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Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply. I don�t own Rurouni Kenshin. The characters belong to Watsuki, but the plots, ideas, OCs and text are *mine*.
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Chapter 22: Moody Saturday

Beep. Beep. Beep.
�Mmmm�Shut up��
Tokio tried to shift in the bed and to forget the annoying ringing sound. She didn�t want to wake up; she was feeling too well for that. She couldn�t move, anyway, as she was tightly pressed against�
�It�s your phone,� a sleepy voice next to her grumbled, and his arms freed her as he rolled on his side.
She sat up, blinking at the still unfamiliar environment, and she remembered that they had decided to go to his place the night before. With a heavy sigh, she reached for the machine that she had left on the nightstand. It was scarcely dawn�who could�shit.
Reluctantly, she hurried out of Saitoh�s bed, answering her cell-phone only after arriving in the living-room.
�Mother��
Saitoh sat up too, frowning. The door was opened, she was sitting on the couch; he could see only her face, and her both ironic and sad expression.
�No Mother, I have no idea where Tami is�No, I didn�t know and I don�t��
She grabbed a cigarette pack on the coffee table and nervously lit a stick.
�Mother, do you have any idea of what time is�Oh, that�s so new�if you want my advice on your problems with Father, I have one word for you: divorce�Yes, I�m the selfish one here. Bye, Mother.�
She tossed her phone on the couch, shaking her head in utter disgust. She paled as she spotted him watching her, and she returned to the bedroom.
�Family problems?� he asked as she slid back under the sheets.
�My family is a problem,� she muttered.
She shrugged under his inquiring glance.
�But I couldn�t care less,� she added in a tone indicating she had no intention to discuss it further, and she handed him the cigarette. �Sorry for the early call.�
Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, he attracted her against his chest until they finished smoking. He felt her tension fading slowly, yet not completely.
�I have a bad feeling about today,� she mused aloud. �Well, it can�t be worse than yesterday anyway.�
She was upset, and he didn�t like it a bit. But he knew a way to make her feel better and to stop wondering why he cared in the first place.
�Do you have complaints about yesterday?� he murmured, brushing her hair on one side of her neck, and placing languid kisses on her nape. �You seemed quite satisfied to me.�
She smiled, letting the delicious chills invade her body freely, forgetting about her mother. Forgetting everything but him. She rolled into his arms and pressed her body to his, a playful light in her eyes. �You�re definitely a morning person, Detective. Would you share your secret with me?�
***
Thanks to her mother�s call, it was still early when they arrived to work and Saitoh followed her into her office after grabbing his files, quickly getting absorbed in reading them. Tokio�s recovered good mood vanished as soon as she checked her messages. Akira hadn�t returned her calls. Pinching her lips, she phoned her ex-office.
�Hi, Sayo. Takagi here. Get Kiyosato on the phone now�Stop stuttering!� she snapped after a while.
Saitoh lifted his head at her dry tone.
�Golf? He went to golf for the weekend, without returning an emergency call?�Sayo, if you aren�t brainy enough to find a convincing excuse, spare me your lies�.STOP CRYING! Listen. I�m going to pretend that you don�t know where your dearest Akira is�you perfectly know what I mean. You�ve been MY secretary long enough, I can�t believe you think I�m that stupid�Here�s a message for Kiyosato: I�ll be in his office first thing in the morning on Monday, and he�d better be there, or else�Yes, it�s a threat, you can pass on the message. Monday, 8 a.m., his office. Clear enough for your little pea brain? �
She hanged up without waiting for an answer. Her cell phone was already ringing, and her expression softened as she checked the screen.
�Takagi. Good morning, Okubo-sensei,� she smiled, lighting a cigarette. Her frown was back after she listened for only a few seconds. �I can�t believe it�Nobody is available?�No, thank you. I�m going to take care of this�Not before Monday, I�m afraid so�Well, of course I�m mad. I�m sorry I involved you into this mess�Oh, don�t ask me now, I�m almost tempted to accept�I know that�s why you�re asking. I�ll contact you on Monday, before if I can do something�Well, I can still hope. Thank you again.�
�Tempted to do what?� Saitoh asked casually after she hanged up, her fists tightened so strongly that her knuckles were turning white.
