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Law	By : Artemick Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Het - Male/Female Views: 6553 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Police
- 2-Regret
- 3-Wonder
- 4-Satire
- 5-Heal
- 6-Promises
- 7-Overseer
- 1
- 2
- 3
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Many, many months later, after a number of battles and help, Kenshin found himself in that same jail cell again. This time sunlight pierced the roof. He stared up at the dust floating through the beams.
Saito laughed, again, and hung on the bars to watch Kenshin like a zoo animal. "Release him."
Kenshin ducked under the low doorway to get out.
Saito rolled his eyes. "How do you get in here so often?"
"I suppose that revolution, however quiet, is by definition beyond legal limits."
"What? Write a book, matyr." Saito turned. "Let's get your sword."
Kenshin followed, and Saito released him with nothing more than a pat on the shoulder.
Further down the street, Kenshin realized he was holding his breath. The sun seemed to glare off the leaves; the breeze deafening. He had been so afraid he was going to be trapped again that he was surprised to be free, and alone. The rush opened his heart to the summer air.
A year later, when Kenshin's bones ached from battles, after his sight had been taken and returned by the false idol of the matyred tribe, Kenshin sat to listen to his friend Sano weep about the love of a woman. And as Sano recounted Sayo's words, Kenshin wept also.
"I'm so sorry! Sano. I've never been loved like that. She was so wise," Kenshin said finally, breathless. "I don't – I can't begin to understand, except to imagine the wonder of her, and the pain of the loss."
Sano hugged him, tears wiping into Kenshin's hair. "Ah, you runt."
Saito came directly from his shift to the restaurant. The tables stilled to see his dark uniform. He stalked through the tight aisles and tables of patrons. He knelt at the other side of Kenshin's table, smelling of cigarettes. He lay down his sword. "Evening, Battousai."
"Please. Use my name."
They sat in silence for a minute. Kenshin offered him the sake immediately as it arrived, tilting the bottle over Saito's cup. "Was the sentence pronounced yet?"
"Your pet ambassador will tell you long before I can, Kenshin. That can't be why you called me here. You've got better police contacts than me."
"Oh no. I needed – " Kenshin's eyes shifted. "It's – you're the only one I can discuss this with."
Saito tilted his head, mouth quirking. His eyes traced Kenshin's body. Impeccably straight back. Tight hardened body inside loose second-hand clothes. Breasts still tied back. He was still old Japan to Saito, an immutable spirit in a fragile and narrow frame, adapting well, with optimism, trust, and discipline. Saito chuckled. "I don't know where you can burn your bloody rags without anyone noticing. If that was the question."
"Kaoru knows I am a woman now. When I was blind, she tended my body. She saw me. She – she's forgiven my deception. Completely. But her desires are more flexible than mine."
Saito raised his eyebrows, then laughed. "Beautiful tangle that'll be."
"Huh?"
The man pinched the bridge of his nose, snickering. He took a sip of his sake.
Kenshin lifted a hand, annoyed. "Saito."
"Oh, Battousai. You can't slash your way out of that one. Well, you have a choice. Stay and be her husband. That's a fine option."
"I cannot. I find it – against my nature," Kenshin said. Looking down into his cup, Kenshin saw the surface of his sake trembling. "I find that desire is something I cannot change in myself."
"Desire for men. How lovely. Is that thanks to me?"
Kenshin's eyes flashed up, and he grit, "That is in spite of you."
"Hah. And you want me to what? Give the happy couple a child? Kaoru is ferocious. But I like martial artists, you know, both of you. Together would be fine. But if you won't, I'll take her."
"Stay away from her. I want you to teach me how to…to force myself on another person when my emotions are conflicting."
Saito stared. "That?"
"Yes."
"To force myself -- that is what you think I can teach?" Saito asked.
"I know you can."
Saito grabbed his sword and jammed it down as he stood. "Hitokiri battousai. You have an ugly heart."
He left the restaurant.
Kenshin sat, alone and confused, staring at the empty space.
Kenshin declined Kaoru's interest. Later, she married another.
Kenshin moved to an apartment to allow Kaoru and her husband enough space, and then traveled often to spare himself from witnessing the dissolution of the tight family he'd been blessed with.
Yahiko began dating and, though he still studied the sword, he had a better life as a student of mathematics and business. He began to work in the restaurant. He wore an apron more and hakama less. It suited him.
