Au: Sumimasen! Forgive my slow updates! I've been hired as an intern and
I'm basically working from 10-10 and 10-6 and occasionally the whole week
should work need to be done. that's what happens when you're an intern,
little wages and hour raped. But the training is awesome. I get to work
with kids too so it's sort of fulfilling .
Went to Anime expo. That rocked my socks off. A ton of Vash's, and Wolfwoods and Kakashi's. A few Kenshins. It was fun! Anywho
Buffybot76- This is ALL your FAULT! You started me up on this idea and now I can't quit it. Eventually you're gonna have to help me write that Sano Misao fic! If you like a lot of alternate pairings go read White Tiger, Jade Concubine. I just got addicted to this fic and have become and Enishi/ Misao fan as well.
Me- sigh Such is my life
Chibi Saitou Sama- glares You LIKE that white haired freak? What about ME????
Me- rolls eyes Jealous aren't we?
CSS- W-wHat?
(I like these stars in between author rants, this is not my idea though...I believe I stole it from like a million other fics! Gomen )
Misao's eyes sparkled emerald as she eyed the swords in the shop. Her eyes darted all over the shop, peering at the shopkeeper's artwork. A smile graced her lips as she looked, in awe at the blades. She ran her hands along the hilt of a nearby blade, admiring it. The shopkeeper smiled broadly.
"I see you are looking for a sword. You've come to the right place. The finest swords in all of Japan are here you know" The man smiled and winked.
Misao flushed, but smiled. "Your work is incredible sir"
Saitou scoffed and pulled out a cigarette. He had brought her here because these swords would work, until he could properly afford a true blade. This one would be her practice Katana, and useful in teaching her the movements. His nose crinkled at the swordsmith's unabashed flirting, and bragging. Arrogant fool.
"Good morning sir, Is this your lovely daughter that you've brought to my shop?" The shopkeeper asked.
Saitou choked, nearly swallowing his cigarette at the comment. How DARE he ask such a question! Saitou wasn't that old....was he? Misao's laughter filled the air, and Saitou ground his teeth in frustration.
"No sir, he's my partner" Misao replied with a forced smile to stifle her laughter. Saitou had taken out another cigarette to counter act the overwhelming feeling of being old. The need to slice the smile off of the man's face was so tempting that Saitou balled his fist to avoid grabbing his sword.
"Oh. So you're lovers?" The shopkeeper asked innocently
Both choked. Saitou had to cough to spit out his nearly swallowed cigarette this time. His yellow eyes gleamed very dangerously.
"No, No, we're partners....we work together" Misao replied, once the brilliant magenta flush had left her face, she glanced over at Saitou, who looked like he was about to Gatotsu the storekeeper through the wall.
"Ah, I see. So no mutual attraction or relation. We'll welcome to my store, feel free to look around"
Saitou nearly snarled as the man went to the back of his storeroom. A soft arm touching his snapped him back into reality.
"Sa-Fujita, don't worry about it, he's just a senile old man." Misao replied with a smile.
"Hmm..."Saitou replied, unclenching his fist and sighing.
"Kind of like some one ELSE I know" Misao replied with a giggle.
"Excuse me?" Saitou challenged. "WHOse Senile?" He glared.
If Misao hadn't been entranced with a sword in front of her she might
have a witty reply. Instead, she was mesmerized by the blade in front
of her. Her blue green eyes widened as her hands moved over its
smoothness.
"Pick it up Itachi" Saitou told her, amused by her fascination. Oh
yes. She was meant to have a sword. By her sheer fascination she would
be a fair swordsman. Misao hesitantly took the hilt into her hands and
lifted it.
"Listen Itachi. When choosing a sword you must be very cautious. One
sword will look right, but you must ignore looks. You are looking for
the other part of your soul. For that is what a sword is"
"I've heard that same analogy used for lovers" Misao replied, taking a
swipe. It was a beautiful sword, but it felt awkward in her hands.
