((AN: FINALLY!!! We're getting to the part I really wanted to write. I
apologize for the previous chapter. I didn't mean to portray Aoshi that
harshly. But once again to suit my own evil purposes (BWAHAHA) I had to
make him a bit cruel. *song got to be cruel to be kind pops into my head*
GAH!
Anywho! Enjoy! I don't own anything and I have no money!
To those of you asking about my punctuation and lack of "ENTER SKILLZ" It's not my fault. It's correctly punctuated WITH enters on my computer. For some reason FF.net doesn't recognize it when I upload the document. Gomen NASAI!!!! I promise I know how to use enters!!!
Thank you for calling the terribleness of the 3rd chapter to my attention. I fixed it....although spelling errors are still there at least it's not *too* terrible *wince*
Buffybot76- You stinkin rock! Her birthday was the 25th by the way!
Seifuku- Uniform
** are for thoughts and emphasis on words)
Misao wrapped her arms tightly with the black binding. The morning sunlight shone brightly through her room giving her a eerie glow. She had donned the traditional black/blue seifuku of the Oniwabanshuu Okashira. She'd put her hair in the typical high pony tail any other Okashira would wear with the exception of braiding it. She pulled the scarf around her face to cover it. Just the way Aoshi sama used to, she remembered, much to her dismay. She had already wrapped both ankles tightly, and the pant legs of the seifuku covered it effectively. She pulled the belts around her waist tighter, hopeing to qualm some of her anxiety with the pressure.
She eyed the storage room for weapons. The storage room held the seifuku and all the weapons traditional to the Oniwabanshuu. She had always carried her training kunai with her. Those ones didn't matter if they were lost. Now she searched for hers. Inspecting the boxes and finding the correct one, she pulled out her formal Kunai. She had four sets of them and she placed these in all areas of her seifuku. She carried an old ceremonial sword she'd found that would pass for her uses. She'd need all the weapons she could get. She grabbed a dagger and paced it between her chest bindings for easy access. And continued placing various kunai.
She walked down the stairs with the dignity and spirit a Okashira would have, even if it wasn't "the truth". Everyone looked up.
"Misao chan! What do you think you are doing?" Okina demanded as he saw her attire.
"I'm eating breakfast Okina" Misao replied calmly, although slightly muffled through the skarf.
"You know what I am talking about child!" Okina scolded grabbing her arm.
"I'm afraid I do not Okina" Misao replied, eyes narrowing dangerously as she yanked her arm back.
"This! This uniform you're wearing! Take it off this instant!" Okina demanded pointing at her attire.
"No" Misao replied calmly. "I have a duel to fight and I will go dressed as proper an Okashira as I can manage. "
Okina's eyes widened in astonishment.
"Misao Chan, I should have never allowed you to wander in with Hannya and Aoshi while they were training. Kami sama forgive me, but I didn't see the harm in it at the time." Okina muttered bowing his head gravely.
"Misao, Take off that uniform *Now*. It's time you started to become a woman. This is not a game anymore" Okina ordered, dark eyes narrowing.
Misao stiffened. His words stung, but Misao had been prepared for this.
"No" Misao replied simply, and grabbed a peach to munch on.
Okina threw his hat to the floor.
"Misao this is an outrage! You are directly defying me child! If you walk out the gates to the Aoi-ya you can never return. Do you understand me?" Okina cried. Misao took one last look at him
Within her green eyes Okina saw years and years of wisdom that hadn't been there the day before. His eyes widened and he already felt the tears coming. His little Misao chan had grown old and weary over night. As the tears streamed down his cheeks, He saw in her eyes one who knows death, and rides out to meet him. And with those jade green eyes, Misao gave one last sad farewell.
"I understand Jiya.....Sayonara" Misao said softly, and made her way out the shouji door. Okina stood there speechless.
Misao sighed deeply. Kami sama that had been hard!
She made her way to the last stop she had to make. She wandered through the forests, climbing her way up the path. Many a time she'd come here, especially after Aoshi had come home. Her friends presence comforted her, even in death they supported her. She knelt down by their graves and prayed first. She could hear the birds chirping and smelt the cool clean air. It was crisp, still being early. It was a beautiful day. It would suit her to die on this day if she must.
