Saitou
Saitou had gone through several packs of cigarettes in just three hours. This was because he was annoyed. He was annoyed that people were such dumbasses and didn't see what was right in front of them. Does Shishio really think he's the only one with his people on this train? Is Heishin an idiot? He's an idiot. How could he have possibly gotten so rich? Shinomori is a cunning bastard alright, thinks that there's no such thing as being too careful, I see.
He leaned against the wall beside the door in the dining car, watching a short red-haired man meet Shinomori Aoshi, a girl calming the ice-man down as he reached into his jacket for a handgun. Ah, well. I guess Shinomori's still a soft man underneath all those guns and all that tea. He really wants to see for himself how much the Battousai's fangs have dulled. And that poor Weasel kid, trying to take care of him.
Lighting another cigarette, Saitou looked further and almost laughed. Oh, he's gotten busy. Two kids already. Wait… He paused. That girl looks barely older than his oldest kid. Don't tell me… Ah, whatever. How does that matter, anyway. When are these idiots going to stop talking?
He glanced at Heishin with his men and snorted. How inconspicuous, idiot, he thought sarcastically. His demeanor is ridiculous. 'Who's a mobster? Oh no, not me'. Saitou snorted and continued to glare around the room. Oh look. I found a broom. How does his hair stay up like that? He thought curiously. Oh wait, I know. The power of idiocy. He glowered sourly at the people sitting at a nearby table. They both look so girly, it's insane. Do they work for Shishio as henchmen or do they just curl his wife's hair? The young man with blue eyes noticed his glare, met Saitou's eyes and smiled. Saitou slowly breathed out smoke, his eyebrows furrowing in a frown, until the boy looked away.
That's right, idiot. Look away. He stubbed his cigarette into an ashtray on the table near him and lit another. Oh look. The ice-cube is getting up. Well, alright. Either that's some form of Morse code, or he should just not get all touchy-feely when people are trying to eat. Saitou's glare soured, but was surprised when he saw it returned for a second by a pair of icy blue eyes. Aoshi walked by him and Saitou could see he had his gun ready inside his jacket. I guess he's going to stake things out.
He peered down the hallway after Aoshi. What the hell is that? Satou looked at Heishin with his 'four gods', then back after Aoshi. Is that so… There's a 'fifth god'. Huh. Well, the more you know, I guess.
Saitou shrugged and continued to assess (read: glare at) the people in the dining car. And there's a rich-looking woman. Wait. He paused again, looking at her more carefully. Is she…? He blinked. Well, alright then. I guess I can use that. And who's that idiotic looking guy whose hair stays up by the power of idiocy too? It just has to be him.
Looking closer, Saitou smirked. And so it is. Well, well, well, what have we here. It's the idiotic Sagara. I might enjoy this a bit more than I thought. Not just pissing Shinomori off, but riling Sagara up too. This'll be interesting.
He lit another cigarette, the ashtray overflowing. And the Weasel kid is getting up. He smirked as she looked in his direction. As she walked by, he raised an eyebrow and blew out a puff of smoke. "Careful, Weasel kid." He said quietly, his lips barely moving. "A much bigger predator has his eye on Heishin." His narrow amber eyes seemed to glow. "Tell Shinomori that."
Oh look at you. So surprised. You're not the only one who knows things, kid. Get used to it. He crossed his arms impatiently. Hurry up, Battousai. I need to talk to you, idiot. Oh finally. He looked at me. Saitou raised an eyebrow, meeting Kenshin's eyes. He tapped his watch and made a flicking motion with his hand towards Kaoru and the kids. Get the kids outta here so we can talk, Battousai. Time is running short. Saitou saw Kenshin nod in response. I guess, another way he could've interpreted that is, 'its's time for your kids to go to bed'. But I don't think the Battousai would take any child-rearing advice from me.
Kenshin stood up and whispered something Kaoru, laying a hand on her shoulder. The young woman nodded, her arms tightening protectively around her child and her eyes flicking to Saitou for a moment. Saitou was surprised to notice that her eyes held cold defiance instead of fear as he had expected. Hm. This kid has good eyes. They stood up and left – and Saitou took that as a cue to join Kenshin at the table.
"It's been a while, Battousai." He said quietly, sitting down across from the redhead.
"Indeed it has." Said Kenshin mildly. "Quite a while."
Saitou settled back in his chair. "I didn't come here for small talk." Kenshin nodded with a vague smile and Saitou could sense that he was hiding anger. "Don't worry. I'm not going to try and pick a fight with you like Shinomori did at first. I'm here to warn you."
Kenshin raised an eyebrow with a smile. "This one no longer has anything to do with anything that you nor anyone else from before is a part of, indeed I do not. The Battousai died ten years ago. Whatever warnings you have for me… I thank you for the thought, but this one has no intention of getting involved, indeed I do not. There is no more Battousai. There is only Himura Kenshin."
"Unfortunately not everyone has that outlook… Himura Kenshin. Me included." He stood up. "I just wanted to warn you. Soon a lot of things are going to start happening and you'll be dragged into this whether you want it or not." Saitou raised a sarcastic eyebrow. "Surely your ten years of peace have not made you a complete idiot. Do you not see Heishin, Shinomori himself and Shishio Makoto's men right here on this bloody train?" he snorted. "Or at least, it's not bloody yet."
Kenshin also stood up. "Do not drag this one into this, please." He said with steel in his voice. "I have no interest in taking up my gun and my old name and leaving my family behind or subjecting them to any danger, indeed I do not."
"I have no interest in including you in this, Battousai. It'd just make things more complicated for me." Saitou said calmly. "I also have a home and a wife that I have to return to. I just wanted to warn you, out of the kindness of my heart." He said sarcastically and stubbed out his cigarette, turning around. "I owe you one from ten years ago. I'll be seeing you around, Battousai." He said. "Take care."