Sano was a constant but dissolute satyr of a friend, full of passion but incapable of the discernment Kenshin longed for.
So Kenshin starved himself of what he wanted, helped where he could, and returned home to his empty room to cook rice before bed. He wept at odd moments when he saw his life, the solitude in which he lived in or the long night walks home. But then he felt ashamed and lucky to live at all. He considered going back to the mountains, but he could not bear to go by himself. At least in town, he could pretend people were close to him – some knew him and waved, talked, or gave him work. Other times Kenshin listened to the noise in the apartments around him and pretended it was his friends in another room. He dreamed of that warm sheltered garden.
Kenshin began keeping odd hours. He worked late because there was no reason not to. He couldn't make himself leave noisy places or busy streets. So he would only leave for home after most people were long since asleep.
Because of that, Kenshin found himself looking at a nightmare – or a daydream.
He saw a woman dressed in white hakama, with bleached and hennaed hair wound tightly back, cut into thick rough bangs in front.
Kenshin touched his own hair, almost expecting her to mirror his move as a reflection.
She wore a sword. An officer with her was correcting her grip. She was grinning.
Kenshin watched, having never seen her before – not in any fight. A new student in town? It struck him how odd it was to see someone like her in practical fight clothes and organized enough to learn from a teacher, but yet at night. On the street.
She went into a house, waving at the officer. Then the officer turned, and it was Saito. Kenshin saw his profile, the cigarette.
Kenshin lifted his hand in greeting.
Saito stared, glanced at the woman's door, and turned, leaving Kenshin alone in the street with his hand up.
Kenshin went home.
He stared into the mirror. He grinned at his reflection, examining how a smile could change a face.
He went out to the roof to practice kata, and then, sweating, returned and stared again into the glass mirror. He'd not even been left with his own image.
Kenshin returned from visiting Hiko and his stupid kiln, infuriated. The man was a lunatic. But his irritation only increased on the walk home. Saito was standing in front of his building.
"This is a poor place for the great hero," Saito drawled.
"This is – " Kenshin started to growl, but checked his mood. He reminded himself to be grateful for life, for Hiko's training which had saved it, and for the modest apartment. Whatever the path there, whatever his regret, it was all he could do: his best.
Kenshin tried to make that carefree smile he'd seen in the street, on the woman. "I clean my own floors, so a small place is best. Anyway, there's no cushy police pension for me. Please excuse me. I was traveling and I'm tired."
Saito bowed. "Let me apologize."
"There's no need."
"Kenshin. I want to apologize."
Kenshin understood, frozen. He closed his hand. "There's no need."
"That time. When I found you again, I was cruel. I hurt – "
"You couldn't hurt me. You couldn't make me do anything. I've already told you, so leave."
"Wait. Please listen – you know what I did. And about Kaoru. I threatened her. I'm sorry." He kept pausing between phrasing to check Kenshin's reaction, adding more when there was no response. "It was unforgiveable. I was inhuman. I rationalized it, but the truth is I could have been kind and I choose to – to put you on your knees. It's a sin."
"Are you Christian now?"
"No, I – Kenshin. I don't even want you to forgive me. I'm asking because you deserve to be asked." Saito stared into him. "Begged. So that you can say no."
Kenshin pushed around him. "I'm grateful for your words."
He shut the door, ignoring Saito's yell and his fist banging the door. Kenshin stripped and lay down to sleep, and when Saito left, he was able to.
The next day, Saito came again after work and stood there. He bowed. "This is the last time. Kenshin. I know you don't want to see me – "
"That's not true."
Saito looked up at him carefully. "Then – I'm sorry. Forgive me."
"Saito, thank you for coming. Please come in."
Kenshin just wanted to sit. He had gotten up with the sun and worked all day, because he could not afford to miss an opportunity, even though the travel had exhausted him. Kenshin put down his bag of groceries and made a simple dinner and tea. Saito followed, fetching water and cooking the rice, getting cigarette ashes in everything.
"Please stop smoking," Kenshin said finally.
Saito did without a word. "I forget I'm doing it. I'm nervous."
Kenshin watched him put it out. Watching Saito oblige him was a new feeling.
"I accept your apology. I'm grateful for it." Kenshin stopped. "You did hurt me."
Saito stiffened. His hands trembled. "I know."
"It was frightening. Painful. It complicated my trust in others. It worsened my injury."
