikata assured him, "which is why you are still alive."
"Indeed," Matsudaira thundered him. But, the very next moment he sighed, all fight leaving him in a flash; somehow, Saitou thought he resembled Tokio very much, only to realise it was probably the other way around. "Why? Why did it have to be like this? Why is it that no wedding plans ever work out for us?"
Matsudaira stopped for just a second, having forgotten Saitou was in the room with them due to his silence and remembering it only when Tokio looked away from him a little shy, and then kept shaking his head and being disappointed. "I thought finally, we were going to find her a man worthy of her intellect and station; but no! All we did was unearth a traitor! A traitorous ally, who tried to—...leave. Please leave. No one will stop you. But when you go back home, inform your brother of all that happened as well as, exactly what we now know about him."
"We should thank you, I suppose, for asking her hand in marriage; we managed to uncover a dangerous plot," her father mocked, but sounded entirely too honest. "Thank you, sir, and goodbye."
The exact same moment, Hijikata stepped forward and grabbed him, actually forcing him to stand. He was about to protest for the treatment, but all it took was one challenging glare from his lordship. He put his head back down, but did not miss the relish in the Shinsengumi Vice-commander's eyes. None did. And they were all treated to a rare show of displeasure from both men, who all but growled at one another, while Saitou simply followed after them, like the cat who ate the canary.
"Father, can I please follow them outside?" Tokio asked her father, the moment the men were out the door. "I'd like to say goodbye to Ryuusuke-san one last time."
"Sweetie, did you hear what—?"
"Mother, please; Hijikata-sama and Saitou-san are right there. Even if he wanted to, he could do nothing."
Matsudaira's stare was scolding, but not too much; he understood. So he gave in, and advised her mother "let her; she's absolutely right," defeated. Father shook his head in exasperated agreement; her mother had no choice but to give her allowance.
"You may; though why you'd want to, is beyond me."
She didn't answer her, simply ran after the men, who hadn't expected her, but were very quick to perceive her and stopped him dead in his tracks. Saigo Ryuusuke became aware of her arrival only after they forced him to face her.
"Tokio-san..." His smile was sad, as he regarded her coming close, but not taking his hand this once, for a final time. "You plan to walk me to the exit?"
"I do."
That's when the men started again instantly, and Tokio did all in her power not to look at Hajime who would most possibly be quite disapproving of her latest caprice, as he'd dub it.
"You are very kind."
"Sorry is what I am;" a small bow accompanied her words, still keeping in pace with them, carefully choosing Hijikata's side "you are a good man, Ryuusuke-san; tis a shame for you to leave here as a traitor. And I find the way our engagement ended quite distasteful."
"But you aren't sad the engagement ended in general, are you?"
Some semblance of a blush appeared on her cheeks but her smile was true and not all that shy. "I am not, indeed."
Oh, how he knew; his expression betrayed that much as well as his resignation. "I really thought you liked me, Tokio-san. You were very inviting. I wouldn't have guessed you are such a good liar...not if I hadn't been there when these two came back; your entire face lit up. I've never seen you so happy before."
Tokio was starting to regret her choice; this conversation would feed Hajime's ego way too much. She gave a snort sort of a laugh and looked to the side, missing the look Ryuusuke shot towards Hijikata. "I was hoping they brought news that would stop our union and that's exactly what they did; why should I not be happy to see them? I dislike the idea of getting married to begin with, Ryuusuke-san..."
Hijikata's ears twitched; Hajime's eyes became small; Ryuusuke was very annoyed at her, lips pursed. They all reacted for the same reason: they spotted the lie. Hell, even she was slightly upset by her tone; It wasn't as if she said something she never believed though...or at least used to believe. Because lately, she realised with a start, that part of her character changed. She dared look up at the vice-commander who spared a raised eyebrow for her.
"I think it's quite obvious who you'd wish was in my place, Tokio-san," Saigo sighed, causing her to look up at him in alarm "but I am confident in saying, it would never happen." But when his eyes slid to the vice-commander, hard and unforgiving, everyone became confused. "Men like him do not traverse miles for love; only for self-interest."