"It is indeed a lover. Your sword will become your life, your very
being, but only if you find the right one. Tell me how that sword
feels in your hands"
"It feels....awkward....clumsy"
"You must find the sword that feels like an extension of yourself,
another part of your arm if you will. Look around the store. And don't
feel pressured by price range, or that you have to have a sword from
this shop. This is very important to your training. Pick wisely"
Misao nodded, and wandering through the swords, picking up a few and
swiping. One felt right, but wasn't what she needed. Another was
pretty but wasn't small enough for her hands. Saitou sat and waited
patiently, smoking a cigarette every now and then. Misao was starting
to get frustrated. She had tried several swords and none of them
seemed to be working.
"It seems as through you are having trouble finding the sword you
want" The shopkeeper observed, a few swords in his hands.
"Hai" Misao replied, feeling frustrated and depressed.
"Please, try these. I've been searching the storerooms for these and I
believe they might work for your needs"
Misao wandered over to him and Saitou's eyebrow arched in speculation.
The storekeeper....find her a sword? Saitou doubted it. Especially if he
thought they were lovers!
he's not too far fetched from the truth now is he?
Saitou grimaced, teeth clenched. He had gone farther with Itachi than
he had ever intended to. But that didn't change the fact that he was a
married man. Happily married.
until she ran off that is
Saitou scowled. He was done thinking these thoughts. He had more
important things to be doing. Like watching the shopkeeper like a
hawk. The shopkeepers hands were on Misao's and he was showing her
where calluses normally built up. Saitou's jaw clenched, white-hot
jealousy ripping through him. He shouldn't be feeling these things.
Not for Itachi.
"Let her pick up the swords" Saitou ordered, yellow eyes gleaming
dangerously. The shopkeeper dropped her hands with a smile.
"Certainly" He replied, eyes gleaming.
Misao picked up the swords one by one. "These feel....better!" She
exclaimed swinging them with ease.
"Appearances can be deceiving, find the one that is perfect" Saitou
told her. How did the shopkeeper know which sword to find for her? The
shopkeeper grinned, eyes twinkling .
"I love swords, sir, If I may venture a guess at what you are
thinking, I can look at a person and know their other half, so to
speak"
Saitou's eyes revealed nothing of what he was thinking. He merely
stared at Misao. She picked up the last sword, and gasped.
"It fits my hand" She said, amazed. She swung it, and the blade sung,
sailing through the air with the ease of her strokes.
"This is the one" She said putting it back in its sheath.
"I figured as much" The shopkeeper replied happily.
"Charge it to the government for the Kyoto police bureau. I'll be
waiting outside Itachi" Saitou told her flicking a cigarette butt, and
crushing it underneath his boot. The door slammed behind him.
"Be careful of that man" The shopkeeper warned, quietly, as if
thinking Saitou would hear him still. "He has eyes for you"
Misao blinked and stuttered "W-what? What are you talking about?"
Misao declared, flushing.
"The way he looks at you...he means to hide it, but it's as clear as
day. Be careful mistress, he looks like a dangerous man" The
shopkeeper warned, wrapping up her sword traditionally.
"I figured I'd wrap it ceremoniously. Usually the police will have a
sword ceremony to present it to you, if not you still have the case
for it. Misao took the box gratefully, her face flushed pink.
"Arigatou..." She murmured.
"Kyotsukete ne" He replied. (An: Be safe, be careful)
Saitou waited, irritated. Misao walked out, face slightly flushed.
"What took you?" Saitou asked, slightly grumpy.
"He wrapped my sword" Misao replied quietly, showing him the box.
"Ah. Let's go then" Saitou replied leading the way.
Misao eyed him, careful to avoid his gaze.
Did he really "have eyes for her"? It was fairly hard to imagine
Saitou Hajime wanting anyone, much less her. But the way he kissed
her, and the passion he had showed to her during their time....Perhaps
he did. But he had made it crystal clear that night that he was a
married man. Misao had to honor that.
Saitou heard the long sigh, and twitched in annoyance. What was she
thinking about now? He was of half a mind to voice his opinion but one
look at the girl told him no. She was lost within her own thoughts. If
he pointed it out she'd probably go on and on about what she thought.
