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reviews! lol I feel like a review ho, desperate for anything.
I admit to being terrible, However I enjoy every moment of it! evil evil and don't I know it.... OHOHOHOHOHO! Aaaanyways! Saitou and Misao are going to get more amusing as the story goes on.
Buffybot76- Partner in crime, Muse, and wonderful beta reader and person I cry to when the story don't work, thanks for putting up with me I appreciate it!))
Saitou winced, not knowing Itachi could shriek quite that loud. She covered her hands over her chest, flushed, but furious.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?" Both demanded at once.
"Your house?" Saitou replied, eyebrow arching. "I'm in charge"
"The house was GIVEN graciously to me by Orusen. YOU CAN'T LIVE HERE!" Misao cried, furious.
"And why is that?" Saitou asked, deciding to annoy her. How long had it been since he'd truly irritated her? A few days at least. He'd merited irritating her.
"B-because!" Misao stammered, flushing uncomfortably. Saitou walked forward, towards her. His golden eyes gleamed wickedly in amusement as she stuttered and flushed. It only succeded in getting Misao redder, turning a light maroon.
"Because?" He asked in a silky purr, forcing her back against the bathroom wall, his hand resting on the wall, also blocking her escape.
Misao was beet red, avoiding looking at his bare chest, not to mention that his pants were sagging giving her a wonderful look at his abs and stomach. They settled comfortably below his bellybutton. She could feel the heat in her cheeks as he looked at her, in that ooey gooey melting way. Like a predator...
"Because it's not proper!" Misao said softly, looking away.
"Since when have you cared about what's proper? You wander around in that scantily little outfit-"Saitou didn't finish.
First because he'd called to attention the fact that he'd noticed her in said scantily clad outfit. Secondly because he started to picture her in said scatily clad outfit, and if one took those thoughts a bit further....
"SINCE NOW HENTAI!" Misao cried back.
"Hentai?" Saitou asked incredulously. Fury wound it's way through him as his amber eyes glittered dangerously.
"I am anything BUT a Hentai, Itachi" He said, so close to her she could feel his breath upon her.
"Could've fooled me earlier today" Misao replied glaring.
"And you enjoyed every minute of it, Itachi! YOU started it!" Saitou replied.
Misao flushed that beautiful and amusing magenta color. Examining her extremely thin Yukata/bathrobe, he noticed that she really was scantily clad, essentially naked except for the indecently wet, thin material that clung to every curve of her lithe body, framing it indecently with the see through Yukata. Saitou clenched clenched his jaw.Turning down the hall, he felt color rise to his own cheeks.
"You have no idea of the things you do to me "Saitou muttered.
"What?" Misao asked, not hearing whatever it was that he was muttering.
"Get some decent clothing on Itachi. And go to bed, we'll discuss this in the morning" Saitou replied, walking back down to his room.
The next morning Saitou could smell food. His stomach was begging to be fed. He remembered his current predicament with Itachi living there and groaned. He'd have to put on decent clothing so as not the frighten her innocense. Then he remembered last night...and the Yukata. Saitou grimaced. Climbing out of his futon, and folding it away, he went through the boxes, scowering for clothes.
Whilst he scowered, he couldn't help but remember Itachi last night. Her ocean blue eyes had practically glown in the night, bringing out the green in them. He had been taken in by her eyes last night. Well, and the fact that she was practically naked and asking to be lavished. Saitou felt the flush rise to his cheeks and snorted in sheer annoyance. He was NOT attracted to Itachi. He was still married and even though his damned wife had turned on him, he would remain faithful.
Managing to find some pants at the very least, he looped his belt through the belt holes. Grabbing his cigarettes, keys, and money, he shoved them in his new pockets and grabbed a button up shirt, throwing it on casually, and buttonining it up.
Misao was cookling up some soba for Saitou, having remembered it was his favored food. She had already made her breakfast, but from the way he scolded her last night she figured she was in for a lecture and should probably eat breakfast with him. He had looked at her so.....so frighteningly last night. His eyes had devoured every part of her. She had felt very very naked at that moment. She wasn't used to be an object of desire. It frightenened her, but also gave her strength. Like she had power.