She placed her head against the cool stone of Hannya's grave. She couldn't help the tears that fell.
"My first battle Hannya.....you remember all those years ago I said I'd be as strong as Aoshi sama." Misao paused, sniffling.
"Well...I'm not. I could very well die today. But I want you to know that I'm ok with that. I miss you all so much that it hurts. It's like there's still a part of me missing. Like there always will be "She said wiping her tears.
"But I will not shame the Oniwabanshuu." She whispered fiercely. "I will fight bravely." It was then that she felt his Ki.
"Strong words, Misao" She heard his voice and froze. She trembled, unable to look at him.
"Don't go through with this. You're afraid, Misao. You don't have to defend the honor of the Oniwabanshuu. They wouldn't have wanted this. I had to learn this the hard way. Let their death's be an example for you." His voice whispered, softly. His voice was so caring, so understanding.
"I-"Misao started.
"Misao" Aoshi's hand touched her shoulder.
Misao recoiled from his touch. Something was wrong! What was he doing?
"A-aoshi...." Misao stuttered, wondering what was wrong with him. He had never given her the time of day before now.
"Misao....I don't want you to get hurt. Honor isn't what's important. They would've wanted you to live! They wouldn't have expected you to go through with such a fight. I lost them to my own honor." Aoshi admitted guiltily
"Already Okina is grieving over you like your dead. Please. For everyone. For Okina, Okon, Omasu, Shiro and Kuro....Please come home." Aoshi pleaded, his blue eyes softening.
Misao eyed him, perplexed, and suddenly feeling her face grow very warm. Aoshi had never treated her with such kindness. He came towards her slowly, bridging the distance between them. Misao couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Aoshi sama was approaching her.
"And finally Misao mine" He whispered passionately, removing her scarf. "For me"
Aoshi's lips seized hers, pulling her tightly into his embrace.
Misao felt his lips claim hers. She felt him bring her close. Her mind screamed in exultant victory. Finally she had what she had always wanted. Finally Aoshi sama was hers! She could return home and be with him always! She had dreamed of this moment since she was 5 years old. As far back as she could think, she had wanted Aoshi sama to be her first kiss. To admit his undying love for her. To do something in the smallest possible way to let her know of his affections for her. Finally he had told her just how he felt. Misao could return with him....
and then she remembered what she had come to do.
The terrible pain at the realization of what Aoshi was trying to do, hit her like a dagger in her chest. She collapsed, falling out of Aoshi's arms and onto her knees, bowing her head to hide the fierce pain that shot through her, and hide the tears of shame. But....but why? How could he? Why would he do something so ....so cruel? *because he's never changed* her mind retorted, filling in the explanation. Misao's tears hadn't left her eyes, but dried as they turned a dark jade. How DARE he!
"No" Misao whispered, her voice emotionless. The tears she felt, never came, replaced with an anger so intense that Misao couldn't express it.
"No?" Aoshi asked incredulously.
"NO!" Misao cried, on her feet and whirling on him.
"I will NOT be distratced Aoshi! How DARE you! Did Okina put you up to this?" Misao spluttered, green eyes darkening to dark blue ocean waves.
Aoshi had never seen her so furious. She trembled with rage, as she glared at him.
"Okina asked me to bring you back" Aoshi replied. "I had hoped that this would distract you, and keep you from- " Aoshi had replied, before he had felt the sting of her hand. The skin stung still as she glared up at him. She was still trembling.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" Misao cried. Aoshi's blue eyes hardened to ice.
"I thought it would work" Aoshi said simply.
"I hate you Aoshi. I HATE YOU!" She replied venemously.
"You need to return home Misao" Aoshi replied.
"As Okashira I order you to return home without me" Misao replied.
"You are not the Okashira" Aoshi said.
"You have not taken the title away from me" Misao stated simply. "And you can't take the title away from me until I fight in this duel, because of the code of the Oniwabanshuu."