�Work in his firm.� She shook her head, her disgust overwhelming her voice. �I never considered it before, but this time I may. I�m not going to be a part of that system if it�s the way it has to work.�
He frowned, too. When they had to work together closely years ago, for instance on the Serizawa case, she used to call defense attorneys a �necessary evil�. She wasn�t joking now.
�Enishi isn�t charged with anything yet,� she went on, anger winning over her. �Okubo can�t visit him, for this little administrative problem. You know when we use that trick, don�t you? For terrorists and mafias, to try to get a confession before the defense attorney has a chance to step in. Enishi is perfectly familiar with it� treated like the slimmest�He must think I gave up on him��
She shut up suddenly, conscious that she was getting incoherent. She was grateful to Saitoh for reading his files again, and not acknowledging her stupid behavior. She wanted to calm down before calling the other departments and obtaining at least an explanation, but she was unable to. She had promised Enishi she�d take care of a lawyer. He must have felt betrayed. Insulted, dirtied, abandoned. She felt helpless, remembering the lost teenager whom she had met years ago, who wanted to become a cop like his sister, his hate towards the murderer and the depth of his loss�now accused of the same crime. He must be broken�and she couldn�t do anything.
�Yukishiro won�t talk. The brat won�t give them that satisfaction, as he�s got brains enough to know what they�re at. He trusts you; he won�t think that you gave up that easily either.�
Saitoh was still looking at the documents and had talked on his usual, detached cold tone.
Nevertheless her anger disappeared at once. He was right. She felt better, regaining her self-control.
She stared at Saitoh. Did he just�.?
He was still not paying attention to her. She kept on watching for a few seconds, but he didn�t return her gaze, although he should have been conscious of it.
With a little smile, she picked up her phone again, dialing the number of Hijikata�s office.
***
Saitoh was pissed off. He couldn�t believe that Kondo had let this kind of behavior prevail. Yet, he wasn�t to be disturbed for the weekend, his secretary had told, and he had cut his cell-phone. He was with the IA, in other words; though nothing, even assuming that Yukishiro was guilty, called for the use of isolation against him. There was no emergency, as there could be when hostages� lives were at stake, or when the confession of the suspect could save the life of a kidnapping victim. The only purpose was to humiliate a cop, and a good one. Coming to think about it, he felt that Yukishiro was only a tool used against the section. The triumphant little smiles of Takeda had been a good hint of it. The latter had never forgiven to see his candidature for the VCS rejected. Saitoh would have never thought that, under the command on Kondo, ambitions, lobbying and personal revenge would be interfering in the investigations. He lit a cigarette. How ironic to realize that he was *that* na�ve.
She was furious again. She had been beyond mad when the only explanation she had gotten was that Yukishiro�s situation resulted from a �miscommunication� between the departments. She didn�t explode on the phone, to his surprise. That was the sensible thing to do, as they were only tolerated on the case, but he was not sure that she could control herself, considering her previous attitude.
She was now looking in front of her, smoking cigarette after cigarette, threatening, between gritted teeth, the absent and responsible parties with castration, inventive ways of using golf clubs, painful death and eternal damnation. He wished he could be there when she met Kiyosato. The encounter promised to be entertaining.
He couldn�t help but to grin. She was�sweet. Most people would probably have a different choice of vocabulary, but in his eyes she was. The cold iron color of her eyes, her warm voice uttering threats and curses, the anger she barely contained contrasting with her distant, sophisticated appearance weren�t only sweet. Tempting, also. Very tempting, he corrected as, noticing his expression, she directed a furious gaze at him.
�What�s so funny, Saitoh? Care to share your thoughts?�
And when she was mad at him, she was irresistible.
He had the discipline of a rabbit. In fact, rabbits would be rightfully offended by this last comparison. Whatever. His lips twisted a little more, slyly.
