An: this is for my own sheer amusement and hopefully yours as well. There's lots of people who've added this as their favorite and even put me on author alert. So thanks all, I really appreciate it I feel loved.

PS. If you haven't seen Die Hard yet, then first off shame on you! shame! And second off you'll miss the great lines, but I think you can still read it if you haven't seen it.

Misao wearily made her way to the door. Her feet ached, and throbbed, the feel of them roaring in her ears which were cold from the weather. Since when had it gotten so cold so damned quick? She swore as she groaned. She could feel the blood pumping with every single aching throb of her footsteps. Her arms burned and stung, from lifting and hoisting the weight of trays heavy laden with food that people complained about. Her face hurt, particularly for all the times she had to smile oh so cheerfully as her lousy tables gave her next to nothing for a tip. Her neck and back hurt from the stress of dealing with the baka rooster head for most of her first shift. The idiot had nearly made her drop her tray by distracting her several times, and had probably had an affect on her tips too, the little bastard. Her calves and thighs burned, from jogging back and forth and simply being on her feet for so long. Misao had trained in the martial arts and she had never remembered being so tired or sore in her entirety of being. Gods she must've lost 3 pounds simply from today's work alone. While that thought should have been consoling, it only served to irritate her further. She wouldn't fit into her clothes at this rate.

She was in a foul mood from being "asked" also known as forced by said manager to cover a double shift. She was the new girl. It wasn't like she could just simply say no to the manager, particularly when she was supposed to be keeping up her cover. So she'd nodded and said with the most falsetto voice she could possibly manage that she'd needed the money anyways and it had worked out perfectly. Misao's eye twitched. From the very depths of her being she cursed Aoshi for his god damned cover idea. It was completely, totally and entirely his fault and he would PAY damn him! Oh…she clutched her forehead painfully and closed her eyes against its hammering. Her brain was apparently trying to commit seppuku because she had the very worst of headaches. Managing a groan as she pushed the door open, she stumbled inside, sliding her restaurant shoes off as she did so and locking the door behind her.

"You're home late" Saitou said simply, flipping the channel.

The blood vessel on Misao's forehead nearly burst in her anger.

"I'm sorry" Misao began, tone chilly. "It's not like you're my father or something…or am I on a curfew?"

Saitou rolled his eyes. "Don't be creepy. As If I care when you're coming and going."

Misao's eye twitched, as she curled her fist in fury. "Then why the hell did you ask?" She snarled.

Saitou eyed her. "I was merely stating a fact, not prompting a question. You're not on that time of the month are you?" He asked with a smirk.

"RAHHHGGG!" she cried, fury coursing its way through her as she yelled….and then suddenly she sank to her knees, and those jade green eyes snuffed out, softened, turning to ocean green as her eyes filled with crystallized saline.

"Oh No-" Saitou began, but it was too late. He had already paid the price for his choice words. The waterworks were flowing and he was both doomed and damned to bear the consequences.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" She cried, tears streaming down in waves.

"Misao…" He began. Her sobs only grew as she shook her head, refusing to speak to him.

Saitou frowned as he got up from the couch, arm out for her though to do what, either offer her comfort, or pat her awkwardly on the head, he didn't know. He didn't have to either. She smacked it away, Jade eyes narrowed in primal fury as they glared up at him.

"How dare you! Trying to be gentlemanly now! Especially when you pulled that scene and made me feel like an idiot in front of my coworkers …..and….and… then being a pain in the ass to boot as I had to wait on your table. I had to work a double shift today, my everything hurts and I come home and you- you're making fun of me STILL!" She collapsed in a fit of tears

Saitou grimaced. Gods he had to do something to make her shut up. People might notice, and he'd have neighbors pouring in demanding to know what was going on. How would he explain it to them? After all she wasn't technically supposed to even exist much less live here on a consistent basis. He had to interfere, find a way to stop her tears. It had nothing to do with the fact that she looked utterly wretched while crying, or that he would say and do anything to stop those tears from sheer helplessness. None at all.

"I'm sorry." He said simply, reverting back to his original plan, patting her on her head awkwardly.

"I'M NOT A DOG!" She snarled, sniffling. "Make yourself useful or something and get me some tissues!" She snapped, tears still flowing freely.

Yellow eyes narrowed, but surprisingly he did as he was told, grabbing the box at the very least for her. Though he couldn't help but toss it at her. She glared at him, but wiped her eyes, blowing her nose as she sniffled.

"You're a terrible consoler, you know that?" She said glaring at him.

"So I've been told" He replied.

"Guess that musta been the Ex wife hmm?" Misao said.