The door slid open with Saitou, buttoning up his shirt. Not before she could get a good view of his chest though. He had strong tight abs, obviously from all of his work. He was very toned and well muscled. It wasn't over exagerated though. She detested huge muscles. Perhaps it was because she herself was so small. He had nice muscles. He wasn't so much of a wolf as cat like. Well he was a vicious as a wolf, but he had cat like grace and dignity.
"Itachi!" Saitou's voice registered in Misao's mind.
"What?" Misao asked startled.
"Stop daydreaming! I was talking to you" Saitou replied, glaring.
"Sorry, Taishou" Misao replied dumping the soba into a bowl and grabbing chopsticks. She served him first then went back and retrieved her own breakfast. She sat down, trying to ignore the penetrating gaze he held her in.
"Well?" Misao asked, shifting uncomfortably under those eyes.
"You slept well ne?" Saitou asked her.
"What?" Misao asked, thrown off by his question.
"It's a question Itachi" Saitou replied. "Itadakimasu" He said gruffly attacking the soba noodles.
"Itadakimasu" Misao replied herself, realizing how hungry she was.
"Well?" Saitou replied, after his stomach had stopped complaining so loudly.
"I slept fine" Misao replied.
"Good. You're going to need it" Saitou replied, lifting another mouthful of noodles into his mouth
"Huh?" Misao replied, slirping up her own noodles.
"You're starting your training today." Saitou informed her.
"Really? Does that mean I get to train with the rest of the police force?" Misao asked, excited.
"No. It means you train with me" Saitou replied, setting his chopsticks down.
"WHAT? Orusen told me I'd be training with the rest of the police force" Misao cried indignantly.
"He was misinformed" Saitou replied.
"I don't WANT to train with you!" Misao pouted.
"I can throw you back in your cell you know" Saitou growled grabbing his bowl and gettitng up to do his dishes.
"Saitou!!!" Misao whinned .
"You're not allowed to whine or complain Itachi, in ANY shape or form" Saitou said wincing as he cleaned his dishes.
"Hmph! What am I going to learn from you? Besides how to file paperwork!" Misao replied, glaring.
"How to use a japanese sword effectively. I'm going to further your knowledge of the arts Itachi. All arts, infact." Saitou replied.
"I don't want to use a sword! I like my kunai!" Misao whinned.
"Kunai can't save you in a sword fight and ALL police know and are trained in the art of swordsmanship. You'll learn" Saitou replied firmly.
Misao finished quickly and grabbed her own dishes, setting them in the sink and drying the dishes Saitou had washed. Saitou's eyebrow arched at her helping him, but said nothing instead changed the subject.
"We'll need to go find you a real sword." Saitou said sighing. That would be a hassle to find.
"A real sword??? But I'm supposed to practice with a boken, or a shinai first!" Misao replied.
"Nope. You won't learn unless you use a real sword" Saitou said scrubbing her dishes with a rag.
Misao dryed the dishes he handed her. "Saitou I'll hurt myself if I use a real sword"
"You'll learn then won't you?" He replied, grinning.
"SAITOU! That isn't how you taught the Shinsengumi!"
Saitou's eyes gleamed yellow amber, and saddened. The look instantly vanished replaced with narrowed eyes.
"Those were better times, and they had a lot more talent than you do, and I had a lot more time to teach them. Besides, I've seen how you are with your practice kunai. I saw how you were with your formal kunai too, planting them in the man's heart. You won't take it serious unless it's a real sword. "Saitou replied, finished. Misao paled.
"Get some training clothes on, we've got a lot to do today and you'll want to be comfortable and in something you can get hot and sweaty in." Saitou replied.
Misao shrugged and finished putting away her dishes.
"Did I mention you've got 5 mintues to do so?" Saitou replied, walking out the door.
"AHHCCKKK!" was her reply as she scrambled down the hall, braid flipping.
5 minutes later, Saitou was outside, with a dishevelled Itachi, awaiting further instruction.
"Everything you learned under the Oniwabanshuu, no longer applies." Saitou informed her.
"What?" Misao demanded.
"I only say things once Itachi. Now he's how I want you to warm up" Saitou said performing the warm up moves for her.
Misao watched him closely to make sure she didn't miss anything. From watching him she had a fairly good idea of what she was doing.
"Now, you're going to go through the warm up technique with me step by step to get it right."