"Trust him," Saitou finally spoke, crooked smile easy on his lips "he speaks from experience." Just as Ryuusuke was ready to snap something back, he continued. "All those years with brother dearest made him an expert," making the protest die on the other man's lips. "I'd love to see how your relationship will evolve from now on."
"Hajime-san," Tokio berated, a little scandalised "I think the man has already lost enough for one day."
"I've seen worse," Hijikata egged on.
She decided they were hopeless. "Nonsense; please, spare him. I did not come here to watch you torture him."
"Why did you come, indeed?" Hijikata inquired with a little more bite than intended and Saigo scoffed.
"Jealous, are you?"
"Exasperated, I'd say," he said, completely unaffected and they could all laugh at the way Ryuusuke completely misunderstood the situation; he read it right, but something went wrong and he decided it was the vice-commander she was smitten with.
"I wouldn't have guessed though, Tokio-san," Saigo continued, as if the other man never responded "after all, he may be nice to look at for now, but beauty fades."
Tokio's eyes darted to his, full of superiority, eyebrows aloft. "Age does not take away beauty, only amplifies it," she shared her bit of wisdom "besides, no matter one's looks, if you love them, they are beautiful to you."
There was a moment of stunned or appreciative silence and a smirked formed on her lips. She was mighty pleased with herself. "Given our circumstances actually, it would be a miracle if any of us lived to see old age," she mumbled in the end, a dark thought escaping unfiltered.
"My, what a positive outlook you have," Hijikata commented after another second of complete silence "no wonder you are one of the most sought-after brides."
"Why wouldn't you make it to old age," came Ryuusuke's immediate incredulity, almost offended she'd think that about the people on the other side of this scuffle, which, apparently, now included him, "who'd hurt you?"
"People die everyday, Ryuusuke-san; you almost did, too, yes?"
"That was different! It was greed and I was made a target by my brother's efforts to restore our family."
"And no one ever targets young, affluent women," Tokio countered, sarcasm almost palpable.
"You are always under watch," Ryuusuke kept arguing against her "how can that happen? I saw how well-protected you are, no one dares come near you without permission. And those with permission are always vented by his lordship."
"Why are you being like this?" Tokio honestly wondered, taken aback by his ferocity. "My safety as of five minutes ago, is none of your concern."
"That's..." He shook his head, a new type of smile taking over. As if every shake threw the defeat away, by the time he was looking at her properly, he was positively arrogant. "I may have lost the fight, but not the war; at least, not the literal one, waging all around us. And if my brother comes out on top, in any sort of way...I will have my say."
Her eyes widened at the sudden change of pace, the complete 180 turn the man's mind took; the men had to look at one another, too, to make sure they heard right.
"And I see you are in no hurry to get married. After this fiasco, heh, good luck finding another one. You already had some sort of bad-luck attached to your name, as far as future husbands went—oh, I should know, I had to ask around a lot, to finally find you," he assured at her flabbergasted reaction. "What I'm getting at is, by the time this war has ended, you'll probably still be unwed. Should things go well for me, meaning, not all that well for your Shinsengumi clad beau," he viciously, joyfully openly stared at Hijikata "I can easily come and take what I was promised."
"Random acts of violence rarely befall women such as Tokio," Saitou elected to say right at the moment this man's determination became chilling. His tone did not betray anger, annoyance or indignation, it felt like he was merely stating the obvious, even if he felt all of those things times ten "nor are they left to the mercy of fate; provisions have been made beforehand to avoid such predicaments, by their fathers or caretakers." Just as he was about to snap something back, Saitou continued, looking straight in the man's eyes. His hold never tightened, but Ryuusuke felt his arm hurting for some reason. "You, on the other hand, have already fallen victim to a random attack once; better make sure it doesn't happen again on your way to Satsuma first and then make grand declarations such as these."
"Hajime-san," Tokio drawled, "don't jinx him; I've already spent so many hours and resources keeping him either alive, or entertained, it'd be a waste."
"We can't control anyone outside the contains of this city," Hijikata played along.
"You barely keep the people of this town in check, if anything," Ryuusuke snubbed "and most of them dislike you."
