((AN: I really like how this is coming out *happy happy dance* I haven't
written anything so good in a while *points to crappy fics* Yea yea...I know!
*sticks her tongue out* Lemme alone! I just removed 2 of my stories *deep
sigh of sadness* they sucked anyway and it was with one of my made up
characters so nobody understood it anyways. Blahck It still sucks
though.*feels like she removed a kidney or something* O_o
I was looking over the 2nd chapter and I noticed one particular spelling error that stuck out "For a second she remembered long about something about Aoshi" *_* *flushes embarrased* Gomen!!!
I think I'm dislexic or something because I tend to type words backwords and sentences in backwords orders *still beet red*
Once again this story was inspired by and preread by Buffybot76 (my beta reader/muse/superhero ^_^) and also to give credit to all the other S&M fics out there, you guys put the ideas in my head and Buffy just poked me into writing one! *lol*
Enjoy!
Chibi Saitou- Hey Baka Sakuseisha (writer) you forgot something *cigarette burning*
Me- *eyes blink innocently* Oro?
CS- *grimaces* If you start acting like him I swear I'll Gatotsu your ass off FF.net, YOU know what I'm talking about! *smug smirk*
Me- *pout pout cry cry* I do not own Rk...
CS- *poke* OR?
Me- or ANY of it's characters or anything *grumpy* Ya happy now?))
"Baka Onna" Saitou complained, carrying armfuls of groceries. Misao giggled promptly as she was carrying the herbs that they needed and nothing else. The day with Saitou had proved....very interesting...She continued to laugh.
"Do you think you have ENOUGH to cook dinner ITACHI?' Saitou complained.
"Well there are 7 mouths to feed back at the Aoi-ya" Misao said smiling brightly. They were almost home. She almost regretted saying goodbye to Saitou as he had proven very helpful with her today, carrying groceries, and accompanying her to the market instead of her having to ask Aoshi. Almost, she reminded herself sharply. He was better company than Aoshi, but certainly more rude, pointing out every fault and negative thing about her along the way.
*But he had caught her before falling in the mud* she reminded herself flushing. She opened the gate at the Aoiya, entering into the garden. Okina was outside and greeted them.
"Konnichi wa Misao chan. I'm glad to see you didn't forget about dinner. We were afraid we'd have to let Aoshi cook tonight" Okina said with a smile. Saitou set the groceries down on a bench scowling fiercely and crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance.
"Ah Fujita san" Okina said, fully aware that he was dealing with the Mibu Wolf of the revolution. "I did not see you there for a second. To what do we owe this pleasant surprise?" Okina asked eyeing him suspiciously with his dark brown eyes. Saitou's eyebrow arched.
"I've been accompanying your Itachi, to hell and beyond Okina san" Saitou replied grimacing. Okina's eyes widened and he grinned.
"So our Misao chan gave you one heck of a hassle today then ne?" He said elbowing Saitou and winking. Misao flushed bright red, at Saitou's startled look.
"Iie, JIYA" Misao said sharply yanking the old man away from Saitou. "Sai- er Fujita san has merely been helping me purchase the groceries, and carry them home." Misao said, still bright red.
"Oh has he now? Well then I invite you to dine with us tonight Fujita san. It'd be our treat" Okina said. Misao turned a dark red.
"JIYA!!" She yelled. "Wouldn't that be RUDE asking more of Saito-er...Fujita' san's TIME?" She screamed. Saitou grinned.
"Nonsense" Okina chidded. "I'm sure Fujita san would appreciate a good meal. Our little Misao chan is an excellent cook" Okina said patting Misao on the head. Saitou full out laughed at the exasperated look on Misao's face, as she flushed furiously.
"Hai hai Okina san, Dinner would be most *pleasant*" Saitou replied flashing an evil grin at Misao. Misao rolled her eyes and flounced off with the groceries.
"JIYA...would you mind helping me TAKE the groceries IN, I need to TALK to you for a second" Misao said, and proceeded to berate Okina for his foolishness and meddling. And "How dare he offer food" and such. Saitou merely chuckled to himself, until he felt an ever annoying Ki in the air. Twin Kodachi were out in front of him now, along with one Shinomori Aoshi.
Saitou sighed.
"Shinomori" He acknowledged with a highly superior and amused smirk.
"Saitou" Aoshi nodded, not letting his Kodachi down.
"Is there something you needed Shinomori san? Because once again you are risking my offense with your toys" Saitou said, his gaze hardening and his hand going to his sword.
"Know this Saitou, while Okina may welcome you here with open arms, and may allow you to take Misao out around Kyoto. I do NOT." Shinomori said sheathing his Kodachi.
"Oh please Shinomori. Don't tell me your jealous?" Saitou said grinning. Ice blue eyes glared with hatred as his Kodachi met Saitou's Japanese sword. The harsh clang of steel, arose the senses of the Mibu wolf, as he attacked with much fury. Saitou disarmed one of the Kodachi, suffering a small slice to his shoulder, and parried the blow before Shinomori could do much more. They exchanging blows, Saitou far out mastered him and soon Shinomori was swordless with Saitou's Japanese sword at his throat. Aoshi stood standing, their eyes locked in hatred.
"Saitou san , are you allergic to- AHK!" Misao cried rushing between them. She muscled her way between Aoshi and Saitou.
"STOP this! NOW!" Misao demanded, eyes turning to jade, as Saitou shook off the effects the battle had on him and realized Misao was talking to him, rather than Shinomori. Her hand was on Saitou's sword arm and she glared fiercely back refusing to give in. Saitou chuckled.
"We were merely sparring Weasel, no need for concern. Your precious Aoshi sama wasn't harmed....much" Saitou replied sheathing his sword. Misao knew that Aoshi was more harmed in terms of his pride rather than his physical condition. Misao turned to go after Saitou and paused to turn back and help Aoshi. When she turned around, he was gone, along with his Kodachi. Misao sighed and continued after Saitou.
"Mou...Saitou! WHY did you do that?" Misao demanded catching his arm and forcing him to stop. Saitou took his hand back, but gave Misao a traditional smirk.
"Because Shinomori was being an Ass." He replied nonchalantly. Misao fumed.
"He's always an ASS. That's doesn't give you ANY right to start a fight at my home when you're getting food out of it!" Misao cried, and then flushed realizing what she'd said. Saitou chuckled.
"Shinomori was merely souting off things he couldn't live up to. He didn't appreciate it much when I refused to listen, and proved him wrong." Saitou replied, enjoying the infuriated look on her face.
"SAITOU! Just...Leave Aoshi alone ...Ok?" She asked, finally giving up, of sorts. She looked up at him, her green eyes frowning.