Aoshi's eyes were still as hard as ice. "What do you mean?"
Misao's grin was from ear to ear. "It states in the codes of the Oniwabanshuu that you cannot challenge me to a duel until I have completed the first one, or died. "
"Should you try something so dishonorable you could be expelled as a member of the Oniwabanshuu. Shame and dishonor forever. And what would Jiya think?" Misao added.
Aoshi's fists were clenched in sheer fury.
"Go Home Aoshi" Misao said firmly, grabbing her scarf and leaving.
"And if I don't?" Aoshi asked, eyes hard.
Misao simply looked at him. "You're in no condition to fight Aoshi sama" Misao mocked.
"Your shoulder is still damaged"
"Even injured, you're no match for me" Aoshi replied.
"Ah but you've forgotten one key problem Aoshi sama. If you fight me, especially here, not only do you dishonor the DEAD, but you will bring shame to our clan for fighting a girl, and Jiya's granddaughter." Misao replied, a smirk, very much like Saitou's reaching her lips. "One way or another, I still win Aoshi."
"Go home" She ordered.
Aoshi, fists clenched in fury, left.
Saitou sat in his office contemplating his situation. He had already fought with Shinomori, essentially loosing his ties with the Oniwabanshuu. He took a long drag of his cigarette. What had posessed him to start a fight with the ice block?
*Her* his mind replied.
Saitou scowled, staring at the walls of his shack office. The fact that the Oniwabanshuu hadn't really done anything for her, knowing she was in danger had infuriated him to the point of threatening Okina. Then of course the ice block had challenged him and Saitou handed him his ass on a platter. He took a very long drag of his cigarette as his thoughts continued on.Saitou's scowl doubled.
Today was the day at the temple. Today was the day Misao would either honor the Oniwabanshuu codes as "Okashira", or die. Saitou took another deep drag of his cigarette as he weighed his options. Although it was technically illegal, if he interfered with her fight, he'd have gangs start coming after him, and the sheer annoyance of it all, having to wake up in the middle of the night and spill their blood, would be more of a nuisance than anything else. Plus Itachi would never forgive him. She'd take it as a personal offence and annoy him the rest of his life. 2 annoyances, making for a terrible decision on his part.
WHAT did THAT matter? Itachi was just another person he had to keep out of trouble. She caused more trouble than she solved, and she continued to be a nuisance as she grew.
*Then why did you help her in the market place?*
He was trying to figure out what she was up to, Saitou tried to justify.
*So why did you help her in the alley?*
He would've done that for anybody. Any other person who'd been hurt and bleeding.
*So why are you helping her commit her crime?*
Saitou slammed his fists on the desk, rising to his feet to pace. The hell he was helping her! How could he be helping her if she was doing all the fighting herself? Saitou sneered as he analyzed his situation. He was helping her....by doing nothing at all. He knew exactly what she was doing, and that it was illegal and he wasn't doing a damn thing about it. Irritated beyond all belief by his realization he proceeded with his choice of options.
He couldn't with just concience treat Itachi any differently then any other criminal. By his followings of Aku Zoku San, If he knew about any other criminal and their activity, he would put a stop to it. Justified in his mind and actions, Saitou flicked his cigarette butt in his ask tray, grinding it with his thumb and grabbed his sword. He headed over to the temple. His hand gripped his sword hilt as he swore. The marketplace was packed.
Trying to force his way through the marketplace turned out to be a mistake. The reason it was packed he figured out by drawing nearer through the crowd. There was a major dispute between 2 clans, and a brawl broke out. Saitou of course being a police men had to put down the fight before he did anything else. His eyes glittered amber as he pulled out his sword.
"ALL OF YOU KNOCK IT OFF" He cried, bashing one over the head with the butt of his sword. He kicked another as he took another breath.
"THIS IS THE LAW, LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS AND STOP FIGHTING!" He ordered, working his way through the brawlers.
Did they ever listen when he told them that? NO! They of course continued fighting ignoring him. Saitou Hajime scowled, eyes narrowing. Fine. Wanted it the ahard way did they? Wish granted!