"So, be twice as careful on your way home," Saitou advised but without any actual investment in his well-being. "Now, her ladyship will bid you farewell and go back to her parents," he continued, nodding to the main exit "while we escort you outside the city; your things will meet you on your way home."
"Ah, I see; this is the end for me. Despite everything, Ryuusuke-san, you were a good person. I sincerely hope you get over this silly fixation and find a nice bride. Goodbye."
"Goodbye," he replied, his bow deeper than hers; they exchanged smiles and she went on her way. Even while dragging him outside, he stubbornly remained looking back, eyes peeled on her retreating form.
"You will never see her again," Hijikata scathingly commented "so feel free to ogle at her as long as you can."
"What if I do?" he challenged, finally turning to stare at the man, seeing Tokio was lost behind a corridor.
Hijikata's lips tugged into a grin. "You won't. Now get in the carriage."
"Carriage? For a traitor like me? How magnanimous."
"The lord wouldn't want a scene."
"Besides," Saitou's eyes darted to the man venomously "we have already established you are most vulnerable in them." A brow rose on Saigo's face. "I was the one who pulled you out."
As in, if it weren't for him, he'd most probably be dead; or at least, he was part of the reason he was so soon to heal—they acted immediately. There was recognition as well as vexation on the "traitor's" face, as he slowly pieced it together.
"The tall one; I remember now. I always did wonder what you looked like. I only ever met Okita—they kept telling me you were away." A chuckle. "To think the man who helped save my life also helped ruin my marriage, how ironically fitting."
"I simply do as I'm told."
Saigo rolled his eyes. "The perfect soldier; how tedious. At least your vice-commander has some interest, what with the romance and all."
Saitou felt like punching his face more than five times, to be honest and this made lucky number seven, but he didn't want to reveal it wasn't Hijikata who was having the "romance"; the less info he had on them, for whatever reason, the better. Inhale, exhale; inhale exhale; and repeat. That's the trick. He's already calmer, there, phew. Shaking his head, he allowed Hijikata go in first and then he pushed the ex-husband-to-be and only after he was secured did he climb inside himself.
Tokio watched the carriage go from one of the windows; she couldn't help the smile spread wide on her face, despite the, quite honestly, a little disturbing promises Ryuusuke made her. But that was too grim to think of right now and besides, for all of that to come to pass, meant not only were they going to lose the war, not only, as Saitou put it, no one would have made any provisions for her, most of her caretakers would have been dead, too.
But that wouldn't happen.
With a little sway in her gait, satisfaction evident, she walked back into the room. The moment she did, all talks died though; suspicious. Her father gave her a wide, knowing smile and kissed her forehead then. She grew confused. What happened?
"Silly girl, this daughter of mine," he said then and rubbed her back "but her escapades are over. She's officially no longer accepting any offers of marriage from anyone, not until this war is over."
He looked at the rest of responsible adults for confirmation and when she saw even Teruhime approvingly nod, with pride, she became even more suspicious. When Matsudaira-sama actually winked at her, she almost stared. Her mother smiled warmly.
"We plan to stay here until the end of the month and then we go back to Aizu. You're welcome to follow us; you are welcome to stay, too. Do what you want."
They all exited the room before her, smiles and knowing looks aplenty. But when Teruhime mouthed lucky girl while passing by her, as discreetly as she could, finally, her suspicions were confirmed. She dared not think it until that moment, but after that, there was no doubt: something very good for Hajime and her common future happened in that room while she was gone and what she dared not hope before, now crept in her heart slowly, yet steadily. Maybe being a humble swordsman's wife wasn't all that unattainable after all. Smile wider than ever, she, albeit late, followed after everyone and headed to lunch.
.
"I knew I'd find you here."
Saitou's voice jolted her almost one metre high in the air, coming out of the shadows as he did. "Hajime!" From one reason for her heart race to another, feelings changed in rapid succession and in less than a second she propelled herself forward and right into his arms. He had expected that reaction, so he simply kissed the top of her head as she tried to strangle him with her hug. "I am delighted to see you again," she gushed, never letting go of him.
"We made it," was all he said in return, tired "in time."
A giggle escaped her and finally looked at him properly. "I missed you so much."
"I did, too."