"Hai hai Itachi...go back to your kitchen" Saitou ordered grinning as she glared fiercely at him, but retreated. Saitou sat in the garden and watched the sun go down. It was dark by the time someone called him in. He was going to have dinner with the Oniwabanshuu. Taking a seat next to Misao, Saitou smirked, as Aoshi glared daggers at him. He merely smiled and seated himself as dinner was served. Dinner consisted of Miso soup to start with, Edamame, Tuna sashimi, rice, Gyoza, along with a bowl of soba with Saitou's meal.
(An: I have NO idea if this is what they ate intraditionail Meiji households. *dies* they're all really good japanese foods though! *personal favorites*. Ahhg! *ducks from flames* Don't flame me I burn!!!)
Saitou looked at the bowl in astonishment as Misao served up the food onto the table. So Itachi hadn't forgotten. He ate heartily and Misao was a much better cook than he had ever imagined. *Better than Tokio* His mind reminded him evily. For dessert Misao had fried various fruits in tempura. Including slices of peaches and banana. It was delicious. Saitou set his chopsticks down, unable to eat another bite as conversation went around the table, except of course from one Ice block glaring at him at the end of the table. Misao talked all through out the dinner about her day and the things she had seen at the market and what she was hoping to make the next time she went out. Saitou sat back and listened, half heartedly, a small grin crossing his feautres as the weasel talked. Finally it was time for him to leave.
"Oyasumi Nasai" Saitou bid, as he grabbed his sword.
"Misao chan, see our guest to the gate" Okina said. Misao got up from the table, and out of the blue Aoshi also rose to his feet. Misao flushed uncomfortably as she saw Aoshi get up. Recovering from her shock, she said nothing and followed Saitou out, as Aoshi followed her out. Misao couldn't help but feel awkward as She followed Saitou out the door and Aoshi, a few paces behind,came with them.
"It was delicious, Itachi, I might poke my head around here more often if this is how you cook" Saitou complimented her. Misao flushed and bowed deeply, in her ninja uniform.
"Thank you Saitou. Come again" She replied formally with grace and bowed. Saitou saluted, pulling out a cigarrette as Aoshi came to stand beside Misao, arms crossed and glaring daggers at Saitou.
"Oyasumi ice block" Saitou said lighting his cigarette and making his way down the road.
Misao closed the gate, hiding her small grin from Aoshi, who still following her as she stoppped at the bench.
"Did you need something Aoshi sama?" Misao asked slightly flustered by his stalking.
"Iie Misao, only to make sure that Saitou was leaving" Aoshi replied brushing past her. Misao couldn't hold her question.
"And what made you think he wasn't?" Misao asked angrily. Aoshi turned around and looked her up and down.
"Not all men, especially men in this age have good intentions Misao" Aoshi replied skalking off towards the Aoi-ya.
"And what THE HELL was that supposed to MEAN?" Misao muttered nearly running after him, but decided it would be better off not too. She didn't understand it! What was his problem? Why had Saitou fought Aoshi earlier? Why had he been glaring at Saitou the entire meal? Why did Aoshi follow her and Saitou out? He couldn't be jealous? Surely there was nothing to be jealous of! Misao flushed uncomfortably. Aoshi had never taken any special interest in her before. So why was he decideing now to be a nuisance? It made her feel terribly uncomfortable as she entered into the Aoi-ya to finish the dishes
Saitou sat drumming his fingers on his desk that morning, as he awaited the paperwork he was sure to recive from his incompetent officers. He pulled out a cigarette lighting it quickly as he puffed. He hadn't slept well last night, wondering what the hell Shinomori was pulling with a stunt like that! It wasn't ANY of his damn business to follow them out to the gate, and it certainly wasn't like he was going to make any advances on Itachi *not with Shinomori standing there anyways....you're just mad because you didn't get to try* his mind tormented.
He didn't care for Itachi. There. It was out in the open. *Now if only you meant it...*.
"Kuso....I can't get the damned Itachi out of my head!" Saitou muttered massauging his temples irritably. The knock on the door was the LAST thing he needed.
"Come in or Stay out, but make up your mind" Saitou snapped furious at the interuption. He accepted the paper work quickly, letting the officer know exactly what he thought. The officer that came in with the paperwork, left just as quickly at Saitou's impatience. Saitou was finally left alone in peace as he buried himself underneath the massive piles of paperwork. Paperwork was peaceful, he already knew all that he needed to know about each of the cases, and so he could add, to what he felt was an appropriate amount for the report, or shorten it, for those bumbling idiots who wasted words and precious paper. He scowled, reading through a complete fools work.
"A child could do better than this" he murmured.
Another Knock to the door brought up his attention. It wasn't one of his officers. His hand instantly went to the hilt of his Japanese sword, rising to his feet.Whoever it was their Ki was cloaked, sheilded from his senses. That took talent. His eyes darted left and right, sensing for any other disturbing Ki, that could mean an ambush.
"Come in" He ordered, standing at full attention.
Shinomori Aoshi walked in with his white trench coat on. He eyed Saitou with those ice cold blue eyes. Saitou eyed him wearily, wondering what he was up to now. *What the hell was he doing here?* Saitou cursed inwardly at the sheer annoyance. Not only was he tired, irritable, had to deal with the complete incompetent bumbling idiots of his workforce and THEIR PAPERWORK! But now he had Shinomori Ice block to deal with. Settling back into his chair he scowled.
"Saitou san" Aoshi nodded, acknowledging him.
"Don't you dare try to be a smart ass with me Ice block. I'm in NO mood to be trifled with. State your business or get the hell out of my office" Saitou snapped, lighting a cigarrette.
Aoshi smiled. Saitou simply stared at him emotionless, although truly it startled him to see the ice block smiling.
"Smiling doesn't suit you block head. You haven't said why you're here yet" Saitou replied, starting back in on his paperwork and flickingyet another cigarette but into the ash tray.
Aoshi took a seat, and watched in mild interest as Saitou filled another report. They might as well have left it blank, for all the proofing and rewriting he had to do. Saitou wanted to slash the desk and all it's paperwork in tiny tiny pieces and then hack it some more! He longed to set the whole damn building on fire, while mercilessly slaughtering his idiotic staff. Instead, he added to the pile of done reports, his scowl deepening as Shinomori really started to grate on his nerves. Were it any other day, Saitou would take his shit and give it back in full, if not more, but Saitou was loosing his patience by the seconds. His hand gripped the side of the desk with increasing force, as his other hand wrote.
Aoshi finally sighed. "Your life as an Officer seems to be full of interesting and...amusing" Shinomori could not help but smile at this "details, Saitou". *Damn him I oughta cut out every muscle from his body and beat him with his spinal cord* Saitou thought, infuriated.
