(A/N: Hello all. I'm just getting evil and angsty with
these chapters! I'm sorry! I promise I'll do better. I dunno, in one sense
I wanna be a review ho and like pawn for reviews but in another sense
that's not fair to you guys. Ya know? I'll do my best to continue updating
but I am in the middle of finals and junk. So yea...that's whats going on at
the moment.
Guess what? I GET TO GO TO ANIMEEXPO!! does a little happy dance that's like the highlight of my summer! Plus I might get to go to comiccon. Hopefully! crosses fingers . Anywho.....The chars don't belong to me,
Buffybot76- You stinkin rock! I haven't talked to you for a while hates being busy but that doesn't change the fact that your still awesome!))
His blade was instantly in his hands and his eyes narrowed dangerously. amber orbs darted left to right, searching for anything that might be out of place. He slid the shouji door slowly open, scanning the area for a foreign ki. Quickly he flowed down the hall. He heard her whimper again. His jaw clenched in fury. Whoever was here would be dead. He guaranteed it. Pausing outside her door, he continued to hear her moan and whimper. Bastard, whoever it was, could conceal their ki and was hurting her.
Saitou paused outside the room, waiting. He slid the door open, and was in his Gatotsu form, waiting for his enemy. A quick scan of the room told him there was nothing and no one there. He looked to the floor and heard Misao's cries. She whimpered as she shifted, dark circles under her eyes. She screamed and sat up, Kunai in hand as she lunged towards Saitou. Saitou dropped the sword, taking both her arms and locking them.
Misao was panting her eyes crazed and sweat all over her face. She was as pale as death as her entire body shook with convulsions.She trembled as she realized where she was. She finally recognized Saitou and those ocean blue eyes returned to their normal size. She choked back a sob, tackling him, crying.
Saitou hit the floor as she unexpectantly tackled him, crying into his chest, her arms wrapped around him. Saitou blinked, having been glomped by her surprisingly affectionate behaviour. I guess this was a bad time to remember that he had un buttoned his shirt, and that she was crying all over his chest. Saitou frowned, and heisitantly patted her head in a lame gesture of comfort. She merely buried herself deeper into his embrace.
"Hush Itachi......Whats wrong?" Saitou soothed, whispering to her. Misao's head reappeared, her eyes a deep blue color from her tears. Saitou brushed a few tangled pieces from her face and tucked them behind her ears.
"I ....I saw them Saitou! I saw the people I'd killed! They were so pale....and covered with blood! They tried to attack me in my dreams! Everytime I plunged my kunai into them they came back at me! They were gouging me and....and I was bleeding....I was dying....and they were pulling me under with them!....and their FACES!" Misao sobbed, trembling against him.
Saitou's eyes widened. He hadn't remembered. She'd never killed anyone. That fight had probably been her first real fight by herself, in a life or death situation. She was so cold! Her skin was like ice! Saitou wrapped his arms around her slowly, in case she wanted to break their embrace. Misao did nothing but bury herself further. Saitou stroked her hair, gaining more confidence with each caress.
"S-saitou....do...do you think I made the right decision?" Misao asked him, still clinging to him, trembling.
"What do you mean?" Saitou replied, golden eyes gleaming softly, as he soothed her.
"I...um....The fight" Misao answered still unaware that she was uncomfortably close, clinging to him.
"It's not neccesarily the "right answer". I'm not sure there was a right answer in your situation. Do I think you did the honorable thing? Yes, but you did something extremely foolish, without thinking of the consequences or having the proper training to go into such a battle. You were basically throwing your life away for a cause unworhty of yourself" Saitou replied. Once again her felt the sting of her hand, meeting his face.
"IT was NOT an unworthy cause" She said, her sea foam green eyes jade and trembling with rage as the tears forced their way through her eyes down her cheeks. She was so close to him!
"So where did that get you? It got you exhiled out of the Oniwabanshuu for disobeying a direct order, and it got your hands bloody with murder, and it got you in a jail cell." Saitou told her, eyes narrowing as his hand rubbed the palm mark. One of these days he'd stop letting her hit him.