"I know. I knew it as it happened. That's why I stopped before – anything else. You don't have to believe me, but I've never done a thing like that before or since. I did find a lover though – a prostitute. You saw. But I am kind to her. I swear. You can ask her. I pay well and I'm gentle. And I haven't pressured another person with my authority. You can ask – "
"I have."
"You have?"
"Of course I have," Kenshin said. "I had to! You made it my responsibility. Keeping that secret could have destroyed another person. I had to stop you if you did that to anyone else. It was my responsibility to stop you, because I knew. I know what you are, what you're capable of, what you did to me. I held back from getting justice for myself, because I am a murderer -- and you knew what I was when you attacked me. Our interaction was an extension of the previous era. But if you let that bleed into this one – I will stop you."
"I didn't understand the era before, Kenshin. I was a kid, given an opportunity I should never have had. So were you. But you grew up before me. I was still a fool."
Kenshin kept cutting radishes. Saito was only telling him his own words, and didn't even realize it. "She looks happy."
"Yes. I mean, she's paid to, so I don't know, but I think she is happy. She doesn't have to take other customers. I'm clean, healthy. She's paid well, so she gets to do what she wants. She likes theatre, so she's studying there. She likes imitating you."
Kenshin turned full to him. "Me?"
"But…I told her it was time to move on. She just thinks you're interesting. Anyway, it's not all bad. She was the one explaining all this to me. Telling me to apologize. Anyway, she likes you. My lust for you got her an apartment. She's not renting. Not like the poor old battousai."
Kenshin looked away. He remembered the lines in his skin when he'd looked in the mirror. Anger flooded him. He should have suspected Saito's apology wouldn’t be whole. It wasn't even from his mind, or his understanding. He was parroting. He wasn't sorry.
They finished preparing the meal in near silence, served it, sat, and ate.
"Things have gotten sad for you."
"Not sad enough that I would be your whore."
"That's not – ! I never said…it sounded like that, didn't it? I'm sorry." Saito bowed, bringing his hands up.
Kenshin motioned for him to forget it. "Please eat. I have work tomorrow."
"This is sad to me. Everything. Living alone. No garden."
Kenshin clenched his fist. But he felt peace in his heart. "I'm not sad. I'm lucky to be alive so I can atone."
Saito went on. "I thought you might also feel it, having similar history and age. The world has stopped for us. It's for younger people now. Nothing left for us to do but die."
Kenshin did not feel it. "It's a nicer world. I like to watch the young people growing up in it. I was – I was thinking about a child I saw this morning. She was safe. Yahiko was being beaten for refusing to cower to a gang at that age. This country has been through growing pains, but there is improvement."
"Ha. As a child, I was spoiled. Were you?"
"No."
After a minute, Saito tried again, "Were your parents strict?"
"My parents died. My village was destroyed. I couldn't protect anyone. The villagers I was with were taken. They were sold off as slaves. I wasn't sold because I was too weak, too small. I was tied to the wagon. The women with me were rented to men to rape. But those women cared for me during the daylight. They were so kind. Then they were killed protecting me when the slavers were attacked."
"Who attacks slavers and kills chained slaves?"
Kenshin shrugged. "People who like to kill."
"Kenshin…"
"Killing is easy. It's…easy. It's fun to do something so easy and final and – strong. When you're young. People like to exercise the power they have when they're afraid."
"You frighten me."
"Don't rationalize it."
Saito bowed. "Ha, and here I was apologizing."
"A lot has happened. I'm lucky to be alive to see it. To even have a moment to be part of it. To repay people." Kenshin stared out. Focusing, he saw Saito's plate was empty. He leaned over and offered him more food. "It's plain, but please eat."
Saito ate more. He stayed a long time.
Finally, after a second pot of tea, he asked, "Do you want me here or should I leave?"
Kenshin's brow furrowed with shame. He turned his face down. His heart was more terrified of the empty room than the false apology. "It's nice to have company."
"If you want to sleep, I'll watch the door."
"Thank you, but I'm not afraid."
"I know you are. Because I am. I wish someone would watch my door. Go to bed. I'll have a cigarette or two while you sleep, and let myself out."
Kenshin got up, and lay out his bed.
That night was less dark. But he did not sleep well.