"I cannot help but notice that your eyes have dark circles under them, Saitou san. Did you not sleep well?" Aoshi asked, furthering the seething look of those amber eyes.
"No Shinomori, I did NOT sleep well. You're observance is *most* impressive" Saitou replied sarcastically, finishing another report in haste.
"Perhaps you had troubling dreams? I understand, regarding your current predicaments" Aoshi said, coyly going around the subject. Saitou slammed his fist on the desk.
"Stop beating around the bush Shinomori, unless you plan on loosing an apendage" Saitou ordered, giving him the full glare of his dangerous amber eyes. Shinomori, stared at him for a while and then backed down, getting down to business.
"I know about your current problems Saitou. I believe you know what sort of predicament I'm in, but let me indulge you on specifics. Misao is technically the Okashira still of the Oniwabanshuu. Therefore I cannot myself disobey an order persay. I also cannot challenge her for the title of Okashira, seeing as how she has already committed to a previous battle."
"I'm crying for you, genuine tears, Shinomori. However, You still have yet to inform me *WHY* I should give a shit about your situation." Saitou snapped harshly, folding his hands together and leaning his chin on them, glaring.
Shinomori shrugged. "Perhaps it's of little consequence. I'm sorry for troubling you, Hajime san. I know you are a busy man" Aoshi said wistfully, rising to his feet and heading for the door.
"Stop pullying this rookie shit, and sit your ass back down. Shinomori" Saitou replied standing up.
"Such a temper Saitou. She really must have you riled up" Shinomori said slyly.
Saitou arched his eyebrow.
"Your situation with Tokio must be *most* distressing. Of course, there's always Misao to take away the added stress of your marriage. Misao is quite a charmer when she wants to be" Aoshi supplied him.
"You are a fool and your insults only go skin deep. Is this why you've come to me? To accuse me of trying to "have my way" with the little Itachi?"
"Not at all Saitou. I understand your predicament entirely. You are missing the comfort of a warm bed, with a warm body to share it with..."Aoshi led on. Saitou's sword was at his throat.
"Do not presume to know ANYTHING about me Shinomori. Tell me what you know and what you want and then get the hell out of my office" Saitou said, drawing blood from the wound to emphasize his point. Shinomori simply shurgged.
"As you wish" He replied nonchalantly. "I understand that your wife is hmmm how to put this nicely..."Missing in action" so to speak" He said letting his smile widen. Saitou gave no acknowledgement of the fact and simple stared, chin resting once again on his folded hands, elbows on his desk, sword sheathed.
"In either case, I have useful information as to her where-abouts...as well as her signifigant other, and I would gladly give them to you Saitou san, Only-"
"Only what?" Saitou said. His tone lacking any emotion or hint as to his true thoughts with in. His amber eyes glittered, as he stared.
"I'm in desperate need of the where abouts of Misao's duel. Even the people around the town refuse to cooperate seeing as how I'm not "the Okashira" therefore what good would the information do me? It's particularily a nuisance, but then I remembered that she'd talked with you previously. For quite a while as I seem to recall. That certainly must have been one of the conditions of your arrangements?" Shinomori finished, crossing his arms across his chest, waiting for Saitou's reply.
"What are you proposing?" Saitou asked, flicking his cigarrette into the ash tray again.
"I'm suggesting an exchange of information" Aoshi said simply.
Saitou had to think about this. Lighting up another cigarette he took a long drag, blowing it out into the air. Shinomori said nothing, although is obvious distaste of Saitou's habit was apparent.
"You're suggesting I give you detailed information on a marked case?" Saitou asked him staring directly into his eyes.
"Precisely" Aoshi replied, still waiting.
"So you're asking give me to you the information on a marked case that is *still* in action, for some personal information that could be *false*, that would lead me on some wild goose chase over Japan?" Saitou asked indredulously. "What sort of cop do you take me for Shinomori?" He demanded.
Aoshi's face flushed, the insult on his information apparent. He reached for his kodachi.
"I should arrest you here and now for trying to bribe an officer. If you draw those swords, Shinomori I will, and charge you with attemtping to assault a police officer and a high representative for the Meiji government as well. Get the hell out of my office. If I see you back around here, I won't heisitate to give you a intimate tour of the jail cells and the interrogation room" Saitou said vehemently insulted.
"It is a true tragedy that we could not understand each other Saitou san. Good day" Shinomori replied, pulling his trench coat on tighter, keeping his anger under tight reins.
"Bastard" Saitou murmured settling down to his paperwork again.
Misao awoke that morning rising early and putting on her training outfit. She hurried down the stairs, pleased that her bruises were all but hwealing and the cuts she'd had, especially the one she had above her eye were closing nicely. Misao jumped the last few, landing in a crouched position and jogging to the kitchen. She hummed merrily, cookied her up some breakfast, and made her way to the table to eat. Gobbling down her food, she cleaned her dishes at the sink drying them and putting them away. She was in a hurry to start her training. She had started some training yesterday and little bit last night before she went to bed, but she wanted to make sure she had ample time.
Misao exited the Aoi-ya heading for the training grounds. She had to work in the restaurant later on this afternoon, and so she would be busy taking orders and running around with dishes, leaving little time for training. She whistled as she walked, surprised that she hadn't seen Aoshi around this morning. He was always up early...where could he be? She shrugged. What business of hers was it on Aoshi's habits? She scowled, angrily thinking back to last now as she went through her forms.
What had Aoshi been thinking as she started into her jump kicks and roundhouses, throwing kunai every now and then at tragets placed up by Hannya and Beshimi. Her eyes watered and her heart constricted painfully, as she collapsed to her knees, out of breath. It had been so many years now since she had seen them. But it hadn't been Aoshi would had taught her how to throw Kunai. He had been a part of her instruction, but it had benn Hannya who had taken her under his wings, to teach her all of the arts she would need. She had slowly continued progressing, learning the moves, making her way through the major fighting forms, and learning the limited weapons that Hannya would agree to teach her. He had chosen kunai to keep her from the swords. That had distracted her long enough she admitted bitterly, wiping her tears. She couldn't let her mind get so distracted. She NEEDED to train.
Flowing back into her forms she worked herself exhausted. When she was done she was trembling from her effort. She heard the sound and felt his Ki before she saw him and she ran towards the gates and out of them, exhasution forgotten. Aoshi was coming back from town, and she planned to meet him in the street. She would make him breakfast she thought panting to catch her breath. She could see him, hands in his pocket and she smiled brightly.
"Aoshi sama!" She greeted merrily, picking up her pace. She topped short a few yards from him.
"Good morning Aoshi sama! Have you had a pleasant morning so far?" Misao asked, following alongside him stride for stride.