"It also got me here." Misao replied.
"How is this situation any better than what you had?"
"I'm with you" Misao replied simply.
Saitou coughed, covering a choking snort.
How could she be so blunt? So confident? he thought.
"I'm learning. I'm being useful. I'm finally going to travel, and it won't be to find anyone or worry or wonder about anything else. It'll be for me. Because I can and because I want to." Misao continued.
Saitou eyed her. Misao's eyes started to return to their normal color, and a flush crept it's way to her features as he held her gaze. Saitou still eyed her, a million thoughts running through his head.
She seems better now...Does that mean she's alright? What time was it anyways? It had to be late...God's he was tired and muddled. He'd done too much thinking today as it was. She was flushing again. Oh...that's right...she happens to be sitting very provocatively against you, her arms wrapped around you. Whoops. Saitou started to remove his arms from around her waist, so that he could move.
Misao saw him about to move, and clung to him again, her head just beneath his chin as she latched a death grip on him.
"Don't go!" She pleaded, and for once Saitou found himself entranced in an endless emerald sea of blue green. He couldn't look away from her pleading gaze. He couldn't say no to her. What was he becoming? Oh gods! Her lips parted slightly to take a deep breath. Saitou's eyes found themselves locked to those pouting trembling lips. He groaned, remembering with vivid clarity how good it felt to have her against him, straddled in a rather compromising position. How good she had tasted...and how he longed to taste her again. Oh gods he wanted to taste her, to take her now!
Saitou's arms went to hers to unlatch her..
"Itachi....you can get through the night..." Saitou began, feeling extremely uncomfortable being in the same room as her, much less with her in his lap.
"Saitou! Don't leave me!"
"Itachi you don't understand" Saitou growled his eyes flashing amber.
"Saitou! I-....I can't BE alone tonight! Please!" She pleaded.
"Itachi....I can't stay here with you tonight...not only is it innappropriate but-" "I don't care! I don't care what happens to me or what we do! Just PLEASE....don't go!" Misao cried.
"Itachi, if I thought you really meant that I'd be worried. It's not a good idea for me to be....around you, especially this late at night." Saitou told her.
"Please..."Misao whimpered. "Just fight my demons....Just tonight...." Misao whispered, eyes blue with tears.
"Itachi...." Saitou said, struggling to find a way out of the room. He couldn't stay with her, especially not tonight. His guard was already down and he was extremely tired as it was. To stay here tonight would mean to taint her innocence and that was something that Saitou Hajime wouldn't do. Coming to that conclusion Saitou started to get up.
"NO you DON'T!" Misao cried, pouncing on top of him, glaring into narrowed amber eyes.
"Itachi. Let. Go. Of. Me." Saitou warned her lossing his patience.
"No!" Misao said. "You are not leaving me alone tonight"
"Get a grip! Do you even realize what you're implying Misao?" Saitou told her, ripping his arm from her grasp.
"I don't care!" She cried, clinging tighter as Saitou got up.
"Like hell you don't! If I stay here tonight, things will be... " Saitou started
Misao came face to face with him, eyes a deep blue in her seething fury.
"Things will be WHAT?" She demanded.
Different Saitou thought scowling.
"If you're not going to even tell me then you're staying!"
"Misao you don't understand" Saitou growled in frustration.
"What do I not understand?" Misao snapped, irritatated.
"What do you think will happen if I stay here?" Saitou asked her exasperatingly.
"You'll guard my rest" Misao replied.
Saitou wanted to kill something in frustration. It was so very typical of Itachi to NOT understand.
"Itachi....what do you think happens between a man and a woman at these hours of the night? What do you think WOULD happen if I stayed here with you?" Saitou asked her.
Misao flushed a bright red.
"Saitou....Please....."
"You don't even know what your asking Itachi. I can't stay here. You don't understand what would happen"
"Then show me!" She cried. "Stop holding the knowledge over my head!" Misao cried, crushing her lips against his.