Her ears perked up. That was new; this was maybe the first time he so irrevocably, clearly told her that. He was growing comfortable with her, or his feelings for her anyway. Because this was the first time he actually felt allowed to say it this way: unapologetic and direct. He missed her; everything about her.
"To think you uncovered such a plot," Tokio chose to say instead, heart swelling to ridiculous sizes "a plan for treachery from one of our strongest allies. I fear the effect this is going to have long-term. But, naturally, it is best to find out this beforehand and be prepared for the consequences."
A smirk formed on his lips. "And all of that, just for you. So you can be happy."
"We can be happy," she corrected.
"Ah," he did, in that bringing-that-up tone "Hijikata says take care." Her eyebrow rose in question and he couldn't help but smirk wider. "If he's going through all of these just for us, you better make an honest man out of me. He heard your little comment about not wanting to get married," he could barely continue, because Tokio was already laughing too hard "and he disapproves."
"O, oh, d-does he?"
"Indeed; he won't have you sullying my good name, as well as the unit's, so you better marry me, should you get the chance...he says."
"I see; well then, tell Hijikata I most certainly wish to spend the rest of my life with you, but that is not exactly a decision I can make."
"The rest of your life, is it?" She nodded and came closer. "All, what, five years you think you have left?"
Oh wow, that took a turn. "Hajime...!"
"I heard you; you think it impossible to live to be old. That's..." He sighed. "Don't say such things, whether it is you believe I won't outlast the war or that something will happen to you-it could be true. But it could also be the furthest thing from it. Just, don't say these things. I'd hate to lose you."
"You won't, as long as either of us can help it." She used his hands as momentum and, climbing on her tip toes, planted a swift kiss on his lips. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologise. The worst part is, I could tell you meant it, not that you said it. Anything can happen, Tokio. We could both die; or we could get married. But don't..."
He wasn't angry, just upset. He didn't look like it of course, he never did; he was so neutral and serious, she learnt to read his tone a long time ago. For him to look upset, after all, something terrible needed to happen and on the scale from the-doctor-kidnapped-you to the-battousai-is-after-you, this didn't even make it on there. They'd been through so much, she mused then, it would be a real shame if they didn't at least get to hold hands in public, even just once.
"I think the second is less improbable than you think." She looked away on purpose, not wanting to see his inquiring eyes boring into hers. "I have had an odd conversation with father today; he revealed to me he plans to put all marriage offers on hold, until the war is over; then he asked if I'd accompany them to Aizu; and then we went to lunch."
"That's great news. I personally want you go back to Aizu, to be safe, but even if you don't that's great news."
She rolled her eyes. "I'll be fine here, too; the Battousai is no longer after me. So, I would prefer you stayed as far away from him as possible..."
He shook his head, adamant. "That man I decided to kill myself."
"Hajime!"
"There's no changing my mind."
Shaking her head, she sighed "just don't go looking for him."
"Oh? Are you afraid? You think I can't beat him?"
"All I know is whenever you've faced him, you came back hurt." Her sweet smile returned though and she graced him with it. "But you did come back; and that's enough."
"I'll always come back to you; that I promise." He kissed her knuckles, bringing them gently to his lips, one hand after the other. "Even if it's the last thing I do. And in return, promise me you'll always be there to welcome me back."
"Hajime, what are you...?"
She began, almost chuckling at the sudden change of mood, disbelieving of his intentions at first. After all, his tone was the same. But then, he took out a pin, a different from the one she gifted him; this one was more elaborate, beautiful, a well-crafted one. Too well-crafted. There was a moment of drawn breaths and silent expectations as she focused on the flower: a single, huge purple iris was at the head, with its blossom in full bloom, some green leaves surrounding it. It was made of metal, all of it, and it was both sharp but elegant. It must have been expensive, too for this was the work of a true craftsman-so many did she have, she could tell the worth immediately. Not that she ever focused too much on that, but this, this must have costed a fortune. And he still bought it for her. This flashy, elaborate and gorgeous pin; this expensive, flashy pin; this, honestly heavy pin he now put in her hair, just before the loop of her bun started.
He looked at her for a long time, evaluating. And then he gave a small bow.