"Aa" He replied, his tone much deeper than usual.
"You're a terrible liar Aoshi sama. What's wrong?" Misao said frowning.
"Nothing that concerns you Misao" He replied, brushing her off and continueing on towards the Aoi-ya.
Misao felt the tears coming and bit her lip so hard that she could taste the blood, flowing into her mouth. She spit, furious, as the tears fell. He was so cold...always so cold and emotionless to her! Damn him! She thought angrily. I've wasted too many years following him like a little lost puppy. All those years....and for WHAT? To be ignored and tossed aside like the child they assumed she was? She was tired of it. She was tired of it all.
"Goodbye Aoshi sama" She whispered, wiping her tears. Goodbye dreams..
Then it struck her to the very core of her being. Aoshi had nothing to do in the marketplace. The only thing of any worth to Aoshi would be the Kyoto police department, 2 miles straight ahead on that road. Misao fell to her knees, finding it hard to breathe. What did Aoshi sama need from Saitou? More importantly what had Saitou told Aoshi sama? Did he know about her duel? Misao rose to her feet sprinting towards the police headquaters. She'd be damned if she wasn't going to find out. She prayed to any Kami sama that Saitou hadn't told him where and when her duel was!
Misao sprinted up the steps and brust through the double doors, out of breath. Every officer wihtin the building looked up from his desk staring at her. Misao flushed, embarrased but searched for Saitou through the sea of police officers. She couldn't see him. One of the officers was aproaching her, giving her an old look.
"Can I help you Kodomo chan?" The officer asked beding down to look her in the eye and giving her a friendly smile. Misao twitched.
"Ko-Kodomo chan?" She spluttered furious and turned bright red with rage.
"WHO'RE YOU CALLING A KODOMO CHAN YOU BAKA KAKYU (junior officer)." Misao cried, Kunai flying everywhere. The officer underweant a sea of turmoil as the officers tried to apprehend her.
Saitou grimaced as he heard loud noises coming from the other room. After several minutes of shouting, that only seemed to get worse, Saitou slammed down his paperwork with an irritated sigh, grabbed his sword, unsheathing it and opened the door.
"What the hell do you think you're-"
"KANSETSU TOBIKUNAI!" Misao cried Kunai flying everywhere and impaling officers shirts, sleeves and other attire to the walls.
Saitou narrowed his eyes deflecting an on coming Kunai with the hilt of his sword. It landed with a thunk on the wall beside him and his amber eyes hardened in seething fury. All the officers were trying to pounce and disarm the flailing, jumping, and flipping Misao. Saitou had had just about enough of this. Slamming his door in fury, he decided to use the set of lungs he'd been given. "EVERYONE STOP!" He cried, his voice echoeing through out the room, as all the officers came to stare at him and freeze. Misao was flipping through the air still and Saitou crossed the room yanking her braid and causing Misao to lose her balance, crashing to the floor. Picking her up by her collar he proceeded to take her roughly into his office, Slamming the door and plunking her in a chair, despite her protests. Saitou then opened the door.
"Back to work. ALL of you" He ordered menacingly, and a fair sound of clunking and writing and scuffling was heard. Saitou sighed, closing his door again and settling back at his desk. Misao was sitting in her chair glaring, and also staring at the floor, her cheeks flushed in fury, and also shame from what her finicky Ki was proving. She took deep breaths, trying to clam down. Saitou couldn't help but grin. She looked like she'd just been run over by an army, her clothes torn, her hair frazzled and her face flushed, eyes alight with passion from the fight.
Misao's glare deepened at that grin.
"Just what the hell is so funny?" She demanded, her eyes snapping up to glance sharply into his. He just continued to smirk and chuckled lightly.
"Only the fact that you look like you've been rolled in the dirt Itachi" Saitou replied, grabing her ripped sleeve and showing it to her. Misao flushed red with embarrasment, and made an effort to smoothe down her hair and wipe the sweat off her forehead.
"Why are you here Itachi? And why were you causing a scene and conflict with my officers?" Saitou demanded, his eyes narrowing at the little ninja girl. Misao glared her eyes turning jade in fury.
"One of your so called officers called me a child!" She spit, trembling with rage. Saitou's eyes widened and his eerrie laughter soon filled the room. Misao frowned, slightly frightened. Saitou stopped catching his breath. She never ceased to be amusing. A nuisance, but amusing nontheless.
"You shouldn't be acting like one if you don't want people to assume it" Saitou pointed out. Misao stuck her tongue out at him.
"My point proven, Why are you here?" He asked, sitting back in his desk and folding his hands on his lap. He wanted to hear this! He thought grinning wolfishly. Misao didn't pause of heisitate, however her eyes darkened slightly.
"Aoshi was here earlier." She said. This was a fact not a question.
"Yes? What about it?" Saitou replied eyeing her. Misao continued on Unabashed.
"What did you tell him Saitou?" Misao asked, her tone rising in urgency. She was so predicatable.
"Hmmm...thatsa good question Itachi....what would I tell the former Okashira of the Oniwabanshuu" Saitou replied throwing her own question back at her. Saitou saw tears force their way into her eyes. She blinked them back.
"Saitou! Did you tell him about the duel?" Misao cried and then bit her lip realizing what she'd done. Saitou grinned.
"No, but now that you mention it, something you failed to mention in the report, when was this duel supposed to take place?" Saitou questioned forcing her to look him in the eye.
Misao was caught within Saitou's amber depths, gazing forever into liquid glittering golde brown eyes. She caught her breath as she stared into them, trying to break the hold her had over her, and look away from his piercing gaze. Misao stayed silent and finaly Saitou sighed.
"Do I have to lock you up Itachi?"
"It's tommorrow. At the temple" She replied softly gazing at the floor.
"You realize I can't let you go on with this duel?" Saitou asked her, surprised that she had so easily given him the information. She nodded.
"And you're not going to argue with that?" Saitou asked, becoming more
unsettled. She shook her head.
"You surprise me Itachi. I didn't think you'd let this go so easily"
"Who said anything about letting the duel go?" Misao said with a smile.Saitou's eyes widened and then narrowed again.
"I'll stop you Itachi. You can't be breaking the law so flippantly." Saitou replied menacingly. Misao shrugged.
"I'll pay my sentence, as long as you don't tell Aoshi where the duel is, I don't mind." Misao replied.
"You're a fool"
"Defending honor isn't foolish Saitou. It's what an Okashira's honor is all about. If I didn't defend the honor of the Oniwabanshuu what sort of Okashira would I be?" Misao questioned.
"SHIMATTA!" Misao cried realizing the time. "I have to be down at the restuaraunt!" She cried, rushing out the door.