Not too long later the brawlers were arrested and fined. When most all the work had been done Saitou left it in the hands of his incompetent work force and ran off towards the temple. He was late. It had started a while ago. He reached the temple and was stopped by a monk.
"There are no weapons permitted here" He said politely.
"Then why was there a fight in your meditating chamber?" Saitou replied sensing their warring Ki's.
The monk's eyes widened.
"Look priest, I'm here to stop a fight before they dishonor the gods. Let me through" Saitou asked.
He had no further trouble identifying where the battle was taking place.
Misao planted her kunai firmly into the man's heart, as Saitou rounded the corner and opened the shouji door area. Her eyes widened upon seeing him. Had she not expected him there? Something wasn't right with her. Her heartbeat was finicky, and she looked....She hit the floor.
"Police! Police!" someone cried. The others having drawn their swords intent on punishing Misao, finally noticed him and charged uttering battle cries.
Saitou was ready for them and fought them off as easily as he had in the marketplace. So much for not dishonouring the gods. Saitou snorted and threw another man through the shouji doors and down the steps. He knocked them out for the most part, sparing the room the blood that already lined the walls and floors, presumably from Misao's fight. Saitou's jaw clenched. He needed to finish this fight.
"HEAR ME, SHOULD YOU CONTINUE TO FIGHT, YOU WILL BE ARRESTED! ALREADY MY OFFICERS ARE ON THE WAY. FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES!" Saitou cried.
He had played on the fact that they were tired and loosing. He hadn't expected them to be sheer cowards. They all took off running, grabbing swords and valuables of their fallen comrades before they left. Saitou glared. He had seen every one of their faces and memorized their features. Within weeks they'd be hunted down every single one of them. Content with the knowledge of their capture, he carefully walked towards Misao, analyzing the fight.
It had been harsh, Misao giving almost as many blows as she received in the fight. She was bloodied, and shivering to his surprise. He had no closer than to look at her opponents blade for the cause. The blade had been dipped in poison, which meant that Misao was fighting time. Saitou carefully took her in his arms, not forgetting the grab the blade.
(AN: Arghhhhh I don't like the way Saitou came out! But I've delayed the update longer than I should have. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. At least it's up!)
Anywho! Enjoy! I don't own anything and I have no money!
To those of you asking about my punctuation and lack of "ENTER SKILLZ" It's not my fault. It's correctly punctuated WITH enters on my computer. For some reason FF.net doesn't recognize it when I upload the document. Gomen NASAI!!!! I promise I know how to use enters!!!
Thank you for calling the terribleness of the 3rd chapter to my attention. I fixed it....although spelling errors are still there at least it's not *too* terrible *wince*
Buffybot76- You stinkin rock! Her birthday was the 25th by the way!
Seifuku- Uniform
** are for thoughts and emphasis on words)
Misao wrapped her arms tightly with the black binding. The morning sunlight shone brightly through her room giving her a eerie glow. She had donned the traditional black/blue seifuku of the Oniwabanshuu Okashira. She'd put her hair in the typical high pony tail any other Okashira would wear with the exception of braiding it. She pulled the scarf around her face to cover it. Just the way Aoshi sama used to, she remembered, much to her dismay. She had already wrapped both ankles tightly, and the pant legs of the seifuku covered it effectively. She pulled the belts around her waist tighter, hopeing to qualm some of her anxiety with the pressure.
She eyed the storage room for weapons. The storage room held the seifuku and all the weapons traditional to the Oniwabanshuu. She had always carried her training kunai with her. Those ones didn't matter if they were lost. Now she searched for hers. Inspecting the boxes and finding the correct one, she pulled out her formal Kunai. She had four sets of them and she placed these in all areas of her seifuku. She carried an old ceremonial sword she'd found that would pass for her uses. She'd need all the weapons she could get. She grabbed a dagger and paced it between her chest bindings for easy access. And continued placing various kunai.
She walked down the stairs with the dignity and spirit a Okashira would have, even if it wasn't "the truth". Everyone looked up.
"Misao chan! What do you think you are doing?" Okina demanded as he saw her attire.