Saitou figured it'd be more of an annoyance to hear her thoughts than
to give in to his curiosity.
"Where are we going Saitou?" Misao asked him.
"Headquarters, have to go turn in the price, so that they budget it."
Saitou replied.
"Oh. Saitou....how...how do you handle....killing people?" Misao asked him,
clutching the box close to her.
Saitou closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"It's not for the faint of heart Itachi" He replied, amber eyes gazing
at her.
"What?"
"Being a ninja requires everything."
"I don't understand" Misao replied. Saitou sighed, closing his eyes
for a second. Misao frowned.
"This isn't a game Itachi. This isn't something you can just pretend
at, and play along with, like you did with the Oniwabanshuu"
Misao's eyes narrowed. "You think I'm PLAYING at this??? I'm NOT a child anymore! I realize how SERIOUS this is!" Misao cried
"Oh really? Then stop acting like one!" Saitou snapped.
"You're childish fear of killing is only setting you back. You can't keep worrying and stressing about this. It's something that happens. You killed someone. So what? It was an honorable, life or death fight. So you took his. You didn't even start the fight. Get over it" He continued pulling out a cigarette.
Misao stood there flabbergasted.
"W-why...W-why you arrogant, thin faced, long nosed, mean FACED JERK!!!!" Misao shouted.
"You think this is EASY FOR ME? Do you even remember who you first killed?"
Saitou smirked. Once again she was acting like a child.
"You're whining again Itachi. Pick your feet up, we've got to get to Headquarters"
"OOOooohhh!!!" Misao growled, pulling out her Kunai. She let them fly at his head.
Saitou turned and using his sword, as a bat, deflected the kunai and "returned" them to her. The Kunai grazed her across her right shoulder, material from her new clothing, hanging down, ripped. She could hear the kunai land, with a thunk into a tree not too many yards away. Furious, she launched herself with a battle cry at Saitou. She would rip that stupid smirk off his face! With three Kunai in hand she slashed. She only caught his shoulder, the scratches minimal. The bastard had dodged. She turned, missing the tree by turning on her ankle, and charging again.
Saitou's yellow eyes gleamed in amusement as he assessed the damage. She had merely ripped his shirt on his shoulder. It was barely scratched. She turned, quicker than he anticipated and charged again. Saitou smirked. She was so very very volatile. He caught her wrists this time as she struggled against him, kicking and fighting like a bobcat.
"You stupid, arrogant, Son of A- LET ME GO!!!!"Misao cried braid whipping with her struggles.
He knew there was a tree a few feet away, and using his body weight against her he forced her back into it. He had effectively pinned her against the tree. Green eyes on fire, a bright Jade color, cheeks flushed a light pink, she screamed her defiance. Saitou didn't catch her words. His eyes were fixated on her small coral lips. His eyes wandered to her hair, which was mussed and wild from their scuffle.
He could hardly miss that her top was partially hanging off of her right shoulder. The curves that were definitely her bound breasts were in clear view, along with a good portion of her collarbone. The itching desire to run his hands along her porcelain skin was overwhelming. Her clothes were rumpled, and her shorts were hiked up from their scuffle, exposing several more inches of creamy white thighs. He eyes roved up and down her body, taking in the view, admiringly.
Misao was still struggling against him. Saitou pressed her more fully to the tree, eyes sparkling amber with desire. Misao gasped, breaking her complaints off for a second. She was so very very close to those amber orbs. She licked her lips nervously, face flushed, eyes frowning, wondering what Saitou was up to.
"Know what Itachi?" Saitou's smooth voice whispered, close to her.
"W-what?" Misao asked, eyeing those thin lips as they moved.
"You talk, entirely too much" Saitou told her crushing her lips against his. Misao called out in surprise through the kiss, but said nothing more, wrapping her arms around his neck. He lifted her up by her waist, pressing her harder into the tree and deepened the kiss. Misao bit her lip to avoid gasping at the intimacy of their closeness. She didn't want to stop. This....this feeling that Saitou was making her feel. Whatever he was doing she was feeling so.....It was so intense, she needed something...but she didn't know what. The feeling only got stronger. She couldn't hold back anymore.
