In honor of my extremely happy mood, I present a new chapter! Thank you for the reviews. On a side note, if you guys like Yu Yu Hakusho I started two stories, Sakyou/Shizuru and Genkai/Toguro. Anyways onto the next chapter!
Fortunately for Saitō, his wife was asleep when he returned to their room. His son was also still soundly asleep, Tokio was always good at keeping her voice calm with him around. Saitō sighed taking his sword and leaned against the wall. He watched his wife for some time, he began to think about what she said. "You aren't invincible, Hajime, maybe men can't kill you but maybe one day those wounds will. Then what will I and your son have left?" Her words stung and he gritted his teeth as a low growl formed in his throat. "You can't live by Aku Soku Zan forever," His teeth were now clenched tightly down together, the fangs began to show in the moon light, his hand gripping his Katana ever so tightly, while his eyes kept on his wife and son. Saitō slid down against the wall, with the Katana leaning against the collar bone of his chest. Tokio's words kept running through his head, there was no escaping this, but his face fell stoic. Deep down Saitō knew, his wife was right, though it was hard for him to admit.
As he sat he began to fall asleep, the Katana never moving from its original position, he left against his body. The sleep he fallen into, was not a dream, but a nightmare.
Nightmare
Men come bursting into the home, Tokio, with Tsutomu in her arms and Eiji were sitting in the living room. The men are masked, but carry Katana's, a brut of a man, very muscular and filthy steps forward with his sword drawn. The sword is battered but intact, blood stains are clearly seared into the metal. Eiji picks up his sword that he seems to have inherited from a sword smith, ready and waits.
The brut man waits and Eiji steps infront of Tokio and Tsutomu, his teeth gritting together in fear. He is severely outnumber and knew he did not stand a chance.
"So where is the great Saitō Hajime? Not home I see, well I guess I will have to leave him a gift and a message to watch his back as the Black Dragons make their mark in Japanese History!" The man lunged forward and was too quick for Eiji to defend and was sliced upwards through his chest and partially detaching the arm. Eiji fell to the floor instantly. Tokio screamed as a sword pierced through her head and the blood starts to run down her face. Tsutomu begins to cry in his mothers bloody arms and is instantly silenced.
Saitō instantly woke from the nightmare with his Katana drawn in the Gatotsu stance. His breathing is heavy and drawn out. The sweat runs down his face as he looks around the room. He sees his wife still asleep and Tsutomu had begun to wake. He sighed deeply and re-sheeted the Katana and placed it leaning against the wall. Walking over to Tsutomu, he made sure the child was unharmed before picking him up. The boy was no longer restless in his father's arms Tsutomu stared into Saitō's eyes, having only seen a few times before he left.
Even seeing Saitō for the first time in a long while, Tsutomu was easily at rest and Saitō was relieved the boy would not scream for Tokio. He wasn't ready to face her, especially after his nightmare. Saitō took the boy outside of the room and into the kitchen. Tsutomu watched his carefully waiting to see what would happen. "Where is your food?" Saitō looked through the cupboards and groaned. It had been far too long since Saitō fed Tsutomu and couldn't remember where the food was. "Great, I don't want to wake Tokio, for this" But Saitō was becoming desperate as the look of his hungry son began to stare him down.
"You are my son, that look of your says it all" The stoic wolf finally gave in and went wake Tokio. As he stepped into the room and saw his wife sleeping, he didn't want to wake her, she barely got to rest since having to take care of Tsutomu by herself for so long and then both him and Eiji. Saitō was craving a cigarette again, cursing his habit, he walked over to the bed side.
"Tokio, wake up your son is hungry." She rolled away from Saitō's voice, and grunted "You feed him, he is your son" Saitō rolled his eyes. "I don't remember where his food is or how to make it, it has been a while."
She growled and sat up. Tsutomu and Saitō were both staring at her, Tsutomu more interested in food than anything else. She took Tsutomu and lowered part of her sleeping kimono and began to breast feed him. Saitō walked out of room, he could never get use to that no matter how natural it may have been.
Twenty minutes later Tsutomu had stopped eating and was ready to sleep once again. Tokio placed the child in his small bed and covered him. Kissing his head lightly, she walked out of her room and into the kitchen to have the smell of cigarettes seeping in through the window. She walked outside to see her husband putting out the cigarette. Saitō didn't turn to her and Tokio growled lightly in her throat.
"So not only are you self centered but, you are also inconsiderate" Her voice was filled with venom, apparently she had not calmed down from last night.
"Forgive me, I didn't know where anything was." His wife hated his smoking and he was already stressed again, wanting another one. "Not all of us can be a Buddha like you." He began to mock the Battousai's words. "You know how I am, Tokio, Aku Soku Zan is all that I have ever lived by and you always understood that sentiment"
"Ten years ago, I wouldn't have cared, but this is the Revolution anymore Saitō. This is the 11th year of the Meji. You have a family now, you have to keep that in mind. I am a strong woman and you know that, but I can't afford to lose you now, especially with Tsutomu and Eiji. Saitō why can't you see that you are the most important person in my life and your sons lives." Tokio's voice fell into despair at the thought of losing Saitō and his eyes were watching hers as they fell to the ground. She hated to show feelings cause Saitō was so stoic about everything. Tokio felt it to be weak and tried to regain her composure but was failing miserably.
"You and my sons, are important, but so is Aku Soku Zan. I'm the only one in this era who sees its corrupt and I can change that Tokio, look at the injustice we have look at how the government has corrupted even the good. How can I stand by and let it happen, how?" Tokio turned her face away, the tears brimming on the rim of her eyes, and her lip quivering. She said nothing and walked away. "Tokio," Saitō called out, and she stopped. "Maybe you should leave Saitō." He was caught off guard by that statement, his stoic expression changed to surprise.
"You can't be serious Tokio." He crossed his arms and his eyes narrowed greatly. "I am Saitō, go and leave, live by your Aku Soku Zan. That way no way can bother you, and you can have your justice" Saitō growled and uncrossed his arms. She was being just as stubborn as him and yet he couldn't give in. He was so comfortable with Aku Soku Zan, that to basically place it into second position was almost unheard of. But, he was being thrown out, away from the love of his wife and his sons. "I can't leave." His body became still, and tense.
"Why not, you seem to do it so well when it comes to work." Saitō turned his attention to the sky. He was being brutally attacked by the worse possible person, cause with her words alone, it stung more than any sword wound he had.
He looked back at her and sighed "You are right, I'm just to head strong to admit it" Tokio looked at Saitō and nodded her head in agreement. His lip limped out slightly as to give a hurt puppy dog look. Tokio laughed slightly and walked over. "That is a cute look" Saitō gave a smirk. "Only you ever see it and I would rather keep it that way."
"I'm still mad at you" Tokio said firmly and Saitō rolled his eyes. "Yes because coming over to me is your way of being mad. Would you like another sparring match?" She shook her head. "No, you cleaning the house is punishment enough for what you did." He groaned "I hate cleaning the house," She shrugged her shoulders. "Too bad, you married me, not some push over." She walked away and inside the house. Saitō grumbled as he walked over to the well and began to draw water. As the pale filled up, he walked inside with a broom and mop he found outside. He looked around the house, seeing the mess that was left over from the night before and however long before that. He sighed and began his work.