"I'm eating breakfast Okina" Misao replied calmly, although slightly muffled through the skarf.
"You know what I am talking about child!" Okina scolded grabbing her arm.
"I'm afraid I do not Okina" Misao replied, eyes narrowing dangerously as she yanked her arm back.
"This! This uniform you're wearing! Take it off this instant!" Okina demanded pointing at her attire.
"No" Misao replied calmly. "I have a duel to fight and I will go dressed as proper an Okashira as I can manage. "
Okina's eyes widened in astonishment.
"Misao Chan, I should have never allowed you to wander in with Hannya and Aoshi while they were training. Kami sama forgive me, but I didn't see the harm in it at the time." Okina muttered bowing his head gravely.
"Misao, Take off that uniform *Now*. It's time you started to become a woman. This is not a game anymore" Okina ordered, dark eyes narrowing.
Misao stiffened. His words stung, but Misao had been prepared for this.
"No" Misao replied simply, and grabbed a peach to munch on.
Okina threw his hat to the floor.
"Misao this is an outrage! You are directly defying me child! If you walk out the gates to the Aoi-ya you can never return. Do you understand me?" Okina cried. Misao took one last look at him
Within her green eyes Okina saw years and years of wisdom that hadn't been there the day before. His eyes widened and he already felt the tears coming. His little Misao chan had grown old and weary over night. As the tears streamed down his cheeks, He saw in her eyes one who knows death, and rides out to meet him. And with those jade green eyes, Misao gave one last sad farewell.
"I understand Jiya.....Sayonara" Misao said softly, and made her way out the shouji door. Okina stood there speechless.
Misao sighed deeply. Kami sama that had been hard!
She made her way to the last stop she had to make. She wandered through the forests, climbing her way up the path. Many a time she'd come here, especially after Aoshi had come home. Her friends presence comforted her, even in death they supported her. She knelt down by their graves and prayed first. She could hear the birds chirping and smelt the cool clean air. It was crisp, still being early. It was a beautiful day. It would suit her to die on this day if she must.
She placed her head against the cool stone of Hannya's grave. She couldn't help the tears that fell.
"My first battle Hannya.....you remember all those years ago I said I'd be as strong as Aoshi sama." Misao paused, sniffling.
"Well...I'm not. I could very well die today. But I want you to know that I'm ok with that. I miss you all so much that it hurts. It's like there's still a part of me missing. Like there always will be "She said wiping her tears.
"But I will not shame the Oniwabanshuu." She whispered fiercely. "I will fight bravely." It was then that she felt his Ki.
"Strong words, Misao" She heard his voice and froze. She trembled, unable to look at him.
"Don't go through with this. You're afraid, Misao. You don't have to defend the honor of the Oniwabanshuu. They wouldn't have wanted this. I had to learn this the hard way. Let their death's be an example for you." His voice whispered, softly. His voice was so caring, so understanding.
"I-"Misao started.
"Misao" Aoshi's hand touched her shoulder.
Misao recoiled from his touch. Something was wrong! What was he doing?
"A-aoshi...." Misao stuttered, wondering what was wrong with him. He had never given her the time of day before now.
"Misao....I don't want you to get hurt. Honor isn't what's important. They would've wanted you to live! They wouldn't have expected you to go through with such a fight. I lost them to my own honor." Aoshi admitted guiltily
"Already Okina is grieving over you like your dead. Please. For everyone. For Okina, Okon, Omasu, Shiro and Kuro....Please come home." Aoshi pleaded, his blue eyes softening.
Misao eyed him, perplexed, and suddenly feeling her face grow very warm. Aoshi had never treated her with such kindness. He came towards her slowly, bridging the distance between them. Misao couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Aoshi sama was approaching her.
"And finally Misao mine" He whispered passionately, removing her scarf. "For me"
Aoshi's lips seized hers, pulling her tightly into his embrace.