They began to have dinner every night. Afterwards, Saito would wait, sitting and smoking until Kenshin fell asleep, and he would leave without a sound. Kenshin could see his own pathos, to be so low that he went to his rapist and enemy for comfort. But it was care, and it did comfort him. It was the best offer he had. Saito asked for forgiveness often, and Kenshin granted it every time.
"I have no place to turn someone away, when I have done so much wrong," Kenshin told him.
"It's not the same. Ah, Battosai. I thought it was a game. I thought you found it just as fun, even when you were caught. That you saw the hilarity of it. Us in such an organized, defined setting – all made up! Just an agreement."
Kenshin nodded. "It was odd. But rape is – painful."
Saito moved from the table, still on his knees, and bowed to the floor. "Kenshin – "
Kenshin told him to get up. Saito would not rise.
"Kenshin. I wanted to hurt you because I hurt." His voice grated, low. "To be in a different uniform and world, to be in power - I wanted to see how far it went. I was testing the bounds. I should never have done it and I'm only glad it was to you because you stopped me."
Kenshin was momentarily overwhelmed by the memory of being on the floor, Saito's cock in his hands. The feel of his finger. His bleeding shoulder. Fear boiled in his chest, blotting out the words.
Saito still spoke. "After, I was ashamed of what I did. You changed your heart after the war, and I wanted that. You understood what you wanted, what was good, and you changed. You changed the world. And I didn't think I had the strength."
Kenshin covered his shoulder.
"I swear, I followed your path. Or tried to. Sometimes I think we made the same ruined world over again..."
Kenshin blinked. "No. We can't allow rule by force. You have to change."
Saito sat up. He returned to the table. He turned his cup in his fingers, frowning at Kenshin. "It's that simple."
"Yes."
"For you, that's all it took?"
Kenshin shrugged. "Yes."
A year later, Kenshin's heart hurt to see Kaoru's child in her parents' arms. To see Kaoru forever taken. She would never have time to send him to the garden again, or practice in the dojo. She would never show up to the prison with an umbrella when it was raining.
When Saito came over that night, Kenshin stripped in front of him. "Please. Be my first."
"Kenshin?"
"I forgive everything you did. I earned a clean slate. I know you can be kind, that you can…be kind. Please. I – I don't want to live like this anymore."
Saito shoved the table out of the way and embraced him.
The man's hot skin burned Kenshin's icy fingers.
Kenshin felt it was gruesome, like he was giving up. He felt as if his skeleton had flesh sloughing off. Words fell over his lips. "I know you'll leave and it will hurt. But I want to pretend that you're my husband. It hurts to live this way. With my heart strained. Alone. I want to tell people who I am. I want to find a lover. I don't care if it makes me a victim or a target. I am that already. I have nothing to lose, and I just – want a life. I am so old."
"Don't be afraid. You won't lose anything."
Kenshin was terrified. Yet he would not back down.
"Not tonight," Saito said.
Kenshin felt very cold suddenly, in the bare air. Saito was refusing. "But – "
"You're – you're very sad tonight. Sex won't help that. I've been in your position enough times to know that fucking doesn't help those who are truly alone."
"I'm not alone. I have my friends – "
"They didn't live our lives. I didn't live yours. That time defined you – and me. Sex can be a moment of forgetfulness. But I can get you forgiveness – I can help you forgive yourself." Saito stopped and chuckled. "If I'm not too much of a childish bastard. And I don't think I am anymore."
Kenshin hung onto him. "Please forgive me for asking this of you."
"I consider it an honor, Kenshin."
"I wish we'd done it back then," Kenshin said.
"Oh. Battosai. I'm so glad we didn't." He was quiet, stroking Kenshin's face. "Then, I was a monster, vicious and single-minded. Now I'm generous. And I'll show you."
"I'll show you – when I know how," Kenshin stuttered.
Saito laughed. "All right, Kenshin. I'll teach you."
"Tomorrow?"
"Eh. Maybe. Soon."
He held Kenshin, and sunk to his knees. Kenshin followed him, and Saito pulled him into his lap. Straddling the man's thigh, Kenshin let Saito kiss him. He learned, and began to kiss back, and Saito began to rock him back and forth. But once Kenshin stopped, sweating and breathless and hours later after rolling over on the floor, kissing, Saito pulled Kenshin's kimono back over his shoulders to cover him, and left. "Let me get myself in order."