Saitou let her go, his admiration for the little ninja girl rising several notches.
"She wouldn't make a bad cop" Saitou muttered contemplating his next move with the situation at hand.
I was looking over the 2nd chapter and I noticed one particular spelling error that stuck out "For a second she remembered long about something about Aoshi" *_* *flushes embarrased* Gomen!!!
I think I'm dislexic or something because I tend to type words backwords and sentences in backwords orders *still beet red*
Once again this story was inspired by and preread by Buffybot76 (my beta reader/muse/superhero ^_^) and also to give credit to all the other S&M fics out there, you guys put the ideas in my head and Buffy just poked me into writing one! *lol*
Enjoy!
Chibi Saitou- Hey Baka Sakuseisha (writer) you forgot something *cigarette burning*
Me- *eyes blink innocently* Oro?
CS- *grimaces* If you start acting like him I swear I'll Gatotsu your ass off FF.net, YOU know what I'm talking about! *smug smirk*
Me- *pout pout cry cry* I do not own Rk...
CS- *poke* OR?
Me- or ANY of it's characters or anything *grumpy* Ya happy now?))
"Baka Onna" Saitou complained, carrying armfuls of groceries. Misao giggled promptly as she was carrying the herbs that they needed and nothing else. The day with Saitou had proved....very interesting...She continued to laugh.
"Do you think you have ENOUGH to cook dinner ITACHI?' Saitou complained.
"Well there are 7 mouths to feed back at the Aoi-ya" Misao said smiling brightly. They were almost home. She almost regretted saying goodbye to Saitou as he had proven very helpful with her today, carrying groceries, and accompanying her to the market instead of her having to ask Aoshi. Almost, she reminded herself sharply. He was better company than Aoshi, but certainly more rude, pointing out every fault and negative thing about her along the way.
*But he had caught her before falling in the mud* she reminded herself flushing. She opened the gate at the Aoiya, entering into the garden. Okina was outside and greeted them.
"Konnichi wa Misao chan. I'm glad to see you didn't forget about dinner. We were afraid we'd have to let Aoshi cook tonight" Okina said with a smile. Saitou set the groceries down on a bench scowling fiercely and crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance.
"Ah Fujita san" Okina said, fully aware that he was dealing with the Mibu Wolf of the revolution. "I did not see you there for a second. To what do we owe this pleasant surprise?" Okina asked eyeing him suspiciously with his dark brown eyes. Saitou's eyebrow arched.
"I've been accompanying your Itachi, to hell and beyond Okina san" Saitou replied grimacing. Okina's eyes widened and he grinned.
"So our Misao chan gave you one heck of a hassle today then ne?" He said elbowing Saitou and winking. Misao flushed bright red, at Saitou's startled look.
"Iie, JIYA" Misao said sharply yanking the old man away from Saitou. "Sai- er Fujita san has merely been helping me purchase the groceries, and carry them home." Misao said, still bright red.
"Oh has he now? Well then I invite you to dine with us tonight Fujita san. It'd be our treat" Okina said. Misao turned a dark red.
"JIYA!!" She yelled. "Wouldn't that be RUDE asking more of Saito-er...Fujita' san's TIME?" She screamed. Saitou grinned.
"Nonsense" Okina chidded. "I'm sure Fujita san would appreciate a good meal. Our little Misao chan is an excellent cook" Okina said patting Misao on the head. Saitou full out laughed at the exasperated look on Misao's face, as she flushed furiously.
"Hai hai Okina san, Dinner would be most *pleasant*" Saitou replied flashing an evil grin at Misao. Misao rolled her eyes and flounced off with the groceries.
"JIYA...would you mind helping me TAKE the groceries IN, I need to TALK to you for a second" Misao said, and proceeded to berate Okina for his foolishness and meddling. And "How dare he offer food" and such. Saitou merely chuckled to himself, until he felt an ever annoying Ki in the air. Twin Kodachi were out in front of him now, along with one Shinomori Aoshi.
Saitou sighed.
"Shinomori" He acknowledged with a highly superior and amused smirk.
"Saitou" Aoshi nodded, not letting his Kodachi down.
"Is there something you needed Shinomori san? Because once again you are risking my offense with your toys" Saitou said, his gaze hardening and his hand going to his sword.
"Know this Saitou, while Okina may welcome you here with open arms, and may allow you to take Misao out around Kyoto. I do NOT." Shinomori said sheathing his Kodachi.
"Oh please Shinomori. Don't tell me your jealous?" Saitou said grinning. Ice blue eyes glared with hatred as his Kodachi met Saitou's Japanese sword. The harsh clang of steel, arose the senses of the Mibu wolf, as he attacked with much fury. Saitou disarmed one of the Kodachi, suffering a small slice to his shoulder, and parried the blow before Shinomori could do much more. They exchanging blows, Saitou far out mastered him and soon Shinomori was swordless with Saitou's Japanese sword at his throat. Aoshi stood standing, their eyes locked in hatred.
"Saitou san , are you allergic to- AHK!" Misao cried rushing between them. She muscled her way between Aoshi and Saitou.
"STOP this! NOW!" Misao demanded, eyes turning to jade, as Saitou shook off the effects the battle had on him and realized Misao was talking to him, rather than Shinomori. Her hand was on Saitou's sword arm and she glared fiercely back refusing to give in. Saitou chuckled.
"We were merely sparring Weasel, no need for concern. Your precious Aoshi sama wasn't harmed....much" Saitou replied sheathing his sword. Misao knew that Aoshi was more harmed in terms of his pride rather than his physical condition. Misao turned to go after Saitou and paused to turn back and help Aoshi. When she turned around, he was gone, along with his Kodachi. Misao sighed and continued after Saitou.
"Mou...Saitou! WHY did you do that?" Misao demanded catching his arm and forcing him to stop. Saitou took his hand back, but gave Misao a traditional smirk.
"Because Shinomori was being an Ass." He replied nonchalantly. Misao fumed.
"He's always an ASS. That's doesn't give you ANY right to start a fight at my home when you're getting food out of it!" Misao cried, and then flushed realizing what she'd said. Saitou chuckled.
"Shinomori was merely souting off things he couldn't live up to. He didn't appreciate it much when I refused to listen, and proved him wrong." Saitou replied, enjoying the infuriated look on her face.
"SAITOU! Just...Leave Aoshi alone ...Ok?" She asked, finally giving up, of sorts. She looked up at him, her green eyes frowning.