Misao felt his lips claim hers. She felt him bring her close. Her mind screamed in exultant victory. Finally she had what she had always wanted. Finally Aoshi sama was hers! She could return home and be with him always! She had dreamed of this moment since she was 5 years old. As far back as she could think, she had wanted Aoshi sama to be her first kiss. To admit his undying love for her. To do something in the smallest possible way to let her know of his affections for her. Finally he had told her just how he felt. Misao could return with him....
and then she remembered what she had come to do.
The terrible pain at the realization of what Aoshi was trying to do, hit her like a dagger in her chest. She collapsed, falling out of Aoshi's arms and onto her knees, bowing her head to hide the fierce pain that shot through her, and hide the tears of shame. But....but why? How could he? Why would he do something so ....so cruel? *because he's never changed* her mind retorted, filling in the explanation. Misao's tears hadn't left her eyes, but dried as they turned a dark jade. How DARE he!
"No" Misao whispered, her voice emotionless. The tears she felt, never came, replaced with an anger so intense that Misao couldn't express it.
"No?" Aoshi asked incredulously.
"NO!" Misao cried, on her feet and whirling on him.
"I will NOT be distratced Aoshi! How DARE you! Did Okina put you up to this?" Misao spluttered, green eyes darkening to dark blue ocean waves.
Aoshi had never seen her so furious. She trembled with rage, as she glared at him.
"Okina asked me to bring you back" Aoshi replied. "I had hoped that this would distract you, and keep you from- " Aoshi had replied, before he had felt the sting of her hand. The skin stung still as she glared up at him. She was still trembling.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" Misao cried. Aoshi's blue eyes hardened to ice.
"I thought it would work" Aoshi said simply.
"I hate you Aoshi. I HATE YOU!" She replied venemously.
"You need to return home Misao" Aoshi replied.
"As Okashira I order you to return home without me" Misao replied.
"You are not the Okashira" Aoshi said.
"You have not taken the title away from me" Misao stated simply. "And you can't take the title away from me until I fight in this duel, because of the code of the Oniwabanshuu."
Aoshi's eyes were still as hard as ice. "What do you mean?"
Misao's grin was from ear to ear. "It states in the codes of the Oniwabanshuu that you cannot challenge me to a duel until I have completed the first one, or died. "
"Should you try something so dishonorable you could be expelled as a member of the Oniwabanshuu. Shame and dishonor forever. And what would Jiya think?" Misao added.
Aoshi's fists were clenched in sheer fury.
"Go Home Aoshi" Misao said firmly, grabbing her scarf and leaving.
"And if I don't?" Aoshi asked, eyes hard.
Misao simply looked at him. "You're in no condition to fight Aoshi sama" Misao mocked.
"Your shoulder is still damaged"
"Even injured, you're no match for me" Aoshi replied.
"Ah but you've forgotten one key problem Aoshi sama. If you fight me, especially here, not only do you dishonor the DEAD, but you will bring shame to our clan for fighting a girl, and Jiya's granddaughter." Misao replied, a smirk, very much like Saitou's reaching her lips. "One way or another, I still win Aoshi."
"Go home" She ordered.
Aoshi, fists clenched in fury, left.
Saitou sat in his office contemplating his situation. He had already fought with Shinomori, essentially loosing his ties with the Oniwabanshuu. He took a long drag of his cigarette. What had posessed him to start a fight with the ice block?
*Her* his mind replied.
Saitou scowled, staring at the walls of his shack office. The fact that the Oniwabanshuu hadn't really done anything for her, knowing she was in danger had infuriated him to the point of threatening Okina. Then of course the ice block had challenged him and Saitou handed him his ass on a platter. He took a very long drag of his cigarette as his thoughts continued on.Saitou's scowl doubled.
Today was the day at the temple. Today was the day Misao would either honor the Oniwabanshuu codes as "Okashira", or die. Saitou took another deep drag of his cigarette as he weighed his options. Although it was technically illegal, if he interfered with her fight, he'd have gangs start coming after him, and the sheer annoyance of it all, having to wake up in the middle of the night and spill their blood, would be more of a nuisance than anything else. Plus Itachi would never forgive him. She'd take it as a personal offence and annoy him the rest of his life. 2 annoyances, making for a terrible decision on his part.