Kenshin burnt the last rag for that month. Saito hadn't been by the house for weeks. Kenshin felt better for having kept his distance from the man. Alone, he had a measure of stability.
But almost a day into that satisfaction, Saito appeared, and Kenshin curled over for wanting him.
Kenshin knelt before him when he came in. Saito took off his policeman's cap and shut the apartment door. "I guess you're still interested. Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Lesson one. Take off my belt."
Kenshin did.
Before he got it loose, Saito's erection was thick. He grabbed Kenshin's hands.
Kenshin looked at Saito's white gloves. He spread his knees. "Please – "
"I love you like this. You're like a dream. Slow down."
Kenshin leaned forward, licking him through the cloth.
Saito jerked back.
"I want to, Saito. Please."
Saito turned away. "You've embarrassed me."
Kenshin hesitated. "I – don't know what to do now. Please tell me."
"Give me a moment." Saito breathed. "All right. Come here. Keep going."
Kenshin stripped him and took his erection in his hands. He smelled the man, running his cheek along his shaft. He trailed his tongue down it. Saito rubbed his head, purring his name. Kenshin put his mouth over him, astounded at how odd it was, fine velvet skin and firm and soft at once, how natural and impulsive it all seemed. He could feel it now that he wasn't afraid. All his senses were whetted, not smothered.
Saito's hand clenched. "Teeth, Himura! Stop."
"Huh? S-sorry."
"Your mouth is too small. Ugh."
Kenshin licked at the knob of his cock until his jaw was sore. Then Saito clapped oil over his palms and had Kenshin work his shaft with both hands.
"Hum."
"What?"
"Hum, Kenshin. Sing, but close your mouth."
Kenshin tried, then used his hands, resting as he caught his breath. "Sorry. No wonder you were paying her. This is really hard – "
"Wait till you see what I have to do to get you off! Make an effort."
Kenshin was suspicious. He felt stupid to be so old and so ignorant. But he followed Saito's instructions.
Saito finally had him lay back. He knelt between Kenshin's legs, then prodded Kenshin's clit with the slick head of his dick. Kenshin's heart burned at the transgression of it, and he grew sensitive and swollen. He watched, cringing, toes clenched up. He liked Saito so near.
Saito leaned in and sucked at his clit. Kenshin's back came off the floor, arching. His fingers tangled in Saito's slick hair.
Saito pulled back. He opened Kenshin's thighs and pulled apart his robe. He came over the bandages wrapping Kenshin's chest. Then he began licking again.
Kenshin could not make sense of the sensation. He whined the man's name. "Saito, please – "
"Lick," Saito ordered.
Kenshin grasped his palm with both hands and sucked on Saito's fingers, leaving them dripping.
"You have a cute tongue." Saito's eyes on Kenshin's, he reached down and teased his labia. He slowly pushed in a finger. After gently stroking in and out, he added another and curled his thumb over Kenshin's clit. "How does that feel?"
"I feel like you own me."
His eyes widened. Then he laughed. "No one owns you. What will you do now? Wear a women's kimono, smoke tobacco?"
"I will do nothing different. Except after dinner, if you like. If you'll stay with me."
"I think you're more the type to have it in a bed of quilts. Or in the sun in the afternoon. Not after dinner, over dirty dishes and full stomachs. But we'll do as you like."
"That sounds good too."
"It is. I'm sorry you waited. I practiced for you. After I saw you on the battlefield, I planned to please you."
"I wish you hadn't."
"I wish I'd been a better person much sooner."
"So do I." Kenshin pulled him down and kissed his mouth. Kenshin slowed then, coming.
"You're sensitive," Saito smiled.
Kenshin panted. "You're skilled."
"Good. I want to beat you at something."
Kenshin lay exhausted on the man, his sweat sticking him to his chest. He straddled Saito's thigh, dozing, a pleasant buzz in his groin. Saito stroked him, squeezing his ass as he liked, musing.
"Your pet Sanosuke will be shocked to see your strong little body bouncing on my cock. Want to try?"
"Yes."
"I'm tired, dog! But feel that."
Kenshin smiled, feeling the man's cock rise against his hip. "I like it."
"Oh, you will."
When Kenshin did ride him, tortured wet and stretched and then entered slow, he did not want to get off the man, and it was Saito who had to pull out.
"You can't have a kid now. You have no weight. It'd kill you. And we'd have to save money."