"Hai Taisho" Misao said suppressing a sigh.
"Now show me the steps" Saitou ordered. Misao went through her moves, Saitou's amber eyes analyzing every move.
"Your form is terrible and you missed a between step" Saitou remarked.
"Again" He ordered.
Misao had to work for an hour and a half before it was to his satisfaction. By then Misao was soaked in sweat, and panting.
"That'll do until morning, Now the real work begins" Saitou told her smirking.
He next went through fighting moves. He once again took her through it slowly. So agonizingly slow that Misao wanted to rip her hair out.After that he made her do it with expert timing and precision. He always found some sort of fault in any move she did. His constant berating was starting to grate on her nerves. 3 hours into it she was grinding her teeth, sore, tired, and angry. The tireder Misao got the less she could take his criticism.
"I CAN'T DO THIS SAITOU!" Misao cried, finally snapping.
Saitou eyed her.
"I can't handle your yelling at me and your constant criticism. I'm done for the day!" Misao declared
"So what are you going to do when your opponent taunts you?" Saitou replied.
"Ask them nicely to stop? Spare me the excuses Itachi. I told you this would be hard work and here we are not a half a day into it and already you want to quit"
Misao tensed, clenching her fists until they turned white, and turned around walking back to where she was.
"Are you ready to quit whining and crying?" Saitou asked her, amber eyes glittering in the sun.
Not trusting her voice, Misao nodded. So they went through her new set of fighting techniques again. And Again. And Again....
Saitou grinned. He worked her long and hard continuing through each set of moves. He drilled her endlessly to make sure she had it down. She'd worked for 6 hours, before she hit the floor. Saitou was once again impressed by her. She was tough, and would be hard to break, but he would break her. Nothing could happen until he broke her pride. She would never learn to be a good swordsman, or even a good police officer, until her pride was broken and melted down, tempered into forged steel.
She lay there, collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath.
"Had enough yet Itachi?" Saitou provoked her.
Jade green eyes lit with an inner fire. Misao's trembling arms pushed herself up. She struggled to her feet. Saitou watched with an arched eyebrow as Misao clenched her jaw in pain. She got back to her feet. Her legs trembling.
"Do you honestly think you can go on?" Saitou asked her, stalking around her.
"I'm standing aren't I?" Misao asked him defiantly.
"I want to see the warm up again" Saitou ordered, pulling out a cigarette. Misao flowed into the forms, and collapsed again. After several minutes of trying to get up and failing Misao finally grunted and stayed down. The silence between them stretched on and on as she panted. Misao couldn't take it.
"Aren't you going to SAY SOMETHING?" She demanded.
"What do you want me to say?"
"ANYTHING! Are you made at me? Disappointed? Say SOMETHING" Misao pleaded.
"You did a good job today Itachi. We go at it again tomorrow. Get yourself inside" Saitou told her. Misao couldn't get to her feet, and Saitou knew it. She'd have to ask.
"Taisho I'm afraid I can't get up" Misao replied.
"Oh? And what do you want me to do about it?" Saitou asked her.
"Help me up.... Please" Misao replied.
Saitou rolled his eyes concealing his smirk. She was learning.
The evening, after Misao had taken a very long warm bath and napped, wore on. Dinner had been quickly prepared and the dishes done. Saitou sat, lost within his own thoughts. He was in the revolution era, re thinking the things that had happened. Running over the major events. He couldn't help but wince as he thought of Okita. He had been the most talented swordsman. The potential for him to do great things had been higher than any swordsman Saitou had ever seen and trained. He could remember the poor young man's face when hed been gutted through by a sword. He smiled.
He had been terribly frightened to see a near resemblance to Okita, in Soujirou, Shishio's errand boy. Saitou's curiosity still peaked. The boy had become a wanderer, not to be seen or heard of, within the last year. Saitou wondered if he could've possibly been a distant relative, or have belonged to the same family clan. It didn't matter. Perhaps it was that Saitou's ghosts had come back to haunt him. In either case he had been silent and moody.