Saitou hadn't thought she'd do this. He'd thought she'd threaten, and beat about the bush, but not like this. Saitou growled, trying to push her away. Misao would have none of it and clung to him with an even greater ferocity. It seems little Itachi had become a minx! (AN:Thank you buffybot76 for your term, I love you!) She pinned him against the wall, forcing her tongue in his mouth. Misao nibbled his lower lip, and Saitou was gone.
He grabbed Misao' s waist and brought her even closer to him, meeting her tongue, as their kiss intensified. She tasted so terribly sweet. He could never tire of her taste. Saitou to his own horror realized what he was doing and broke off the kiss, shaking his head and retreated towards the door.
"What the hell was that? You tell me that I'm ugly, and that I'm a weasel girl, and that the last kiss was a mistake! But everytime you look at me....and everytime you ...touch me" Misao blushed but went on.
"It's like....it's like I'm being consumed by some fire! I don't understand it! I don't understand you! What is this.....this....thing between us?" Misao blurted, flushed but frustrated as well.
"I never said you were ugly" Saitou said quietly analyzing her. Misao's eyes widened.
"What about your "Mistake?" Misao retorted.
What about that mistake? Saitou thought....
"Itachi" Saitou started.
"MISAO" Misao snapped, loosing her patience.
"Misao" Saitou corrected quickly. "I'm a married man"
Misao's eyes widened at the implication. "You said she'd run off with some-"
"I said she'd run off. That doesn't just end the marriage Itachi. I loved Tokio. F#$, I don't know if I still do or not. But I won't do what she's done. I can't.. I'm sorry Itachi. I shouldn't have let this come between us. Everything I believe in..."
"Aku Zoku san" Misao replied, monotoned, and zoned.
Saitou nodded. "Would be for nothing. I'll stay with you until you fall asleep, but this can't continue Itachi......whatever's between us... I can't let it. It might've been a mistake making you my assistant. This all might've been a mistake..."
Misao said nothing but headed towards her unrolled futon.
"Itachi?" Saitou asked her, frowning.
"Nmm?" Misao responded, burying herself in the futon.
"I'll watch over you tonight. Oyasumi Nasai"
"Oyasumi nasai" Misao's muffled voice responded.
Saitou sat in a chair and read while she slipped into a deep restful sleep. She had no more nightmares as the night when on, and by 3:00 in the morning Saitou let her be, needing his own rest.
Misao's eyes opened as she distinctly heard someone callling her name.
"Itachi....Itachi.....Itachi...get UP" Saitou told her.
Misao groaned, wondering why she allowed him to call her that. She shifted in her futon, and rolled out of it, slowly getting to her feet. She rubbed her eyes and stretched.
"Aa?" Misao asked him.
"Get dressed. You're late getting up. We need to have breakfast and get going. We have a lot of things to do today." Saitou told her closing the door.
Misao sighed and closed the door, taking out her long braid to redo it. It was then that she realized she didn't have any clothes. All of them, her uniforms, her yukata and kimono, everything was at the Aoiya. Misao trembled. She couldn't, wouldn't go back to there. Misao tried to get the wrinkles out of her current Oniwabanshuu uniform. She exited the room heading towards the kitchen.
"Itachi" Saitou called her.
"Hai?" Misao replied, striding down the hallway.
"I forgot to give you these" Saitou replied with a stack of....of clothing and handing the huge stack to her.
"AHCKK....what what are all these for?" Misao asked.
"Uniforms of sorts. They're clothes designed specifically for the duty, the way they're made and the coloring is specific to each precint. It tells other police officers that you're uncercover. It's a precaution, knowing how...fervert you are about things. " Saitou smirked.
Misao glared, and took the pile of clothes back to her room. She tried on her new attire, realizing that they weren't really all that different from her Oniwabanshuu uniforms. The colors were different. She threw a red colored uniform on, slipping it on and tying the shirt closed. It fit. Misao was surprised. She hadn't thought Saitou would figure it out.
perhaps he's learning since he's had his hands on you so much
Misao winced. She had been throwing herself at him as of late. It wasn't right! Saitou was a married man, he didn't deserve what she was doing to him. Misao had higher standards than that. She needed to keep their relationship professional. Whatever was between them...it didn't matter. It had to be put aside. Misao wrapped her ankles, as she heard Saitou's bellowing.