She moaned breaking off the arousing kiss. Saitou dropped her, having heard the noise, and reached for his sword. Misao hit the floor with a thud, sobering up from their close encounter, very quickly.
"FUJITA SAN!!!" One of the subordinate police officers cried, running towards them.
"What is it?" Saitou growled, amber eyes narrowed dangerously.
Misao glared at him, face flushed, seething in fury. How DARE he just drop her to the floor like she was nothing! Bastard! Jerk! Son of a-
"The captain sir! He's been murdered!" The subordinate replied, breathing heavily. "We've been looking all over for you sir, but we couldn't find you"
Misao's eyes widened. The captain was dead?
"Where and when did this happen?"
"About a 5 days ago, up at the capital. We've just gotten word this morning, sir" Saitou merely nodded stroking his chin.
"I'll meet you at headquarters, I've some business to attend to."
"Hai Taisho sama" The subordinate saluted.
Saitou smirked. "I guess I do rate a captain, now don't I?" His tone amused. The subordinate left, and Saitou turned. Itachi was dusting herself off, and ignoring him.
"I trust you heard what he said Itachi?" Saitou asked her, wondering
what her problem was now.
"Fuck you, Saitou" Misao snapped, words laced with venom. Saitou drew
closer to her, amber eyes never leaving her jade ones.
"You'd do well not to tempt me Itachi" He purred, grabbing her waist
and bringing her to him. His amber eyes were sparkling still, desire
still in them. Misao blinked and shook her head, struggling in his
grasp.
"NO! what the hell IS THIS? You're the one who told me you were
married and that nothing could continue from this! And NOW you want
to? MAKE up your mind Saitou! You can't keep changing it whenever it's
convenient. You told me you were married! We can't keep doing this!
Remember????"
Saitou flinched. She was right, but there was too much going on right
now for idle chatter. This would have to wait, until Saitou had time
to think about it. Too many things were falling into place, work wise
to worry about their personal lives.
"We have to go Itachi. We're needed at headquarters. We can talk about
this later" Saitou told her, turning and heading towards the main
office.
"But- This is- Saitou! Damn it! MATTE! (wait)" Misao cried running
after him.
Went to Anime expo. That rocked my socks off. A ton of Vash's, and Wolfwoods and Kakashi's. A few Kenshins. It was fun! Anywho
Buffybot76- This is ALL your FAULT! You started me up on this idea and now I can't quit it. Eventually you're gonna have to help me write that Sano Misao fic! If you like a lot of alternate pairings go read White Tiger, Jade Concubine. I just got addicted to this fic and have become and Enishi/ Misao fan as well.
Me- sigh Such is my life
Chibi Saitou Sama- glares You LIKE that white haired freak? What about ME????
Me- rolls eyes Jealous aren't we?
CSS- W-wHat?
(I like these stars in between author rants, this is not my idea though...I believe I stole it from like a million other fics! Gomen )
Misao's eyes sparkled emerald as she eyed the swords in the shop. Her eyes darted all over the shop, peering at the shopkeeper's artwork. A smile graced her lips as she looked, in awe at the blades. She ran her hands along the hilt of a nearby blade, admiring it. The shopkeeper smiled broadly.
"I see you are looking for a sword. You've come to the right place. The finest swords in all of Japan are here you know" The man smiled and winked.
Misao flushed, but smiled. "Your work is incredible sir"
Saitou scoffed and pulled out a cigarette. He had brought her here because these swords would work, until he could properly afford a true blade. This one would be her practice Katana, and useful in teaching her the movements. His nose crinkled at the swordsmith's unabashed flirting, and bragging. Arrogant fool.
"Good morning sir, Is this your lovely daughter that you've brought to my shop?" The shopkeeper asked.
Saitou choked, nearly swallowing his cigarette at the comment. How DARE he ask such a question! Saitou wasn't that old....was he? Misao's laughter filled the air, and Saitou ground his teeth in frustration.