Whatever Saitou had been thinking, he did nothing to voice his opinions. Misao left him be, and decided to turn in for the night. Painfully she made her way down the hall, gritting her teeth against how terribly sore she'd be in the morning. She practically flopped into her
I admit to being terrible, However I enjoy every moment of it! evil evil and don't I know it.... OHOHOHOHOHO! Aaaanyways! Saitou and Misao are going to get more amusing as the story goes on.
Buffybot76- Partner in crime, Muse, and wonderful beta reader and person I cry to when the story don't work, thanks for putting up with me I appreciate it!))
Saitou winced, not knowing Itachi could shriek quite that loud. She covered her hands over her chest, flushed, but furious.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?" Both demanded at once.
"Your house?" Saitou replied, eyebrow arching. "I'm in charge"
"The house was GIVEN graciously to me by Orusen. YOU CAN'T LIVE HERE!" Misao cried, furious.
"And why is that?" Saitou asked, deciding to annoy her. How long had it been since he'd truly irritated her? A few days at least. He'd merited irritating her.
"B-because!" Misao stammered, flushing uncomfortably. Saitou walked forward, towards her. His golden eyes gleamed wickedly in amusement as she stuttered and flushed. It only succeded in getting Misao redder, turning a light maroon.
"Because?" He asked in a silky purr, forcing her back against the bathroom wall, his hand resting on the wall, also blocking her escape.
Misao was beet red, avoiding looking at his bare chest, not to mention that his pants were sagging giving her a wonderful look at his abs and stomach. They settled comfortably below his bellybutton. She could feel the heat in her cheeks as he looked at her, in that ooey gooey melting way. Like a predator...
"Because it's not proper!" Misao said softly, looking away.
"Since when have you cared about what's proper? You wander around in that scantily little outfit-"Saitou didn't finish.
First because he'd called to attention the fact that he'd noticed her in said scantily clad outfit. Secondly because he started to picture her in said scatily clad outfit, and if one took those thoughts a bit further....
"SINCE NOW HENTAI!" Misao cried back.
"Hentai?" Saitou asked incredulously. Fury wound it's way through him as his amber eyes glittered dangerously.
"I am anything BUT a Hentai, Itachi" He said, so close to her she could feel his breath upon her.
"Could've fooled me earlier today" Misao replied glaring.
"And you enjoyed every minute of it, Itachi! YOU started it!" Saitou replied.
Misao flushed that beautiful and amusing magenta color. Examining her extremely thin Yukata/bathrobe, he noticed that she really was scantily clad, essentially naked except for the indecently wet, thin material that clung to every curve of her lithe body, framing it indecently with the see through Yukata. Saitou clenched clenched his jaw.Turning down the hall, he felt color rise to his own cheeks.
"You have no idea of the things you do to me "Saitou muttered.
"What?" Misao asked, not hearing whatever it was that he was muttering.
"Get some decent clothing on Itachi. And go to bed, we'll discuss this in the morning" Saitou replied, walking back down to his room.
The next morning Saitou could smell food. His stomach was begging to be fed. He remembered his current predicament with Itachi living there and groaned. He'd have to put on decent clothing so as not the frighten her innocense. Then he remembered last night...and the Yukata. Saitou grimaced. Climbing out of his futon, and folding it away, he went through the boxes, scowering for clothes.
Whilst he scowered, he couldn't help but remember Itachi last night. Her ocean blue eyes had practically glown in the night, bringing out the green in them. He had been taken in by her eyes last night. Well, and the fact that she was practically naked and asking to be lavished. Saitou felt the flush rise to his cheeks and snorted in sheer annoyance. He was NOT attracted to Itachi. He was still married and even though his damned wife had turned on him, he would remain faithful.
Managing to find some pants at the very least, he looped his belt through the belt holes. Grabbing his cigarettes, keys, and money, he shoved them in his new pockets and grabbed a button up shirt, throwing it on casually, and buttonining it up.
Misao was cookling up some soba for Saitou, having remembered it was his favored food. She had already made her breakfast, but from the way he scolded her last night she figured she was in for a lecture and should probably eat breakfast with him. He had looked at her so.....so frighteningly last night. His eyes had devoured every part of her. She had felt very very naked at that moment. She wasn't used to be an object of desire. It frightenened her, but also gave her strength. Like she had power.