WHAT did THAT matter? Itachi was just another person he had to keep out of trouble. She caused more trouble than she solved, and she continued to be a nuisance as she grew.
*Then why did you help her in the market place?*
He was trying to figure out what she was up to, Saitou tried to justify.
*So why did you help her in the alley?*
He would've done that for anybody. Any other person who'd been hurt and bleeding.
*So why are you helping her commit her crime?*
Saitou slammed his fists on the desk, rising to his feet to pace. The hell he was helping her! How could he be helping her if she was doing all the fighting herself? Saitou sneered as he analyzed his situation. He was helping her....by doing nothing at all. He knew exactly what she was doing, and that it was illegal and he wasn't doing a damn thing about it. Irritated beyond all belief by his realization he proceeded with his choice of options.
He couldn't with just concience treat Itachi any differently then any other criminal. By his followings of Aku Zoku San, If he knew about any other criminal and their activity, he would put a stop to it. Justified in his mind and actions, Saitou flicked his cigarette butt in his ask tray, grinding it with his thumb and grabbed his sword. He headed over to the temple. His hand gripped his sword hilt as he swore. The marketplace was packed.
Trying to force his way through the marketplace turned out to be a mistake. The reason it was packed he figured out by drawing nearer through the crowd. There was a major dispute between 2 clans, and a brawl broke out. Saitou of course being a police men had to put down the fight before he did anything else. His eyes glittered amber as he pulled out his sword.
"ALL OF YOU KNOCK IT OFF" He cried, bashing one over the head with the butt of his sword. He kicked another as he took another breath.
"THIS IS THE LAW, LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS AND STOP FIGHTING!" He ordered, working his way through the brawlers.
Did they ever listen when he told them that? NO! They of course continued fighting ignoring him. Saitou Hajime scowled, eyes narrowing. Fine. Wanted it the ahard way did they? Wish granted!
Not too long later the brawlers were arrested and fined. When most all the work had been done Saitou left it in the hands of his incompetent work force and ran off towards the temple. He was late. It had started a while ago. He reached the temple and was stopped by a monk.
"There are no weapons permitted here" He said politely.
"Then why was there a fight in your meditating chamber?" Saitou replied sensing their warring Ki's.
The monk's eyes widened.
"Look priest, I'm here to stop a fight before they dishonor the gods. Let me through" Saitou asked.
He had no further trouble identifying where the battle was taking place.
Misao planted her kunai firmly into the man's heart, as Saitou rounded the corner and opened the shouji door area. Her eyes widened upon seeing him. Had she not expected him there? Something wasn't right with her. Her heartbeat was finicky, and she looked....She hit the floor.
"Police! Police!" someone cried. The others having drawn their swords intent on punishing Misao, finally noticed him and charged uttering battle cries.
Saitou was ready for them and fought them off as easily as he had in the marketplace. So much for not dishonouring the gods. Saitou snorted and threw another man through the shouji doors and down the steps. He knocked them out for the most part, sparing the room the blood that already lined the walls and floors, presumably from Misao's fight. Saitou's jaw clenched. He needed to finish this fight.
"HEAR ME, SHOULD YOU CONTINUE TO FIGHT, YOU WILL BE ARRESTED! ALREADY MY OFFICERS ARE ON THE WAY. FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES!" Saitou cried.
He had played on the fact that they were tired and loosing. He hadn't expected them to be sheer cowards. They all took off running, grabbing swords and valuables of their fallen comrades before they left. Saitou glared. He had seen every one of their faces and memorized their features. Within weeks they'd be hunted down every single one of them. Content with the knowledge of their capture, he carefully walked towards Misao, analyzing the fight.
It had been harsh, Misao giving almost as many blows as she received in the fight. She was bloodied, and shivering to his surprise. He had no closer than to look at her opponents blade for the cause. The blade had been dipped in poison, which meant that Misao was fighting time. Saitou carefully took her in his arms, not forgetting the grab the blade.
(AN: Arghhhhh I don't like the way Saitou came out! But I've delayed the update longer than I should have. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. At least it's up!)