"Hurry up Itachi, Half the day has been waisted already!" Misao finished wrapping her ankles and was bounding out the door.
"Hai Taishou. What needs to be done today?" Misao asked him.
Saitou eyed her red attire. It fit properly, not too loose, but forming to every curve she tried to hide. The shorts made her creamy white legs noticeable and they seemed longer. It drew ones eyes to them. Perhaps he should've just given her the green and blue. Saitou scowled as he pulled out a cigarette.
"We've got some errands to run" Saitou said turning and heading out the door. It was the truth. At least part of it. Misao nodded and followed after them as they headed for the kyoto headquaters. They worked for hours doing mindless tasks like delivering messages and paying visits to officials. Misao was so utterly bored. It was nearly sunset when Saitou headed out past the cities limits.
"Saitou, where are we going?"
"You need to stop calling me that Itachi. It's Fujita Goro when we work. You could get me into quite a bit of trouble by calling me that in public" Saitou told her.
"Oh....sorry Taishou" Misao replied. She watched him wistfully. He seemed to walk with purpose. His chin up his sharp yellow eyes alert, and darting left and right every now and then. She sighed. Whatever was between them could never happen again. Misao was startled to see two yellow eyes staring at her.
"AHCKKK!" Misao cried, jumping backwards, and about to fall over. She closed her eyes expecting the fall. Instead, two arms were snaked around her, and two yellow eyes eyeing her peculiarly.
"Damn, Itachi, can't you balance yourself properly? and I'm teaching you swordsmanship!" Saitou groaned. Misao's eyes narrowed.
"What the HELL is THAT supposed to mean?" Misao cried, kunai flying everywhere.
"That you have bad aim, terrible balance, and crappy weapons" Saitou replied with a smirk.
"SAI-"
"Remember Itachi, Fujita" Saitou interrrupted her.
"OOOooooohhh" Misao growled, kunai in hand and knuckles turning white with her grip.
"Ahh, here we are" Saitou said cheerfully, and stepped into the shop.
Misao blinked, and put her kunai away. They were at a sword shop.
Guess what? I GET TO GO TO ANIMEEXPO!! does a little happy dance that's like the highlight of my summer! Plus I might get to go to comiccon. Hopefully! crosses fingers . Anywho.....The chars don't belong to me,
Buffybot76- You stinkin rock! I haven't talked to you for a while hates being busy but that doesn't change the fact that your still awesome!))
His blade was instantly in his hands and his eyes narrowed dangerously. amber orbs darted left to right, searching for anything that might be out of place. He slid the shouji door slowly open, scanning the area for a foreign ki. Quickly he flowed down the hall. He heard her whimper again. His jaw clenched in fury. Whoever was here would be dead. He guaranteed it. Pausing outside her door, he continued to hear her moan and whimper. Bastard, whoever it was, could conceal their ki and was hurting her.
Saitou paused outside the room, waiting. He slid the door open, and was in his Gatotsu form, waiting for his enemy. A quick scan of the room told him there was nothing and no one there. He looked to the floor and heard Misao's cries. She whimpered as she shifted, dark circles under her eyes. She screamed and sat up, Kunai in hand as she lunged towards Saitou. Saitou dropped the sword, taking both her arms and locking them.
Misao was panting her eyes crazed and sweat all over her face. She was as pale as death as her entire body shook with convulsions.She trembled as she realized where she was. She finally recognized Saitou and those ocean blue eyes returned to their normal size. She choked back a sob, tackling him, crying.
Saitou hit the floor as she unexpectantly tackled him, crying into his chest, her arms wrapped around him. Saitou blinked, having been glomped by her surprisingly affectionate behaviour. I guess this was a bad time to remember that he had un buttoned his shirt, and that she was crying all over his chest. Saitou frowned, and heisitantly patted her head in a lame gesture of comfort. She merely buried herself deeper into his embrace.