The door slid open with Saitou, buttoning up his shirt. Not before she could get a good view of his chest though. He had strong tight abs, obviously from all of his work. He was very toned and well muscled. It wasn't over exagerated though. She detested huge muscles. Perhaps it was because she herself was so small. He had nice muscles. He wasn't so much of a wolf as cat like. Well he was a vicious as a wolf, but he had cat like grace and dignity.
"Itachi!" Saitou's voice registered in Misao's mind.
"What?" Misao asked startled.
"Stop daydreaming! I was talking to you" Saitou replied, glaring.
"Sorry, Taishou" Misao replied dumping the soba into a bowl and grabbing chopsticks. She served him first then went back and retrieved her own breakfast. She sat down, trying to ignore the penetrating gaze he held her in.
"Well?" Misao asked, shifting uncomfortably under those eyes.
"You slept well ne?" Saitou asked her.
"What?" Misao asked, thrown off by his question.
"It's a question Itachi" Saitou replied. "Itadakimasu" He said gruffly attacking the soba noodles.
"Itadakimasu" Misao replied herself, realizing how hungry she was.
"Well?" Saitou replied, after his stomach had stopped complaining so loudly.
"I slept fine" Misao replied.
"Good. You're going to need it" Saitou replied, lifting another mouthful of noodles into his mouth
"Huh?" Misao replied, slirping up her own noodles.
"You're starting your training today." Saitou informed her.
"Really? Does that mean I get to train with the rest of the police force?" Misao asked, excited.
"No. It means you train with me" Saitou replied, setting his chopsticks down.
"WHAT? Orusen told me I'd be training with the rest of the police force" Misao cried indignantly.
"He was misinformed" Saitou replied.
"I don't WANT to train with you!" Misao pouted.
"I can throw you back in your cell you know" Saitou growled grabbing his bowl and gettitng up to do his dishes.
"Saitou!!!" Misao whinned .
"You're not allowed to whine or complain Itachi, in ANY shape or form" Saitou said wincing as he cleaned his dishes.
"Hmph! What am I going to learn from you? Besides how to file paperwork!" Misao replied, glaring.
"How to use a japanese sword effectively. I'm going to further your knowledge of the arts Itachi. All arts, infact." Saitou replied.
"I don't want to use a sword! I like my kunai!" Misao whinned.
"Kunai can't save you in a sword fight and ALL police know and are trained in the art of swordsmanship. You'll learn" Saitou replied firmly.
Misao finished quickly and grabbed her own dishes, setting them in the sink and drying the dishes Saitou had washed. Saitou's eyebrow arched at her helping him, but said nothing instead changed the subject.
"We'll need to go find you a real sword." Saitou said sighing. That would be a hassle to find.
"A real sword??? But I'm supposed to practice with a boken, or a shinai first!" Misao replied.
"Nope. You won't learn unless you use a real sword" Saitou said scrubbing her dishes with a rag.
Misao dryed the dishes he handed her. "Saitou I'll hurt myself if I use a real sword"
"You'll learn then won't you?" He replied, grinning.
"SAITOU! That isn't how you taught the Shinsengumi!"
Saitou's eyes gleamed yellow amber, and saddened. The look instantly vanished replaced with narrowed eyes.
"Those were better times, and they had a lot more talent than you do, and I had a lot more time to teach them. Besides, I've seen how you are with your practice kunai. I saw how you were with your formal kunai too, planting them in the man's heart. You won't take it serious unless it's a real sword. "Saitou replied, finished. Misao paled.
"Get some training clothes on, we've got a lot to do today and you'll want to be comfortable and in something you can get hot and sweaty in." Saitou replied.
Misao shrugged and finished putting away her dishes.
"Did I mention you've got 5 mintues to do so?" Saitou replied, walking out the door.
"AHHCCKKK!" was her reply as she scrambled down the hall, braid flipping.
5 minutes later, Saitou was outside, with a dishevelled Itachi, awaiting further instruction.
"Everything you learned under the Oniwabanshuu, no longer applies." Saitou informed her.
"What?" Misao demanded.
"I only say things once Itachi. Now he's how I want you to warm up" Saitou said performing the warm up moves for her.
Misao watched him closely to make sure she didn't miss anything. From watching him she had a fairly good idea of what she was doing.
"Now, you're going to go through the warm up technique with me step by step to get it right."