Yellow eyes glared daggers at her, but she continued, undaunted by him in the least.

"You know that you treat people like dirt, and you still treat people the same?" Misao replied looking up at him as she wiped her eyes. Her tears had dried at the very least, which meant neighbors wouldn't be barging in demanding why he had a roommate. At least she was looking better….Er…she'd managed to wipe off some of the mascara she'd worn so her entire cheeks weren't a sooty streaked black. Saitou supposed that was something.

"People aren't worth it, in case you haven't noticed." Saitou said evenly, sitting down on the carpet as he opened a beer. He figured walking away from this conversation would only make her worse, probably start throwing things again like she'd done the day before. Gods when had he started appeasing her? Thoroughly disgusted with himself he took a sip.

"You'll never know, will you?" Misao said. "You're too busy keeping everybody out, and too busy making up excuses for yourself to notice their worth" She said, standing up and throwing her tissues away as she headed into the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Saitou snapped, irritated by the truth in her words and by the hypocrisy represented in her calloused demeanor. She was walking away from him when he'd had the courtesy to sit and listen to her incessant praddlelings. Alright, perhaps his motives weren't completely lacking in alterior motives, but damn it the effort was put forth and that should count.

"I'm grabbing a beer" She said.

Saitou stood and followed after her. "Those are mine" He said, blocking the exit to their kitchen as she stooped to grab a bottle.

"So?" She replied green eyes meeting his as she closed the fridge "I've cooked for you, cleaned for you, and am paying a hell of a lot in rent. The least you could do, when I'm having a bad day is spare me a beer, and pretend like you enjoy my company."

"Don't act like you're entitled. You knew coming into this situation the stipulations…In fact you set them. Put my beer back" Saitou exclaimed, glaring down at the girl.

"And in return I'd appreciate some goddamned kindness and a frickin hint of gratefulness from you. And a beer" She said, green eyes narrowing as she looked up at him, popping off the top on the counter and taking a sip right in front of him. Ooohh she was just provoking him.

Saitou's eye twitched feeling the anger course through him. Those jade green eyes were pressing him, Daring him to say something, to do something. Giving her one of his most intimidating glares, he set his own will forth. He reserved these looks only for his lackies in the office. She would be cowering and comply soon enough. Green eyes sparkled as they looked up at him producing an incredulous look of disbelief from him. The little minx wasn't backing down, wasn't intimidated at all by his daunting presence, much less his evil glare. Was that a…a SMILE making it's way to her face?! She took another sip and Saitou growled, irritated beyond all belief. This was quite possibly the worst possible combination he could've received.

He'd sent subordinates cowering with less than half the radiating presence he was showing to this girl. Damn if he couldn't intimidate her, then he might actually have to be nice. Pushing her and pressing her only seemed to make the situation worse, riling her to rise to his occasion. That would only cause more problems down the line. Gods she was completely and utterly a pain in the ass in every single way! Even if he wanted to go through with his plan to annoy her out of the apartment, she would probably stay simply to spite him. It appeared that he would have to pick his battles. Was it really worth causing more drama in his house over a lousy beer? She certainly paid enough to be able to make up for it. And the alcohol might do her some good…Maybe she wouldn't have such a stick up her ass then. Damn right it was worth it. And so Saitou did the one thing that he knew would piss her off.

Saitou turned, stalking to the couch ignoring her. That startled her, but only for a little while.

Misao promptly turned from the intense staring match, opened the fridge and grabbed a few bottles, making her way to the couch after him and sitting down beside him, resting her feet on their banged up coffee table.

"What are you doing?" He asked eye brow arched as he looked at her.

"What do you think I'm doing? I'm watching T.V." She replied, taking a swig from the beer bottle. Saitou fought the twitch of irritation he felt at her drinking his beer.

"Chee. Fine" He said, turning the T.V. on searching for an action movie. That most certainly would unrest her from the couch. Maybe she'd throw a fit and stalk into her room upset.

"Hey stop! That's Diehard!" She said.

Saitou looked at her blankly. "Let me get this straight" He said, focusing his yellow eyes on her, feeling his irritation growing by leaps and bounds as he looked upon the petite genki girl. Misao didn't blink under the scrutiny of those yellow eyes, but he sure knows how to make a girl feel uncomfortable, she thought, fighting a grimace.

"You. Watch. Action. Movies?" He said speculatively pausing on each word.

"Hells yes, I do!" She retorted finishing off her first beer and taking a second.

"This is the good part" she said, having chugged his beer, and throwing the bottle landing it in the kitchen trash can.

"Score! Point for me!" She said happily.