"Hai hai Itachi...go back to your kitchen" Saitou ordered grinning as she glared fiercely at him, but retreated. Saitou sat in the garden and watched the sun go down. It was dark by the time someone called him in. He was going to have dinner with the Oniwabanshuu. Taking a seat next to Misao, Saitou smirked, as Aoshi glared daggers at him. He merely smiled and seated himself as dinner was served. Dinner consisted of Miso soup to start with, Edamame, Tuna sashimi, rice, Gyoza, along with a bowl of soba with Saitou's meal.
(An: I have NO idea if this is what they ate intraditionail Meiji households. *dies* they're all really good japanese foods though! *personal favorites*. Ahhg! *ducks from flames* Don't flame me I burn!!!)
Saitou looked at the bowl in astonishment as Misao served up the food onto the table. So Itachi hadn't forgotten. He ate heartily and Misao was a much better cook than he had ever imagined. *Better than Tokio* His mind reminded him evily. For dessert Misao had fried various fruits in tempura. Including slices of peaches and banana. It was delicious. Saitou set his chopsticks down, unable to eat another bite as conversation went around the table, except of course from one Ice block glaring at him at the end of the table. Misao talked all through out the dinner about her day and the things she had seen at the market and what she was hoping to make the next time she went out. Saitou sat back and listened, half heartedly, a small grin crossing his feautres as the weasel talked. Finally it was time for him to leave.
"Oyasumi Nasai" Saitou bid, as he grabbed his sword.
"Misao chan, see our guest to the gate" Okina said. Misao got up from the table, and out of the blue Aoshi also rose to his feet. Misao flushed uncomfortably as she saw Aoshi get up. Recovering from her shock, she said nothing and followed Saitou out, as Aoshi followed her out. Misao couldn't help but feel awkward as She followed Saitou out the door and Aoshi, a few paces behind,came with them.
"It was delicious, Itachi, I might poke my head around here more often if this is how you cook" Saitou complimented her. Misao flushed and bowed deeply, in her ninja uniform.
"Thank you Saitou. Come again" She replied formally with grace and bowed. Saitou saluted, pulling out a cigarrette as Aoshi came to stand beside Misao, arms crossed and glaring daggers at Saitou.
"Oyasumi ice block" Saitou said lighting his cigarette and making his way down the road.
Misao closed the gate, hiding her small grin from Aoshi, who still following her as she stoppped at the bench.
"Did you need something Aoshi sama?" Misao asked slightly flustered by his stalking.
"Iie Misao, only to make sure that Saitou was leaving" Aoshi replied brushing past her. Misao couldn't hold her question.
"And what made you think he wasn't?" Misao asked angrily. Aoshi turned around and looked her up and down.
"Not all men, especially men in this age have good intentions Misao" Aoshi replied skalking off towards the Aoi-ya.
"And what THE HELL was that supposed to MEAN?" Misao muttered nearly running after him, but decided it would be better off not too. She didn't understand it! What was his problem? Why had Saitou fought Aoshi earlier? Why had he been glaring at Saitou the entire meal? Why did Aoshi follow her and Saitou out? He couldn't be jealous? Surely there was nothing to be jealous of! Misao flushed uncomfortably. Aoshi had never taken any special interest in her before. So why was he decideing now to be a nuisance? It made her feel terribly uncomfortable as she entered into the Aoi-ya to finish the dishes
Saitou sat drumming his fingers on his desk that morning, as he awaited the paperwork he was sure to recive from his incompetent officers. He pulled out a cigarette lighting it quickly as he puffed. He hadn't slept well last night, wondering what the hell Shinomori was pulling with a stunt like that! It wasn't ANY of his damn business to follow them out to the gate, and it certainly wasn't like he was going to make any advances on Itachi *not with Shinomori standing there anyways....you're just mad because you didn't get to try* his mind tormented.
He didn't care for Itachi. There. It was out in the open. *Now if only you meant it...*.
"Kuso....I can't get the damned Itachi out of my head!" Saitou muttered massauging his temples irritably. The knock on the door was the LAST thing he needed.
"Come in or Stay out, but make up your mind" Saitou snapped furious at the interuption. He accepted the paper work quickly, letting the officer know exactly what he thought. The officer that came in with the paperwork, left just as quickly at Saitou's impatience. Saitou was finally left alone in peace as he buried himself underneath the massive piles of paperwork. Paperwork was peaceful, he already knew all that he needed to know about each of the cases, and so he could add, to what he felt was an appropriate amount for the report, or shorten it, for those bumbling idiots who wasted words and precious paper. He scowled, reading through a complete fools work.
"A child could do better than this" he murmured.
Another Knock to the door brought up his attention. It wasn't one of his officers. His hand instantly went to the hilt of his Japanese sword, rising to his feet.Whoever it was their Ki was cloaked, sheilded from his senses. That took talent. His eyes darted left and right, sensing for any other disturbing Ki, that could mean an ambush.
"Come in" He ordered, standing at full attention.
Shinomori Aoshi walked in with his white trench coat on. He eyed Saitou with those ice cold blue eyes. Saitou eyed him wearily, wondering what he was up to now. *What the hell was he doing here?* Saitou cursed inwardly at the sheer annoyance. Not only was he tired, irritable, had to deal with the complete incompetent bumbling idiots of his workforce and THEIR PAPERWORK! But now he had Shinomori Ice block to deal with. Settling back into his chair he scowled.
"Saitou san" Aoshi nodded, acknowledging him.
"Don't you dare try to be a smart ass with me Ice block. I'm in NO mood to be trifled with. State your business or get the hell out of my office" Saitou snapped, lighting a cigarrette.
Aoshi smiled. Saitou simply stared at him emotionless, although truly it startled him to see the ice block smiling.
"Smiling doesn't suit you block head. You haven't said why you're here yet" Saitou replied, starting back in on his paperwork and flickingyet another cigarette but into the ash tray.
Aoshi took a seat, and watched in mild interest as Saitou filled another report. They might as well have left it blank, for all the proofing and rewriting he had to do. Saitou wanted to slash the desk and all it's paperwork in tiny tiny pieces and then hack it some more! He longed to set the whole damn building on fire, while mercilessly slaughtering his idiotic staff. Instead, he added to the pile of done reports, his scowl deepening as Shinomori really started to grate on his nerves. Were it any other day, Saitou would take his shit and give it back in full, if not more, but Saitou was loosing his patience by the seconds. His hand gripped the side of the desk with increasing force, as his other hand wrote.
Aoshi finally sighed. "Your life as an Officer seems to be full of interesting and...amusing" Shinomori could not help but smile at this "details, Saitou". *Damn him I oughta cut out every muscle from his body and beat him with his spinal cord* Saitou thought, infuriated.
"I cannot help but notice that your eyes have dark circles under them, Saitou san. Did you not sleep well?" Aoshi asked, furthering the seething look of those amber eyes.
