Disclaimer: I don't own peace maker. At all. But these ideas are mine….
AN: please please review!
Sake
Hijikata did not really love sake. Oh, he enjoyed the cold chilled bottles it came in and enjoyed the company that he usually allowed himself to drink with. He like the way the rice alcohol slid down his throat a buzzing chill amongst loud voices and excited red faces. It was a nice calming reality to his world.
But there was something about the sting of alcohol and the numbing blanket of the senses that it brought, something he learned when he was a decade younger and barely growing hair on his chin. That something always inhibited him from drinking too much, especially ever since the time he'd had to rush out of his straw covered tatami mat on the ground, to the laughter of those in the hut in order to empty the contents of his stomach, liver, and intestines into the woods by where they'd been staying. That had not been a pleasant experience and he'd be damned if he was going to ever be reminded of it again. So Hijikata did not extremely love his sake.
crash!
Tetsunosuke popped a sour face and unhappy head into the wooden framed doorway of his sitting room where he sat in kiza, wiping his sword with oil and lightly scented lavender powder.
"Gomen Hijikata-san…I spilt the tea again." The vice chief's eyes closed as he fought the inner urge to just pin the boy up onto the nearest tree by his collar and just leave him there. He forced, slowly, himself to release the death grip on the katana in his hand and merely grunted a "get out and wipe it up."
As the sounds of muttered curses and the clanking of broken teacups, (he'd better not have broken the little brown and cream ones that Souji had bought him), Hijikata rubbed the bridge of his nose and wondered if maybe he should switch over to sake.
The bottles seemed less likely to break at least.