"No sir, he's my partner" Misao replied with a forced smile to stifle her laughter. Saitou had taken out another cigarette to counter act the overwhelming feeling of being old. The need to slice the smile off of the man's face was so tempting that Saitou balled his fist to avoid grabbing his sword.
"Oh. So you're lovers?" The shopkeeper asked innocently
Both choked. Saitou had to cough to spit out his nearly swallowed cigarette this time. His yellow eyes gleamed very dangerously.
"No, No, we're partners....we work together" Misao replied, once the brilliant magenta flush had left her face, she glanced over at Saitou, who looked like he was about to Gatotsu the storekeeper through the wall.
"Ah, I see. So no mutual attraction or relation. We'll welcome to my store, feel free to look around"
Saitou nearly snarled as the man went to the back of his storeroom. A soft arm touching his snapped him back into reality.
"Sa-Fujita, don't worry about it, he's just a senile old man." Misao replied with a smile.
"Hmm..."Saitou replied, unclenching his fist and sighing.
"Kind of like some one ELSE I know" Misao replied with a giggle.
"Excuse me?" Saitou challenged. "WHOse Senile?" He glared.
If Misao hadn't been entranced with a sword in front of her she might
have a witty reply. Instead, she was mesmerized by the blade in front
of her. Her blue green eyes widened as her hands moved over its
smoothness.
"Pick it up Itachi" Saitou told her, amused by her fascination. Oh
yes. She was meant to have a sword. By her sheer fascination she would
be a fair swordsman. Misao hesitantly took the hilt into her hands and
lifted it.
"Listen Itachi. When choosing a sword you must be very cautious. One
sword will look right, but you must ignore looks. You are looking for
the other part of your soul. For that is what a sword is"
"I've heard that same analogy used for lovers" Misao replied, taking a
swipe. It was a beautiful sword, but it felt awkward in her hands.
"It is indeed a lover. Your sword will become your life, your very
being, but only if you find the right one. Tell me how that sword
feels in your hands"
"It feels....awkward....clumsy"
"You must find the sword that feels like an extension of yourself,
another part of your arm if you will. Look around the store. And don't
feel pressured by price range, or that you have to have a sword from
this shop. This is very important to your training. Pick wisely"
Misao nodded, and wandering through the swords, picking up a few and
swiping. One felt right, but wasn't what she needed. Another was
pretty but wasn't small enough for her hands. Saitou sat and waited
patiently, smoking a cigarette every now and then. Misao was starting
to get frustrated. She had tried several swords and none of them
seemed to be working.
"It seems as through you are having trouble finding the sword you
want" The shopkeeper observed, a few swords in his hands.
"Hai" Misao replied, feeling frustrated and depressed.
"Please, try these. I've been searching the storerooms for these and I
believe they might work for your needs"
Misao wandered over to him and Saitou's eyebrow arched in speculation.
The storekeeper....find her a sword? Saitou doubted it. Especially if he
thought they were lovers!
he's not too far fetched from the truth now is he?
Saitou grimaced, teeth clenched. He had gone farther with Itachi than
he had ever intended to. But that didn't change the fact that he was a
married man. Happily married.
until she ran off that is
Saitou scowled. He was done thinking these thoughts. He had more
important things to be doing. Like watching the shopkeeper like a
hawk. The shopkeepers hands were on Misao's and he was showing her
where calluses normally built up. Saitou's jaw clenched, white-hot
jealousy ripping through him. He shouldn't be feeling these things.
Not for Itachi.
"Let her pick up the swords" Saitou ordered, yellow eyes gleaming
dangerously. The shopkeeper dropped her hands with a smile.
"Certainly" He replied, eyes gleaming.
Misao picked up the swords one by one. "These feel....better!" She
exclaimed swinging them with ease.
"Appearances can be deceiving, find the one that is perfect" Saitou
told her. How did the shopkeeper know which sword to find for her? The
shopkeeper grinned, eyes twinkling .
"I love swords, sir, If I may venture a guess at what you are
thinking, I can look at a person and know their other half, so to
speak"
Saitou's eyes revealed nothing of what he was thinking. He merely
stared at Misao. She picked up the last sword, and gasped.