Saitou merely groaned. How the hell was he going to get rid of her was the pressing question on his mind? But then he watched as Bruce Willis trecked across the hall of the hotel with no shoes and found himself chuckling. Saitou became distracted by the movie. Alas because of his distraction he hadn't noticed how many beers the petite girl next to him had consumed, and shortly thereafter he found her giggling during the explosions.

Fixing a yellow eye on her, he noted her complexion. Her eyes were glazed over and she giggled as she pointed to the explosions. Holy Hell! She'd gone through 10 of his beers while he hadn't noticed. How had she gotten up without him knowing?

"Yippecaye Mother-" She chortled along with the movie.

"What the hell?" Saitou exclaimed.

"Oo-wha?" She prompted, startled by his anger, though her grin came back, if sloppily as it slid across her rather buzzed features.

"10 beers? How the hell did you even fit those in that body of yours?"

"Hehe" She giggled. "So you like my petite body?"

Saitou's thunderstruck look didn't faze her in the least bit. So she continued.

"No need ta feel ashamed….Lotsa people likes my pe- petite booooody…Bad peoples too….Th-those weren;t fun times" She muttered, stumbling over forming words.

Saitou said, reaching over from his seat on the couch as he removed the beer from her hand before she spilled it.

"I think you've had enough for one night"

"Hey!" She said, and he was surprised by her quick reaction as she jumped at him. Taken aback by her quick reaction, Saitou leaned backwards, hitting the arm rest of the couch. Misao had already launched herself forward by this time and had practically crawled in his lap, to try and retrieve the beer, arms flailing, apparently unaware of her position.

"Get OFF of me" Saitou growled, pushing her away. No good. This only served to throw her off balance and she had to launch herself forward to avoid falling backwards. Thus she laid sprawled on his lap as Saitou looked down at her with outrage and disbelief that he had possibly gotten into this position. She squirmed and turned herself on her back as she looked up at him.

"Wowie" She said, green eyes large and wide. Saitou paused in his outburst, the look she was giving him throwing him off entirely. Damn it.

"You have perttyyy eyes…Anybody ever told ya that Saiiiiiiitou Kun?" Misao said with a wink.

"Kun? What the- No, you need to get off" Saitou said needing to get away from her this instant. Thus he pushed her off his lap and she fell to the floor.

"Ow-" She exclaimed and then she erupted into hiccupping giggles. "That'll bruise in the morning" She exclaimed between laughs. "Wanna see?" She asked, tugging on the bottom of her shirt

"NO!" He cried, getting up from the couch and pulling her up underneath her arms to get her to her feet.

"Whee!" She exclaimed leaning her entire weight back against him. Saitou grimaced, as he adjusted, keeping her as far away from him as he could.

"Awwss yer no fun Saiiitou Kun." Misao pouted nearly purred, as he dragged her across the living room.

"I'm aware of that. Go to bed" He said, maneuvering her, so he could open the door without her clinging bodily to him. He helped her inside.

"Awww I can't go ta sleep less you tuck me in" She said.

"Hell no" He told her simply, dropping her where she was and heading for the door.

Then he heard the sniffle. Damn it.

"Am…am I not pretty enough?" She blubbered, eyes filled with tears.

"Stop it!" Saitou launched towards her, cursing himself, but knowing that if she cried while drunk she probably wouldn't shut up. "On your feet." He said pulling her to her feet, and forcing her towards the bed. She warbled happily.

"Ya know normally when men take me to bed they do other things than sleeeeeppinnngg" She giggled.

Saitou didn't want to hear anymore. With one hand he opened up the covers and then lifted her, practically throwing her in the bed and throwing the covers over.

"Saaiiittouuuu Kun! You didn't tuck me in" She whimpered. Saitou grimaced. But he heard those sniffles again. Damn it all to hell and back again.

He turned and made his way tensely back to the bed, hating every step he took. Leaning down, he tersely tucked and blankets around her body, granted not gently or neatly. But just enough so she'd have the illusion of being tucked in, after all she was drunk. Unfortunately as he was leaning over, the little minx got it in her head to lean up and forward. Her arm wrapped around his neck, causing him to tense and freeze and she pulled him down to her level. Her breathe on his neck froze every motion and protest he had as he fought to gain some semblance of control over the situation. Why the hell was she sticking her face near his neck.

"Mmm….you smell like sandalwood…" She murmured, breathe hot on his lips. Green eyes looked up at him glinting with desire and Saitou nearly panicked. Then those green eyes fluttered and closed and her arm went limp. She fell back against the bed, passed out finally.

Saitou retreated quickly, left with troubling thoughts and memories, wondering if the girl would even remember what she'd done in the morning. Damn it, how had he let things get so out of hand? he knew letting her into this apartment had been a mistake.