�You look sweet when you�re angry,� he provided honestly, curious of her reaction.
Oh yes, she was, when she was taken aback too, her eyes widening, her lips parting on a silent, puzzled sigh. She obviously didn�t know what to do with what he said. He had some ideas, and the hell for being on duty�
Of course Kitaoka and Sagara had to choose this moment to arrive. Morons.
But after they told about the rumors spread about Yukishiro and the section, Saitoh�s own anger was back with a vengeance. There was a code of honor in the police forces, and although dirty cops deserved no pity, when there was a doubt, like in Yukishiro�s case, support or neutrality at least were the key words. And though the attacks against the section were just confirming his instinct, he was definitely determined to retaliate.
�Do you have any idea of the origin?� she asked, disabused.
�I think we should look in Takeda�s direction.�
�I agree with Kitaoka. It�s purely his methods,� Saitoh approved of.
�Did Enishi�s lawyer call you? How is he doing?� the moron asked, looking like a puppy asking for a walk.
Knowing what their reactions would be, she inhaled a long drag of her cigarette before giving them the news. Kitaoka sank into a dangerous silence, while Sagara burst out in anger, the flow of curses stressed forcefully by his restless gestures and pacing around. For once he wasn�t looking like a rooster, but like a fly bumping into a window. It would have been entertaining to Saitoh in different circumstances. Now it was just playing on his nerves, and thankfully it was time for him to go. Time to hunt, he thought, standing up, feeling his frustration disappear under the familiar twinge of anticipation. He glanced at her as he left. She gave him a knowing look, an enigmatic smile lingering on her lips for a second.
Tsunan caught the swift, silent exchange. It seemed that the relations between Saitoh and their boss had improved. Whatever. That could only be to the benefit of Enishi.
Sano was still yelling. Tsunan�s tone reflected his recovered assurance when he decided to intervene.
�Calm down, Sano. Did you see Saitoh�s face when he left? Takeda doesn�t know it, but he�s already dead.�
***
Tokio had been restless the rest of the day, alone in her office and still trying, with less and less energy, to get Enishi�s situation cleared.
She had called Aoshi about the last developments. He had made no real progress, but Makimachi seemed optimistic about accessing the files, though she couldn�t spend as much time on it as she wanted to. Tokio had heard children�s giggling through the phone, addressing her friend cheerfully and followed by Misao�s scolding voice. After one good minute of silence, she had managed not to ask for an explanation. She wasn�t fond of gossiping, though knowing about it was always useful, but this was extremely weird. She was probably trying to think about anything that could distract her mind from her gloomy mood, she decided.
Her biggest fear was that in spite of Kondo�s interdiction, somebody leaked some information to the media. Aoshi had agreed with Tsunan�s opinion on it and Meg had also called briefly to warn her. Thus, in the middle of the afternoon, betraying her golden rule, she called Hiko. He had proposed his help already, yet she was uncomfortable asking. She had promised herself that she would never use her connection to him in her career, and in this particular case she didn�t want him too involved�But Enishi�s reputation was more important. If Takeda was going to get down to dirty tactics, she could, too.
Her friend assured her that he would intervene immediately. She didn�t have to wait for too long for the result. He called back less than 2 hours later. Tsunan and Sano were just back, ready to report, and she asked them to leave her office while she answered.
�Seijuro?�
*I took care of your little problem. The media won�t get anything�and I secured their silence if they were to.*
He sounded particularly content with himself and for the first time since early that morning, she really smiled again.
�Thank you. I�m sorry I asked you. You know I would never abuse our friendship if��
*Do I look like I�m senile lately? I know, of course. You made the right choice. While they�re after your little prot�g�, Tsubame�s killer is out. Moreover�*
She couldn�t help to join his little amused laugh: she knew too well what was coming.
*It was WAY funnier than scaring people around here. Nobody would have ever DARED to scowl at me first, like your colleagues did. Well, they have more attitude but no guts all the same. You should go and visit the other departments. I�m sure that the scolds are just going down the chain of command. I wish I were there�You know, I really need a hobby, and this could be a good one.*
�Oh God, I created a monster�� Tokio sighed, trying to control her bemusement.