"It fits my hand" She said, amazed. She swung it, and the blade sung,
sailing through the air with the ease of her strokes.
"This is the one" She said putting it back in its sheath.
"I figured as much" The shopkeeper replied happily.
"Charge it to the government for the Kyoto police bureau. I'll be
waiting outside Itachi" Saitou told her flicking a cigarette butt, and
crushing it underneath his boot. The door slammed behind him.
"Be careful of that man" The shopkeeper warned, quietly, as if
thinking Saitou would hear him still. "He has eyes for you"
Misao blinked and stuttered "W-what? What are you talking about?"
Misao declared, flushing.
"The way he looks at you...he means to hide it, but it's as clear as
day. Be careful mistress, he looks like a dangerous man" The
shopkeeper warned, wrapping up her sword traditionally.
"I figured I'd wrap it ceremoniously. Usually the police will have a
sword ceremony to present it to you, if not you still have the case
for it. Misao took the box gratefully, her face flushed pink.
"Arigatou..." She murmured.
"Kyotsukete ne" He replied. (An: Be safe, be careful)
Saitou waited, irritated. Misao walked out, face slightly flushed.
"What took you?" Saitou asked, slightly grumpy.
"He wrapped my sword" Misao replied quietly, showing him the box.
"Ah. Let's go then" Saitou replied leading the way.
Misao eyed him, careful to avoid his gaze.
Did he really "have eyes for her"? It was fairly hard to imagine
Saitou Hajime wanting anyone, much less her. But the way he kissed
her, and the passion he had showed to her during their time....Perhaps
he did. But he had made it crystal clear that night that he was a
married man. Misao had to honor that.
Saitou heard the long sigh, and twitched in annoyance. What was she
thinking about now? He was of half a mind to voice his opinion but one
look at the girl told him no. She was lost within her own thoughts. If
he pointed it out she'd probably go on and on about what she thought.
Saitou figured it'd be more of an annoyance to hear her thoughts than
to give in to his curiosity.
"Where are we going Saitou?" Misao asked him.
"Headquarters, have to go turn in the price, so that they budget it."
Saitou replied.
"Oh. Saitou....how...how do you handle....killing people?" Misao asked him,
clutching the box close to her.
Saitou closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"It's not for the faint of heart Itachi" He replied, amber eyes gazing
at her.
"What?"
"Being a ninja requires everything."
"I don't understand" Misao replied. Saitou sighed, closing his eyes
for a second. Misao frowned.
"This isn't a game Itachi. This isn't something you can just pretend
at, and play along with, like you did with the Oniwabanshuu"
Misao's eyes narrowed. "You think I'm PLAYING at this??? I'm NOT a child anymore! I realize how SERIOUS this is!" Misao cried
"Oh really? Then stop acting like one!" Saitou snapped.
"You're childish fear of killing is only setting you back. You can't keep worrying and stressing about this. It's something that happens. You killed someone. So what? It was an honorable, life or death fight. So you took his. You didn't even start the fight. Get over it" He continued pulling out a cigarette.
Misao stood there flabbergasted.
"W-why...W-why you arrogant, thin faced, long nosed, mean FACED JERK!!!!" Misao shouted.
"You think this is EASY FOR ME? Do you even remember who you first killed?"
Saitou smirked. Once again she was acting like a child.
"You're whining again Itachi. Pick your feet up, we've got to get to Headquarters"
"OOOooohhh!!!" Misao growled, pulling out her Kunai. She let them fly at his head.
Saitou turned and using his sword, as a bat, deflected the kunai and "returned" them to her. The Kunai grazed her across her right shoulder, material from her new clothing, hanging down, ripped. She could hear the kunai land, with a thunk into a tree not too many yards away. Furious, she launched herself with a battle cry at Saitou. She would rip that stupid smirk off his face! With three Kunai in hand she slashed. She only caught his shoulder, the scratches minimal. The bastard had dodged. She turned, missing the tree by turning on her ankle, and charging again.