Her chin hang. "Hajime, are you...?"
He nodded. She stared.
This was no ordinary pin. Yes, it was sharp and could be used as a weapon, but that was just a happy coincidence because of the material it was made from, not its intended function. The intended function was something much deeper, more profound; he gave her an iris. She felt her heart slow down and then hammer in her chest at the same time. This was a promise pin. If they were of the same status and her father knew of their affections, this pin would signify he was formally asking her to marry him. Now, it signified his willingness, should they ever be allowed, to marry her. And if she accepted this gift from him, then she accepted his offer.
"Hijikata told me to pick this one," he said matter-of-factly "he said, this was the quickest way for you to understand my intentions, because I'm not good with words."
Just as she was about to be disappointed that Hijikata played some trick on him, she swelled again. So, not only was this what he wanted for himself, but he was so determined, he asked his superior for help. Such a proud man, to admit he isn't good at something and go to someone else...she felt her heart swell.
"He's not wrong," she chose to say and a small smirk tugged at her lips "it did make your intentions clear, quick."
"And?"
"I think I already said it, but, allow me to repeat: I wish to spend the rest of my life with you." After looking at her for what felt like a century, he finally smiled and kissed her. It was short, but somehow...lingering. Her own smile was involuntary. "The pin is very impressive, too; compliment Hijikata-san for his taste."
"I picked the certain one, you know; he only advised me on the type of flower."
"Well, you obviously have excellent taste," she gestured at herself "we know that already."
"Is that so?"
"Indeed. Though, I'm afraid I can't wear it. If I do, they'll start asking questions; what am I to say? Mother and Teruhime-sama will immediately realise what it symbolises and they'll be quick to guess who could have given it to me-or why I accepted it. What am I to say then?"
The I know, was silent, implied by the nod. "Just keep it safe."
"I will."
"You tend to break things..."
Her lips pursed instantly. "It was one. Damn. Vial."
"One dozen, sure." He laughed at her defensiveness; she knew he was only trying to goad her, and still fell for it. How nice of her. He did appreciate her, he really hoped she knew that. "I'll be going, it's too late; but Ill see you tomorrow. Hijikata, Okita and I have business with his lordship. Kondou might be with us."
"Beware of Ito-san," her demeanour changed completely, body slumping forward, like sharing a secret "I hear great things from Kondou-sama and my lord, but when I see him with Matsudaira-sama, I can't help but equate him with a leech. He...tries too hard. He tries to please everyone. And all the while, he hasn't shared too much about himself, as if trying to make people like him first and then reveal the unsavory parts. Everyone does that to some extent, one could say, but he does it too much, in a rather calculating manner. He's manipulative and full of secrets. I don't trust him, Hajime, please beware."
He smirked. "Ever-insightful...you'd make an excellent vice-commander." He chuckled. "Hijikata is on to him, don't fret."
"But Ito-san he has taken a shine to you, I can see it; he'd been lamenting your departure two months now. Don't grow too close, yes? I fear he might use you."
"Tokio, I'll be fine. He's secondary." She pouted. "I mean it; I know he's too slippery and I did not appreciate how he latched onto me the moment he arrived."
"Indeed; Sakuma-san alone is enough."
Saitou snorted with laughter, just as he had started putting distance between the two of them. "He came and asked me all sorts of questions just as I appeared, before I even talked to Kondou-or Okita even; he's really eager."
She chuckled. "Little duckling, following after you."
"Tokio, I need to go. Stop stalling. Turn around and go inside."
"Just a little longer...!"
"Now. It's late already." She tried to protest one final time, but he leaned down, kissed her fleetingly and took the pin out of her hair, handing it to her. "Now."
"Fine, you tyrant...I'm going. Goodnight."
He watched her climb and burrow fences, scurrying off inside the estate. As of five minutes ago, though, only one thought remained in his mind: what was her opinion about children? They had never talked about it. Oh well, that was okay; they had all the time in the world to discuss it. In a much better mood than he'd ever hoped he'd be in, he started his way back to headquarters.
A/N: I love you all, I'm too tired for more words right now and I hope you enjoyed the latest installment. And now, I'm off to bed!
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FAI~!