"Hai Taisho" Misao said suppressing a sigh.
"Now show me the steps" Saitou ordered. Misao went through her moves, Saitou's amber eyes analyzing every move.
"Your form is terrible and you missed a between step" Saitou remarked.
"Again" He ordered.
Misao had to work for an hour and a half before it was to his satisfaction. By then Misao was soaked in sweat, and panting.
"That'll do until morning, Now the real work begins" Saitou told her smirking.
He next went through fighting moves. He once again took her through it slowly. So agonizingly slow that Misao wanted to rip her hair out.After that he made her do it with expert timing and precision. He always found some sort of fault in any move she did. His constant berating was starting to grate on her nerves. 3 hours into it she was grinding her teeth, sore, tired, and angry. The tireder Misao got the less she could take his criticism.
"I CAN'T DO THIS SAITOU!" Misao cried, finally snapping.
Saitou eyed her.
"I can't handle your yelling at me and your constant criticism. I'm done for the day!" Misao declared
"So what are you going to do when your opponent taunts you?" Saitou replied.
"Ask them nicely to stop? Spare me the excuses Itachi. I told you this would be hard work and here we are not a half a day into it and already you want to quit"
Misao tensed, clenching her fists until they turned white, and turned around walking back to where she was.
"Are you ready to quit whining and crying?" Saitou asked her, amber eyes glittering in the sun.
Not trusting her voice, Misao nodded. So they went through her new set of fighting techniques again. And Again. And Again....
Saitou grinned. He worked her long and hard continuing through each set of moves. He drilled her endlessly to make sure she had it down. She'd worked for 6 hours, before she hit the floor. Saitou was once again impressed by her. She was tough, and would be hard to break, but he would break her. Nothing could happen until he broke her pride. She would never learn to be a good swordsman, or even a good police officer, until her pride was broken and melted down, tempered into forged steel.
She lay there, collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath.
"Had enough yet Itachi?" Saitou provoked her.
Jade green eyes lit with an inner fire. Misao's trembling arms pushed herself up. She struggled to her feet. Saitou watched with an arched eyebrow as Misao clenched her jaw in pain. She got back to her feet. Her legs trembling.
"Do you honestly think you can go on?" Saitou asked her, stalking around her.
"I'm standing aren't I?" Misao asked him defiantly.
"I want to see the warm up again" Saitou ordered, pulling out a cigarette. Misao flowed into the forms, and collapsed again. After several minutes of trying to get up and failing Misao finally grunted and stayed down. The silence between them stretched on and on as she panted. Misao couldn't take it.
"Aren't you going to SAY SOMETHING?" She demanded.
"What do you want me to say?"
"ANYTHING! Are you made at me? Disappointed? Say SOMETHING" Misao pleaded.
"You did a good job today Itachi. We go at it again tomorrow. Get yourself inside" Saitou told her. Misao couldn't get to her feet, and Saitou knew it. She'd have to ask.
"Taisho I'm afraid I can't get up" Misao replied.
"Oh? And what do you want me to do about it?" Saitou asked her.
"Help me up.... Please" Misao replied.
Saitou rolled his eyes concealing his smirk. She was learning.
The evening, after Misao had taken a very long warm bath and napped, wore on. Dinner had been quickly prepared and the dishes done. Saitou sat, lost within his own thoughts. He was in the revolution era, re thinking the things that had happened. Running over the major events. He couldn't help but wince as he thought of Okita. He had been the most talented swordsman. The potential for him to do great things had been higher than any swordsman Saitou had ever seen and trained. He could remember the poor young man's face when hed been gutted through by a sword. He smiled.
He had been terribly frightened to see a near resemblance to Okita, in Soujirou, Shishio's errand boy. Saitou's curiosity still peaked. The boy had become a wanderer, not to be seen or heard of, within the last year. Saitou wondered if he could've possibly been a distant relative, or have belonged to the same family clan. It didn't matter. Perhaps it was that Saitou's ghosts had come back to haunt him. In either case he had been silent and moody.
Whatever Saitou had been thinking, he did nothing to voice his opinions. Misao left him be, and decided to turn in for the night. Painfully she made her way down the hall, gritting her teeth against how terribly sore she'd be in the morning. She practically flopped into her