*There�s something I�d like you to do for me, though,* he went on. The solemn tone surprised her.
�Yes?�
*I also called my usual agency. They send you their two best men. They�ll take care of you. Don�t refuse, Tokio.*
�Seijuro�I�m really thankful for your help, and for your concern, too. But I can�t. My team is taking care of��
*Your team has to focus on finding the�culprits, and with what�s left of it they can�t do that and protect you. It would be two full-time jobs. Tokio, I�m not giving you the choice here. The Slayers already killed Tsubame. I accepted not to ask for my own investigation, but it isn�t easy. This is something I can do.*
His voice was imperative, yet she knew him better. He was worried about her, although he hid it behind self-centered explanations, as always. It was indeed not his style either to wait for other people to solve his problems for him. She had really asked for a lot�
�Tell them I�m OK. Thank you.�
*Good. At last you�re behaving sensibly.*
�At last?�
*I thought it would take more arguments to get you there�Sorry, I have another call.*
�Saved by the bell,� she warned, before adding heartily: �Thanks. See you soon.�
*When your wolf leaves you some free time�* he teased, hanging up before she could add anything.
She shook her head as she put the receiver back in place. She should have known that he would guess. She forgot her personal life to smile with relief. Enishi�s reputation was safe. It lasted only a moment, until Megumi opened the door of her office, the pinch of her lips and her stiffened composure telling Tokio immediately that the news wasn�t good.
She stood up, grabbing her cigarettes, trying not to sigh. She had been right. Today was even worse than yesterday. The two detectives had grim faces too, thus she wasn�t expecting better news from them.
�Briefing time,� she announced, taking her seat.
�The blade matches with the wounds. It�s a nihontou, same kind as the murder weapon. There are blood residues on it. We are making further analysis, to date and to compare with the victims� blood.�
As usual Meg was blunt. Bare facts. There was unfortunately no way to present it in a favorable light.
Sagara clenched his fists.
�It won�t match,� he assessed.
�I hope so,� Megumi answered, not aggressive with him for once.
�If so, it would mean only one thing: somebody is trying to frame Enishi,� Tsunan stated.
Tokio glanced at the cop, who had this intense, fanatic expression which appeared so rarely on his face but was quite impressive. His overly brightening green eyes were contrasting forcefully with the tarnished brown ones of his partner. They were psychologically exhausted. Remembering Hiko�s remark about two full-time jobs, she made a mental note to thank him again. They really needed some rest.
�It won�t match,� she repeated, soothingly. �I guess you don�t have any good news?�
�We finished interrogating your neighbors this afternoon. No one has seen Enishi, and no one admitted having called the police. The strange thing being, I�m sure that all of them tell the truth. But two apartments were empty in the building in front of your house, maybe it�s those people.�
�That�s quite good for us. An anonymous call won�t be a sufficient proof for the prosecution case.�
Sagara snorted, tensing more, and Tsunan glanced at him warningly before going on:
�The problem is that 3 of them spotted a car of the same made and color as Enishi�s, around the supposed time when the body has been deposed.�
Megumi and Tokio shared a darkening look. That was bad.
�Enishi�s car has nothing particular. Grey, common model�Did they notice something special, the number, anything?� Tokio asked, trying to hide her worry.
�Thankfully no. But of course�� Tsunan began.
�The little ass-sucker asked them before us, while he was preparing to stab Enishi in the back�� Sanosuke spat, unable to contain his resentment.
�I know it�s only coincidences, but it begins to make a lot,� Tsunan stressed grimly. �I know you didn�t really believe it, but Tsukayama�s behavior is fishy. Ambition doesn�t explain everything.�
�We should grab him and have a little man-to-man talk with him,� Sano pointed threateningly.
Tokio�s stare was going from one to the other, realizing how each member of the team was important for its balance. Their last remarks were more of Enishi. Was his excessive behavior pushing the others to control themselves to compensate? Makimachi wasn�t there today either, and she usually had a moderating effect on them.