Sanosuke hummed to himself as he set up the drink station and filled the water pitchers for quick grabbing. The glass door at the front jingled, and sano grabbed his rag, stuffing it behind the tie of his apron, making his way to the front. One Makimachi Misao stood in front of him, looking nice and polished in her uniform but when he caught one look at her eyes and expression he snickered.

"Good Morning sunshine" He told her with a grin.

"That's a bloody oxymoron, Rooster head." She groaned, taking a seat on the waiting benches, her restaurant shoes squeaking on the floor as she sat.

"You look like hell…I'm surprised you even came in like that, much less can manage big words." Sano told her, smirking.

She appropriately gave him the bird, as she clutched her aching head.

"Haha….so who did you get shit faced with last night?" He asked, taking a seat beside her and stretching his legs out, folding his arms behind his head. They had a few more minutes till opening so he wouldn't get in trouble.

"My roommate...I think?" She managed, green eyes looking utterly pathetic as they looked up at him.

"The crazy psycho cop? You drank with HIM?" Sano exclaimed, aghast.

Misao rolled her eyes. "He's really not that bad. I did wake up this morning in my bed, after all" She said with a small smile. That had been nice of him…she would have to thank him.

"But do you even remember what happened? What if he took advantage of you in your drunkenness or something?"

Green eyes darkened, taking on a haunted look, and Sano knew he'd said the wrong thing.

"Damn it, I'm sorry, I mean-" He stopped, his efforts futile.

"Ughh, C'mon lets get you a hangover cure!" He said grabbing her hand and hauling her up and towards the kitchen.

"What? Hey- Ow!" Misao complained as she was dragged along. "What the hell Sano!" She complained

"Hey Tsunan" Sano called. "We need your hangover cure"

"Again? Shit, Sano, you can't keep getting plastered and coming into work" The man called from behind the kitchen bar.

"It's not for me, it's for our newest employee." Sano retorted.

"Sano!" Misao hissed in a whisper. Did he have to tell complete strangers she was hungover!?

"I see." Tsunan said and set the glass on the bar that they picked up food from.

"And you might be?" He asked.

The man, apparently called tsunan from rooster head's comments earlier, had long black hair, and green eyes. He wore the chief's shirt and apron and slacks, his hair in a low ponytail along with an obnoxious hair band around his forehead.

He grinned. "If I wear this I wont have to wear a hairnet" He told her with a grin and a wink.

Misao turned her eyes to the glass he'd set.

"What's in it?" She asked as she picked it up.

"You don't want to know…just drink it and I promise you'll feel better" Sano told her.

"It's natural herbs, nothing illegal or anything, it's just to help with the after affects of a long night" Tsunan told her.

Misao sighed and gulped the stuff down. She choked, swallowing it all and then coughed.

"Yuuuuck!" She exclaimed, and Sano had a mug of soda on hand for her to wash the taste away.

"See Tsunan? I'm not the only one to hate the taste of that stuff. How do you feel Misao?" He asked her.

Surprisingly, Misao felt a lot better. "I've never known a hangover cure to actually work…Thanks Tsunan was it?" She asked.

"Yeah. And you're Misao?" He prompted.

She nodded.

"Looks like you've got a table, Misao" He told her with a grin.

Misao whisked out to go deal with her table. Sano lingered.

"She your newest pursuit of interest?" Tsunan asked as he threw the glass in the sink, and buttered the stove.

"Now why do you say something like that Tsunan?" Sano retorted, taking a sip.

"Because I know you" Tsunan retorted.

"Damn childhood…"Sano muttered.

"Even if I hadn't known you from childhood Sano you're predictable. So what are you gonna do about it?" Tsunan asked him.

Sano paused.

Tsunan chuckled. "She's got you speechless already? Man you're in deep"

"Oyeee! Shut up! I…nothing yet. Shes…skittish…not like the other ones ya know?"

"You mean Megumi?" Tsunan said, eyeing his friend.

Sano said nothing, brown eyes avoiding his green ones.

"She was never technically yours in the first place you know? She always had something with that Kanryuu guy." Tsunan reminded him, hoping to pull his childhood friend from his melancholy mood.

"It wasn't like that!" Sano retorted.

"Then how was it like?"

"I don't wanna talk about it" Sano said. Silence stretched, and Sano scratched his head.

"Looks like you've got a table too." Tsunan commented.

"Yea…See ya" Sano said trudging out of the kitchen, head down. Tsunan shook his head scraping the melted butter across the flat stove. The petite girl might be good for him, anything to pull him from the depression he was in.