"No Shinomori, I did NOT sleep well. You're observance is *most* impressive" Saitou replied sarcastically, finishing another report in haste.
"Perhaps you had troubling dreams? I understand, regarding your current predicaments" Aoshi said, coyly going around the subject. Saitou slammed his fist on the desk.
"Stop beating around the bush Shinomori, unless you plan on loosing an apendage" Saitou ordered, giving him the full glare of his dangerous amber eyes. Shinomori, stared at him for a while and then backed down, getting down to business.
"I know about your current problems Saitou. I believe you know what sort of predicament I'm in, but let me indulge you on specifics. Misao is technically the Okashira still of the Oniwabanshuu. Therefore I cannot myself disobey an order persay. I also cannot challenge her for the title of Okashira, seeing as how she has already committed to a previous battle."
"I'm crying for you, genuine tears, Shinomori. However, You still have yet to inform me *WHY* I should give a shit about your situation." Saitou snapped harshly, folding his hands together and leaning his chin on them, glaring.
Shinomori shrugged. "Perhaps it's of little consequence. I'm sorry for troubling you, Hajime san. I know you are a busy man" Aoshi said wistfully, rising to his feet and heading for the door.
"Stop pullying this rookie shit, and sit your ass back down. Shinomori" Saitou replied standing up.
"Such a temper Saitou. She really must have you riled up" Shinomori said slyly.
Saitou arched his eyebrow.
"Your situation with Tokio must be *most* distressing. Of course, there's always Misao to take away the added stress of your marriage. Misao is quite a charmer when she wants to be" Aoshi supplied him.
"You are a fool and your insults only go skin deep. Is this why you've come to me? To accuse me of trying to "have my way" with the little Itachi?"
"Not at all Saitou. I understand your predicament entirely. You are missing the comfort of a warm bed, with a warm body to share it with..."Aoshi led on. Saitou's sword was at his throat.
"Do not presume to know ANYTHING about me Shinomori. Tell me what you know and what you want and then get the hell out of my office" Saitou said, drawing blood from the wound to emphasize his point. Shinomori simply shurgged.
"As you wish" He replied nonchalantly. "I understand that your wife is hmmm how to put this nicely..."Missing in action" so to speak" He said letting his smile widen. Saitou gave no acknowledgement of the fact and simple stared, chin resting once again on his folded hands, elbows on his desk, sword sheathed.
"In either case, I have useful information as to her where-abouts...as well as her signifigant other, and I would gladly give them to you Saitou san, Only-"
"Only what?" Saitou said. His tone lacking any emotion or hint as to his true thoughts with in. His amber eyes glittered, as he stared.
"I'm in desperate need of the where abouts of Misao's duel. Even the people around the town refuse to cooperate seeing as how I'm not "the Okashira" therefore what good would the information do me? It's particularily a nuisance, but then I remembered that she'd talked with you previously. For quite a while as I seem to recall. That certainly must have been one of the conditions of your arrangements?" Shinomori finished, crossing his arms across his chest, waiting for Saitou's reply.
"What are you proposing?" Saitou asked, flicking his cigarrette into the ash tray again.
"I'm suggesting an exchange of information" Aoshi said simply.
Saitou had to think about this. Lighting up another cigarette he took a long drag, blowing it out into the air. Shinomori said nothing, although is obvious distaste of Saitou's habit was apparent.
"You're suggesting I give you detailed information on a marked case?" Saitou asked him staring directly into his eyes.
"Precisely" Aoshi replied, still waiting.
"So you're asking give me to you the information on a marked case that is *still* in action, for some personal information that could be *false*, that would lead me on some wild goose chase over Japan?" Saitou asked indredulously. "What sort of cop do you take me for Shinomori?" He demanded.
Aoshi's face flushed, the insult on his information apparent. He reached for his kodachi.
"I should arrest you here and now for trying to bribe an officer. If you draw those swords, Shinomori I will, and charge you with attemtping to assault a police officer and a high representative for the Meiji government as well. Get the hell out of my office. If I see you back around here, I won't heisitate to give you a intimate tour of the jail cells and the interrogation room" Saitou said vehemently insulted.
"It is a true tragedy that we could not understand each other Saitou san. Good day" Shinomori replied, pulling his trench coat on tighter, keeping his anger under tight reins.
"Bastard" Saitou murmured settling down to his paperwork again.
Misao awoke that morning rising early and putting on her training outfit. She hurried down the stairs, pleased that her bruises were all but hwealing and the cuts she'd had, especially the one she had above her eye were closing nicely. Misao jumped the last few, landing in a crouched position and jogging to the kitchen. She hummed merrily, cookied her up some breakfast, and made her way to the table to eat. Gobbling down her food, she cleaned her dishes at the sink drying them and putting them away. She was in a hurry to start her training. She had started some training yesterday and little bit last night before she went to bed, but she wanted to make sure she had ample time.
Misao exited the Aoi-ya heading for the training grounds. She had to work in the restaurant later on this afternoon, and so she would be busy taking orders and running around with dishes, leaving little time for training. She whistled as she walked, surprised that she hadn't seen Aoshi around this morning. He was always up early...where could he be? She shrugged. What business of hers was it on Aoshi's habits? She scowled, angrily thinking back to last now as she went through her forms.
What had Aoshi been thinking as she started into her jump kicks and roundhouses, throwing kunai every now and then at tragets placed up by Hannya and Beshimi. Her eyes watered and her heart constricted painfully, as she collapsed to her knees, out of breath. It had been so many years now since she had seen them. But it hadn't been Aoshi would had taught her how to throw Kunai. He had been a part of her instruction, but it had benn Hannya who had taken her under his wings, to teach her all of the arts she would need. She had slowly continued progressing, learning the moves, making her way through the major fighting forms, and learning the limited weapons that Hannya would agree to teach her. He had chosen kunai to keep her from the swords. That had distracted her long enough she admitted bitterly, wiping her tears. She couldn't let her mind get so distracted. She NEEDED to train.
Flowing back into her forms she worked herself exhausted. When she was done she was trembling from her effort. She heard the sound and felt his Ki before she saw him and she ran towards the gates and out of them, exhasution forgotten. Aoshi was coming back from town, and she planned to meet him in the street. She would make him breakfast she thought panting to catch her breath. She could see him, hands in his pocket and she smiled brightly.
"Aoshi sama!" She greeted merrily, picking up her pace. She topped short a few yards from him.
"Good morning Aoshi sama! Have you had a pleasant morning so far?" Misao asked, following alongside him stride for stride.
"Aa" He replied, his tone much deeper than usual.
"You're a terrible liar Aoshi sama. What's wrong?" Misao said frowning.