�And there�s the media problem. The more they get, the more they are likely to stir interest or feel ready to go public,� Megumi added, approved of by Tsunan.
�I took care of that. I used some of my�connections.�
Tsunan frowned as Takani threw a sharp, almost disapproving glance at their boss, who sustained it with a challenging light in her eyes. Immediately, the Doc shook her head apologetically, Takagi relaxing too. He wondered briefly what these connections were, and why they had provoked this little tension.
�Anyway, I don�t think that a word of that will be leaked. Everybody has been severely warned.�
Tokio felt their tension fade away. She smiled, or at least she did her best to. �We can�t do more tonight. I know that the situation is worrying, but Enishi is innocent and even if we don�t have more at the moment, they can�t get anything else than these few coincidences.�
�Keep faith, ne?� Takani grinned. �The analysis will take some time, but at the beginning of the week we�ll have them.�
�Enough with duty. It�s Saturday night and all of us need to rest.�
�So, ready for another night with us, boss?� Sanosuke smiled flirtatiously in answer.
�Stupid rooster.�
�You can join, Fox�� he added at Megumi�s intervention.
Tsunan smirked. He was relieved to see Sano getting over his dark mood.
�In fact, I called a private agency this afternoon,� Tokio began, lifting her hands soothingly as they looked at her, obviously disappointed. �Please, don�t think that I don�t trust you, it has nothing to do with it. You need to focus on Enishi�s problems, and to get some rest, too. My safety shouldn�t be an issue for us now. I know the bodyguards that they send me; they�ve been working for acquaintances of mine. I�ll be fine.�
�You know, it isn�t like we can have fun while Enishi spends his time in jail,� Tsunan objected.
�But you need some time off responsibility,� Tokio responded.
Megumi made discreetly a sign to him. He understood her meaningful glance, and guessed that Takagi would probably like to have some time off, if she could. He wouldn�t be able to enjoy an evening out, but Sano would and needed it. His partner�s outbursts of anger were so often the symptom of an insidious depression.
�You�re right, boss,� he admitted.
A few seconds passed by before Sanosuke winked to her outrageously.
�Only if you�re coming with us for a drink first.�
She blinked and smiled evilly. �Don�t expect me to pay for it.�
�Che! I tried��
***
�Goodnight, Aoshi-san!� the two little girls cheered.
Watching Misao disappear in the bedroom with them, Aoshi pondered on the strategy to adopt.
He knew that Makimachi had no children and no family, according to her files, hence his surprise at the presence of the kids when he had visited the week before. As she had provided no explanation, neither did he ask. It was none of his business. Nevertheless he had changed his mind. Genzai Masu had called a little earlier, and although she still had her usual happy face, Makimachi was blatantly upset. She was still weak and didn�t need extra tension. He had to know what the matter was, and to solve the issue. After all, Kondo and Tokio both considered him as the psychological counselor of the team: it was within his attributions to ensure that their personal troubles didn�t affect their efficiency. And Makimachi�s enthusiasm was an important factor of her efficiency. He dismissed the mental image of Saitoh�s mocking face, popping annoyingly into his mind, with a sigh of exasperation.
She came back from the bedroom and silently went to the kitchen corner, taking a beer for her and ice green tea for him. Catching him staring thoughtfully at her, she spoke nervously.
�Do you prefer hot tea? I can make some��
�Ice is perfect.�
�I�m sorry if the girls are an inconvenience. I know I couldn�t work all the time, either. If you think you�d better work on your own, I can call Sano and Tsunan, or��
�They didn�t bother me, and nobody asks you to work 24/7. The doctor told you to rest. In fact, Takagi-san asked me to ensure that you wouldn�t do too much.�
He wasn�t really lying about the last part, and not at all about the first. He had always thought that he could only be productive in a totally silent environment. He liked silence. Yet, although Misao�s place was more like an auberge espagnole than the quiet sanctuary that his own apartment was, the atmosphere didn�t disturb him at all.