"Hush Itachi......Whats wrong?" Saitou soothed, whispering to her. Misao's head reappeared, her eyes a deep blue color from her tears. Saitou brushed a few tangled pieces from her face and tucked them behind her ears.
"I ....I saw them Saitou! I saw the people I'd killed! They were so pale....and covered with blood! They tried to attack me in my dreams! Everytime I plunged my kunai into them they came back at me! They were gouging me and....and I was bleeding....I was dying....and they were pulling me under with them!....and their FACES!" Misao sobbed, trembling against him.
Saitou's eyes widened. He hadn't remembered. She'd never killed anyone. That fight had probably been her first real fight by herself, in a life or death situation. She was so cold! Her skin was like ice! Saitou wrapped his arms around her slowly, in case she wanted to break their embrace. Misao did nothing but bury herself further. Saitou stroked her hair, gaining more confidence with each caress.
"S-saitou....do...do you think I made the right decision?" Misao asked him, still clinging to him, trembling.
"What do you mean?" Saitou replied, golden eyes gleaming softly, as he soothed her.
"I...um....The fight" Misao answered still unaware that she was uncomfortably close, clinging to him.
"It's not neccesarily the "right answer". I'm not sure there was a right answer in your situation. Do I think you did the honorable thing? Yes, but you did something extremely foolish, without thinking of the consequences or having the proper training to go into such a battle. You were basically throwing your life away for a cause unworhty of yourself" Saitou replied. Once again her felt the sting of her hand, meeting his face.
"IT was NOT an unworthy cause" She said, her sea foam green eyes jade and trembling with rage as the tears forced their way through her eyes down her cheeks. She was so close to him!
"So where did that get you? It got you exhiled out of the Oniwabanshuu for disobeying a direct order, and it got your hands bloody with murder, and it got you in a jail cell." Saitou told her, eyes narrowing as his hand rubbed the palm mark. One of these days he'd stop letting her hit him.
"It also got me here." Misao replied.
"How is this situation any better than what you had?"
"I'm with you" Misao replied simply.
Saitou coughed, covering a choking snort.
How could she be so blunt? So confident? he thought.
"I'm learning. I'm being useful. I'm finally going to travel, and it won't be to find anyone or worry or wonder about anything else. It'll be for me. Because I can and because I want to." Misao continued.
Saitou eyed her. Misao's eyes started to return to their normal color, and a flush crept it's way to her features as he held her gaze. Saitou still eyed her, a million thoughts running through his head.
She seems better now...Does that mean she's alright? What time was it anyways? It had to be late...God's he was tired and muddled. He'd done too much thinking today as it was. She was flushing again. Oh...that's right...she happens to be sitting very provocatively against you, her arms wrapped around you. Whoops. Saitou started to remove his arms from around her waist, so that he could move.
Misao saw him about to move, and clung to him again, her head just beneath his chin as she latched a death grip on him.
"Don't go!" She pleaded, and for once Saitou found himself entranced in an endless emerald sea of blue green. He couldn't look away from her pleading gaze. He couldn't say no to her. What was he becoming? Oh gods! Her lips parted slightly to take a deep breath. Saitou's eyes found themselves locked to those pouting trembling lips. He groaned, remembering with vivid clarity how good it felt to have her against him, straddled in a rather compromising position. How good she had tasted...and how he longed to taste her again. Oh gods he wanted to taste her, to take her now!
Saitou's arms went to hers to unlatch her..
"Itachi....you can get through the night..." Saitou began, feeling extremely uncomfortable being in the same room as her, much less with her in his lap.
"Saitou! Don't leave me!"
"Itachi you don't understand" Saitou growled his eyes flashing amber.
"Saitou! I-....I can't BE alone tonight! Please!" She pleaded.
"Itachi....I can't stay here with you tonight...not only is it innappropriate but-" "I don't care! I don't care what happens to me or what we do! Just PLEASE....don't go!" Misao cried.
"Itachi, if I thought you really meant that I'd be worried. It's not a good idea for me to be....around you, especially this late at night." Saitou told her.
"Please..."Misao whimpered. "Just fight my demons....Just tonight...." Misao whispered, eyes blue with tears.