"Nothing that concerns you Misao" He replied, brushing her off and continueing on towards the Aoi-ya.
Misao felt the tears coming and bit her lip so hard that she could taste the blood, flowing into her mouth. She spit, furious, as the tears fell. He was so cold...always so cold and emotionless to her! Damn him! She thought angrily. I've wasted too many years following him like a little lost puppy. All those years....and for WHAT? To be ignored and tossed aside like the child they assumed she was? She was tired of it. She was tired of it all.
"Goodbye Aoshi sama" She whispered, wiping her tears. Goodbye dreams..
Then it struck her to the very core of her being. Aoshi had nothing to do in the marketplace. The only thing of any worth to Aoshi would be the Kyoto police department, 2 miles straight ahead on that road. Misao fell to her knees, finding it hard to breathe. What did Aoshi sama need from Saitou? More importantly what had Saitou told Aoshi sama? Did he know about her duel? Misao rose to her feet sprinting towards the police headquaters. She'd be damned if she wasn't going to find out. She prayed to any Kami sama that Saitou hadn't told him where and when her duel was!
Misao sprinted up the steps and brust through the double doors, out of breath. Every officer wihtin the building looked up from his desk staring at her. Misao flushed, embarrased but searched for Saitou through the sea of police officers. She couldn't see him. One of the officers was aproaching her, giving her an old look.
"Can I help you Kodomo chan?" The officer asked beding down to look her in the eye and giving her a friendly smile. Misao twitched.
"Ko-Kodomo chan?" She spluttered furious and turned bright red with rage.
"WHO'RE YOU CALLING A KODOMO CHAN YOU BAKA KAKYU (junior officer)." Misao cried, Kunai flying everywhere. The officer underweant a sea of turmoil as the officers tried to apprehend her.
Saitou grimaced as he heard loud noises coming from the other room. After several minutes of shouting, that only seemed to get worse, Saitou slammed down his paperwork with an irritated sigh, grabbed his sword, unsheathing it and opened the door.
"What the hell do you think you're-"
"KANSETSU TOBIKUNAI!" Misao cried Kunai flying everywhere and impaling officers shirts, sleeves and other attire to the walls.
Saitou narrowed his eyes deflecting an on coming Kunai with the hilt of his sword. It landed with a thunk on the wall beside him and his amber eyes hardened in seething fury. All the officers were trying to pounce and disarm the flailing, jumping, and flipping Misao. Saitou had had just about enough of this. Slamming his door in fury, he decided to use the set of lungs he'd been given. "EVERYONE STOP!" He cried, his voice echoeing through out the room, as all the officers came to stare at him and freeze. Misao was flipping through the air still and Saitou crossed the room yanking her braid and causing Misao to lose her balance, crashing to the floor. Picking her up by her collar he proceeded to take her roughly into his office, Slamming the door and plunking her in a chair, despite her protests. Saitou then opened the door.
"Back to work. ALL of you" He ordered menacingly, and a fair sound of clunking and writing and scuffling was heard. Saitou sighed, closing his door again and settling back at his desk. Misao was sitting in her chair glaring, and also staring at the floor, her cheeks flushed in fury, and also shame from what her finicky Ki was proving. She took deep breaths, trying to clam down. Saitou couldn't help but grin. She looked like she'd just been run over by an army, her clothes torn, her hair frazzled and her face flushed, eyes alight with passion from the fight.
Misao's glare deepened at that grin.
"Just what the hell is so funny?" She demanded, her eyes snapping up to glance sharply into his. He just continued to smirk and chuckled lightly.
"Only the fact that you look like you've been rolled in the dirt Itachi" Saitou replied, grabing her ripped sleeve and showing it to her. Misao flushed red with embarrasment, and made an effort to smoothe down her hair and wipe the sweat off her forehead.
"Why are you here Itachi? And why were you causing a scene and conflict with my officers?" Saitou demanded, his eyes narrowing at the little ninja girl. Misao glared her eyes turning jade in fury.
"One of your so called officers called me a child!" She spit, trembling with rage. Saitou's eyes widened and his eerrie laughter soon filled the room. Misao frowned, slightly frightened. Saitou stopped catching his breath. She never ceased to be amusing. A nuisance, but amusing nontheless.
"You shouldn't be acting like one if you don't want people to assume it" Saitou pointed out. Misao stuck her tongue out at him.
"My point proven, Why are you here?" He asked, sitting back in his desk and folding his hands on his lap. He wanted to hear this! He thought grinning wolfishly. Misao didn't pause of heisitate, however her eyes darkened slightly.
"Aoshi was here earlier." She said. This was a fact not a question.
"Yes? What about it?" Saitou replied eyeing her. Misao continued on Unabashed.
"What did you tell him Saitou?" Misao asked, her tone rising in urgency. She was so predicatable.
"Hmmm...thatsa good question Itachi....what would I tell the former Okashira of the Oniwabanshuu" Saitou replied throwing her own question back at her. Saitou saw tears force their way into her eyes. She blinked them back.
"Saitou! Did you tell him about the duel?" Misao cried and then bit her lip realizing what she'd done. Saitou grinned.
"No, but now that you mention it, something you failed to mention in the report, when was this duel supposed to take place?" Saitou questioned forcing her to look him in the eye.
Misao was caught within Saitou's amber depths, gazing forever into liquid glittering golde brown eyes. She caught her breath as she stared into them, trying to break the hold her had over her, and look away from his piercing gaze. Misao stayed silent and finaly Saitou sighed.
"Do I have to lock you up Itachi?"
"It's tommorrow. At the temple" She replied softly gazing at the floor.
"You realize I can't let you go on with this duel?" Saitou asked her, surprised that she had so easily given him the information. She nodded.
"And you're not going to argue with that?" Saitou asked, becoming more
unsettled. She shook her head.
"You surprise me Itachi. I didn't think you'd let this go so easily"
"Who said anything about letting the duel go?" Misao said with a smile.Saitou's eyes widened and then narrowed again.
"I'll stop you Itachi. You can't be breaking the law so flippantly." Saitou replied menacingly. Misao shrugged.
"I'll pay my sentence, as long as you don't tell Aoshi where the duel is, I don't mind." Misao replied.
"You're a fool"
"Defending honor isn't foolish Saitou. It's what an Okashira's honor is all about. If I didn't defend the honor of the Oniwabanshuu what sort of Okashira would I be?" Misao questioned.
"SHIMATTA!" Misao cried realizing the time. "I have to be down at the restuaraunt!" She cried, rushing out the door.
Saitou let her go, his admiration for the little ninja girl rising several notches.
"She wouldn't make a bad cop" Saitou muttered contemplating his next move with the situation at hand.