Saitou's yellow eyes gleamed in amusement as he assessed the damage. She had merely ripped his shirt on his shoulder. It was barely scratched. She turned, quicker than he anticipated and charged again. Saitou smirked. She was so very very volatile. He caught her wrists this time as she struggled against him, kicking and fighting like a bobcat.
"You stupid, arrogant, Son of A- LET ME GO!!!!"Misao cried braid whipping with her struggles.
He knew there was a tree a few feet away, and using his body weight against her he forced her back into it. He had effectively pinned her against the tree. Green eyes on fire, a bright Jade color, cheeks flushed a light pink, she screamed her defiance. Saitou didn't catch her words. His eyes were fixated on her small coral lips. His eyes wandered to her hair, which was mussed and wild from their scuffle.
He could hardly miss that her top was partially hanging off of her right shoulder. The curves that were definitely her bound breasts were in clear view, along with a good portion of her collarbone. The itching desire to run his hands along her porcelain skin was overwhelming. Her clothes were rumpled, and her shorts were hiked up from their scuffle, exposing several more inches of creamy white thighs. He eyes roved up and down her body, taking in the view, admiringly.
Misao was still struggling against him. Saitou pressed her more fully to the tree, eyes sparkling amber with desire. Misao gasped, breaking her complaints off for a second. She was so very very close to those amber orbs. She licked her lips nervously, face flushed, eyes frowning, wondering what Saitou was up to.
"Know what Itachi?" Saitou's smooth voice whispered, close to her.
"W-what?" Misao asked, eyeing those thin lips as they moved.
"You talk, entirely too much" Saitou told her crushing her lips against his. Misao called out in surprise through the kiss, but said nothing more, wrapping her arms around his neck. He lifted her up by her waist, pressing her harder into the tree and deepened the kiss. Misao bit her lip to avoid gasping at the intimacy of their closeness. She didn't want to stop. This....this feeling that Saitou was making her feel. Whatever he was doing she was feeling so.....It was so intense, she needed something...but she didn't know what. The feeling only got stronger. She couldn't hold back anymore.
She moaned breaking off the arousing kiss. Saitou dropped her, having heard the noise, and reached for his sword. Misao hit the floor with a thud, sobering up from their close encounter, very quickly.
"FUJITA SAN!!!" One of the subordinate police officers cried, running towards them.
"What is it?" Saitou growled, amber eyes narrowed dangerously.
Misao glared at him, face flushed, seething in fury. How DARE he just drop her to the floor like she was nothing! Bastard! Jerk! Son of a-
"The captain sir! He's been murdered!" The subordinate replied, breathing heavily. "We've been looking all over for you sir, but we couldn't find you"
Misao's eyes widened. The captain was dead?
"Where and when did this happen?"
"About a 5 days ago, up at the capital. We've just gotten word this morning, sir" Saitou merely nodded stroking his chin.
"I'll meet you at headquarters, I've some business to attend to."
"Hai Taisho sama" The subordinate saluted.
Saitou smirked. "I guess I do rate a captain, now don't I?" His tone amused. The subordinate left, and Saitou turned. Itachi was dusting herself off, and ignoring him.
"I trust you heard what he said Itachi?" Saitou asked her, wondering
what her problem was now.
"Fuck you, Saitou" Misao snapped, words laced with venom. Saitou drew
closer to her, amber eyes never leaving her jade ones.
"You'd do well not to tempt me Itachi" He purred, grabbing her waist
and bringing her to him. His amber eyes were sparkling still, desire
still in them. Misao blinked and shook her head, struggling in his
grasp.
"NO! what the hell IS THIS? You're the one who told me you were
married and that nothing could continue from this! And NOW you want
to? MAKE up your mind Saitou! You can't keep changing it whenever it's
convenient. You told me you were married! We can't keep doing this!
Remember????"
Saitou flinched. She was right, but there was too much going on right
now for idle chatter. This would have to wait, until Saitou had time
to think about it. Too many things were falling into place, work wise
to worry about their personal lives.
"We have to go Itachi. We're needed at headquarters. We can talk about
this later" Saitou told her, turning and heading towards the main
office.
"But- This is- Saitou! Damn it! MATTE! (wait)" Misao cried running
after him.