"Itachi...." Saitou said, struggling to find a way out of the room. He couldn't stay with her, especially not tonight. His guard was already down and he was extremely tired as it was. To stay here tonight would mean to taint her innocence and that was something that Saitou Hajime wouldn't do. Coming to that conclusion Saitou started to get up.
"NO you DON'T!" Misao cried, pouncing on top of him, glaring into narrowed amber eyes.
"Itachi. Let. Go. Of. Me." Saitou warned her lossing his patience.
"No!" Misao said. "You are not leaving me alone tonight"
"Get a grip! Do you even realize what you're implying Misao?" Saitou told her, ripping his arm from her grasp.
"I don't care!" She cried, clinging tighter as Saitou got up.
"Like hell you don't! If I stay here tonight, things will be... " Saitou started
Misao came face to face with him, eyes a deep blue in her seething fury.
"Things will be WHAT?" She demanded.
Different Saitou thought scowling.
"If you're not going to even tell me then you're staying!"
"Misao you don't understand" Saitou growled in frustration.
"What do I not understand?" Misao snapped, irritatated.
"What do you think will happen if I stay here?" Saitou asked her exasperatingly.
"You'll guard my rest" Misao replied.
Saitou wanted to kill something in frustration. It was so very typical of Itachi to NOT understand.
"Itachi....what do you think happens between a man and a woman at these hours of the night? What do you think WOULD happen if I stayed here with you?" Saitou asked her.
Misao flushed a bright red.
"Saitou....Please....."
"You don't even know what your asking Itachi. I can't stay here. You don't understand what would happen"
"Then show me!" She cried. "Stop holding the knowledge over my head!" Misao cried, crushing her lips against his.
Saitou hadn't thought she'd do this. He'd thought she'd threaten, and beat about the bush, but not like this. Saitou growled, trying to push her away. Misao would have none of it and clung to him with an even greater ferocity. It seems little Itachi had become a minx! (AN:Thank you buffybot76 for your term, I love you!) She pinned him against the wall, forcing her tongue in his mouth. Misao nibbled his lower lip, and Saitou was gone.
He grabbed Misao' s waist and brought her even closer to him, meeting her tongue, as their kiss intensified. She tasted so terribly sweet. He could never tire of her taste. Saitou to his own horror realized what he was doing and broke off the kiss, shaking his head and retreated towards the door.
"What the hell was that? You tell me that I'm ugly, and that I'm a weasel girl, and that the last kiss was a mistake! But everytime you look at me....and everytime you ...touch me" Misao blushed but went on.
"It's like....it's like I'm being consumed by some fire! I don't understand it! I don't understand you! What is this.....this....thing between us?" Misao blurted, flushed but frustrated as well.
"I never said you were ugly" Saitou said quietly analyzing her. Misao's eyes widened.
"What about your "Mistake?" Misao retorted.
What about that mistake? Saitou thought....
"Itachi" Saitou started.
"MISAO" Misao snapped, loosing her patience.
"Misao" Saitou corrected quickly. "I'm a married man"
Misao's eyes widened at the implication. "You said she'd run off with some-"
"I said she'd run off. That doesn't just end the marriage Itachi. I loved Tokio. F#$, I don't know if I still do or not. But I won't do what she's done. I can't.. I'm sorry Itachi. I shouldn't have let this come between us. Everything I believe in..."
"Aku Zoku san" Misao replied, monotoned, and zoned.
Saitou nodded. "Would be for nothing. I'll stay with you until you fall asleep, but this can't continue Itachi......whatever's between us... I can't let it. It might've been a mistake making you my assistant. This all might've been a mistake..."
Misao said nothing but headed towards her unrolled futon.
"Itachi?" Saitou asked her, frowning.
"Nmm?" Misao responded, burying herself in the futon.
"I'll watch over you tonight. Oyasumi Nasai"
"Oyasumi nasai" Misao's muffled voice responded.
Saitou sat in a chair and read while she slipped into a deep restful sleep. She had no more nightmares as the night when on, and by 3:00 in the morning Saitou let her be, needing his own rest.