"I'm sorry…" Kenshin blushed. "I am so hungry for you."
Saito dragged him near, pressing their faces close. "Don't say things like that."
"I'm sorry?"
"It makes me want to fuck you again."
Kenshin went to meet the girl. He knew the apartment, and considered offering to pay her, but it seemed rude. He came in the early afternoon instead.
She opened the door with a grin. She was not as young as she looked in the distance. That surprised him.
"I know you!" she cooed. Her eyes crinkled. She was not a courtesan by far. She was not sophisticated, but fun. Very fun – he could tell her energy was high.
Kenshin tried to smile back. "I hear you can do my voice."
"Huh?" She said. "Oro…"
Kenshin winced, his skin crawling. "I suppose that's me."
She welcomed him into the house. Kenshin removed his shoes and came in. Everything he did, she delighted over, imitating him. "You are so neat. Very orderly, but loose. Look how you lay your hands."
Kenshin was presented with a flattering, if eerie image of himself, as an object of veneration -- not a beaten student of a hard master, not someone who had run off to a militia, and lived trying to pretend he was no one. This woman saw Kenshin as her lover's idol, and tried to find the gestures that made him Saito's fetish, as if it had been Kenshin's appearance and not the blood he spilled that drew Saito's attention.
She sat. "I'm not going to see Saito again. He was vehement. I want to act now. It's such an interesting discipline."
"Please don't play me on stage…" Kenshin begged, then joked, "I just don't want to face the confusion when we're mixed up."
"No promises."
She made a very fine tea. They both paused to drink. Kenshin complimented her quietly. They had a second cup.
The woman's eyes twinkled. "I know what you want."
Kenshin looked up, and bit his lip to stop himself from saying, Huh?
"You're with Saito now. And you want to play our games for him." She held up a finger. "But I don't play for free."
Kenshin bowed. "I respect that. I can offer you some money – "
"You can't afford me. I know you, your situation. I've seen you working. You're too small to do what you do! There are easier options you know…like being the lover of a police officer. You should let him marry you."
The idea of being in Saito's house, as his woman, made Kenshin nauseous. He did not want such a thing. To be trapped. Obliterated by that man's presence.
"I don't know if that would suit us right now."
"You must like working then. I'm impressed, but you come home so dirty and tired."
She was saying it with a tone Kenshin didn't understand. So he just smiled and bowed slightly. "Yes. It's hard work but I'm glad to have it."
"I know. Saito talked about it all the time. I know everything about you – more than he does, because I listen better. Anyway, no one accepts money when they could ask a favor. Especially from the Battosai."
"I do not kill – "
"I know. You forget that I listen."
Kenshin washed the blood off his face in the street when Saito found him. "What were you out doing?"
"Returning some photos to your ex-girlfriend." Kenshin patted his face with a towel. "She made some unfortunate early career decisions. Trusted the wrong people."
"You talked to that prostitute?"
"She has a stage name now. Keiko." Saito came near, and Kenshin scoffed. "Please go."
"Let me put on your bandages."
Kenshin allowed it, and then allowed Saito to make dinner, but slept without touching him.
"As I promised. His favorite games. Obviously he liked to win at kendo, so we would fight and there was some version of me losing some battle and - don't make that face. It was all very silly and overblown. He likes games. But he really likes you, Kenshin. The situation would be a joke, but he loved when I got your moves down. The posture, the purity, and modesty. Everything else was supposed to be the same."
Kenshin was blushing too hard to lift his face.
"He admires you. He studied you first. Then I was paid to imitate what he described. I never saw you, not for the first few times. He could talk about you for hours, he idolized you."
She liked to show off too, and dressed in a mirror of Kenshin's clothing, though it was more beautiful, clean, and high quality.
Kenshin was watching her when she pushed him onto his back. "Hey!"
She straddled him. "Wouldn't it be cute if we fucked?"
Kenshin twisted away and stood against the door. She sulked, and he held up his hands. "Please. Use words to explain. That's all."
"Tell you what, since I'm not being paid. Ask him to show you."
Kenshin was never able to ask him, or offer to play the games. Days after that order, Saito stopped coming to the apartment.
Kenshin understood. He was tense and bad in bed. Saito wanted something lighter. Someone who wasn't sad.
He went back to the prostitute, Keiko. A month after, he married her.
Kenshin sent them a small wedding gift, but could not bear to go.
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