Misao's eyes opened as she distinctly heard someone callling her name.
"Itachi....Itachi.....Itachi...get UP" Saitou told her.
Misao groaned, wondering why she allowed him to call her that. She shifted in her futon, and rolled out of it, slowly getting to her feet. She rubbed her eyes and stretched.
"Aa?" Misao asked him.
"Get dressed. You're late getting up. We need to have breakfast and get going. We have a lot of things to do today." Saitou told her closing the door.
Misao sighed and closed the door, taking out her long braid to redo it. It was then that she realized she didn't have any clothes. All of them, her uniforms, her yukata and kimono, everything was at the Aoiya. Misao trembled. She couldn't, wouldn't go back to there. Misao tried to get the wrinkles out of her current Oniwabanshuu uniform. She exited the room heading towards the kitchen.
"Itachi" Saitou called her.
"Hai?" Misao replied, striding down the hallway.
"I forgot to give you these" Saitou replied with a stack of....of clothing and handing the huge stack to her.
"AHCKK....what what are all these for?" Misao asked.
"Uniforms of sorts. They're clothes designed specifically for the duty, the way they're made and the coloring is specific to each precint. It tells other police officers that you're uncercover. It's a precaution, knowing how...fervert you are about things. " Saitou smirked.
Misao glared, and took the pile of clothes back to her room. She tried on her new attire, realizing that they weren't really all that different from her Oniwabanshuu uniforms. The colors were different. She threw a red colored uniform on, slipping it on and tying the shirt closed. It fit. Misao was surprised. She hadn't thought Saitou would figure it out.
perhaps he's learning since he's had his hands on you so much
Misao winced. She had been throwing herself at him as of late. It wasn't right! Saitou was a married man, he didn't deserve what she was doing to him. Misao had higher standards than that. She needed to keep their relationship professional. Whatever was between them...it didn't matter. It had to be put aside. Misao wrapped her ankles, as she heard Saitou's bellowing.
"Hurry up Itachi, Half the day has been waisted already!" Misao finished wrapping her ankles and was bounding out the door.
"Hai Taishou. What needs to be done today?" Misao asked him.
Saitou eyed her red attire. It fit properly, not too loose, but forming to every curve she tried to hide. The shorts made her creamy white legs noticeable and they seemed longer. It drew ones eyes to them. Perhaps he should've just given her the green and blue. Saitou scowled as he pulled out a cigarette.
"We've got some errands to run" Saitou said turning and heading out the door. It was the truth. At least part of it. Misao nodded and followed after them as they headed for the kyoto headquaters. They worked for hours doing mindless tasks like delivering messages and paying visits to officials. Misao was so utterly bored. It was nearly sunset when Saitou headed out past the cities limits.
"Saitou, where are we going?"
"You need to stop calling me that Itachi. It's Fujita Goro when we work. You could get me into quite a bit of trouble by calling me that in public" Saitou told her.
"Oh....sorry Taishou" Misao replied. She watched him wistfully. He seemed to walk with purpose. His chin up his sharp yellow eyes alert, and darting left and right every now and then. She sighed. Whatever was between them could never happen again. Misao was startled to see two yellow eyes staring at her.
"AHCKKK!" Misao cried, jumping backwards, and about to fall over. She closed her eyes expecting the fall. Instead, two arms were snaked around her, and two yellow eyes eyeing her peculiarly.
"Damn, Itachi, can't you balance yourself properly? and I'm teaching you swordsmanship!" Saitou groaned. Misao's eyes narrowed.
"What the HELL is THAT supposed to mean?" Misao cried, kunai flying everywhere.
"That you have bad aim, terrible balance, and crappy weapons" Saitou replied with a smirk.
"SAI-"
"Remember Itachi, Fujita" Saitou interrrupted her.
"OOOooooohhh" Misao growled, kunai in hand and knuckles turning white with her grip.
"Ahh, here we are" Saitou said cheerfully, and stepped into the shop.
Misao blinked, and put her kunai away. They were at a sword shop.