The girls, Ayame and Suzume, were well behaved in opposition to most of the kids he had been in contact with. It was probably because most of them had been his patients, with serious psychological problems. The girls had shown an endless curiosity towards him at first, the little one bombing him with embarrassing questions while jumping casually on his lap, but after Misao had explained that he was working to catch a �villain� and shouldn�t be disturbed, they had backed off, looking at him in some kind of awe. They had paid attention not to be an annoyance, the very responsible Ayame peeking up from the bedroom, every now and then, after they had laughed or played too loudly, to apologize.
They hadn�t been the sole visitors. He was sure that all the inhabitants of the little building had paid a visit during the day, simply to know how Misao was doing, bringing her flowers, and leaving after they realized that she was working. It was very weird to him: he didn�t know any of his neighbors and didn�t want to. But she seemed to have a need to create a kind of big family.
She had done the same with the section, as he had already noticed. The beginnings had been quite difficult on the personal relations level. He reminded vividly the time when Kitaoka competed with Yukishiro, who shared a strong and mutual dislike with Sagara. Okita had been a link between the �elders� and the young cops, but Makimachi had played a role in creating the friendship that united them and had been his counterpart in a way. The two had the same history; he knew it from their files. They had been left orphans at a young age. He wondered whether it was a direct cause to their behavior. Okita and Makimachi had the same temper to some extent: their pleasant attitude was bound to draw people towards them. And he had realized that if Makimachi�s relations were deeper than Okita�s, and if she wasn�t a loner as he had been, she was also more independent and secret about some aspects of her life than he had thought.
Yes, finally, the cozy atmosphere hadn�t been unpleasant and instead of tiring him, as Aoshi himself had expected especially with his lack of sleep, it had�relaxed him. He couldn�t explain why, yet his mind had seemed to wander into new and interesting directions. He didn�t read as much of the reports on Seta as he had wished, but the examination had proven more fructuous so far.
�Are you sure?� she insisted. �I know that you like calm, and Masu called to say that she won�t be able to fetch her daughters before tomorrow��
She was bringing the drinks and giving him the perfect opportunity to start asking questions. He didn�t. He noticed the sad anger that she had tried to hide behind her smile and her hands trembling lightly, with fatigue, for sure.
He took the tray out of her hands, pouring the beer in her glass and the ice tea in his.
�I�m sure. And sleeping in here is not bothering me either,� he added, catching her looking at the spare futon, rolled in a corner of the room, with a guilty light in her eyes. �But I�m a little tired. Maybe we could stop working for today and sleep?�
She stared at him, dubiously, not buying his lie immediately. He was better at it than she was, though, and she finally acquiesced, looking genuinely sorry for him. After a small talk summarizing their respective progress, the time to finish their drinks, she fared him goodnight, heartily, wishing him to get better in the morning.
Aoshi liked nothing more than managing to get people exactly where he wanted them to be. He liked when they weren�t conscious of his manipulations. Yet, for once, he didn�t feel satisfied at all. It was so ridiculous. It was stupid to be unnerved because she thought that he had some weaknesses, wasn�t it?
***
Tokio was tossing and turning in the hotel bed, enumerating the reasons why she shouldn�t feel so restless. The evening had been very nice. Meg was getting better. She even had been friendly with Kitaoka, and Tokio was under the impression that her arguments with Sagara had been only for show. When they got some minutes alone, she had apologized for the Hiko incident, assuring her that she wouldn�t meddle again in her business. Kitaoka and Sagara had seemed genuinely relaxed when she left. She knew that she was safe. Her bodyguards, Shikijo and Hyottoko, had worked for her parents and Seijuro long enough for her to entrust them with her safety. Saitoh had also gotten something significant on Takeda, if she trusted the short, laconic message that he had sent her a few hours ago. Everything was fine.
But Tokio wasn�t. She had spent another day on roller coasters, and she was exhausted. And depressed again. And alone.
Her cell phone rang. �Shikijo-san?�
Two minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and she had problems not to rush to open it.
He was standing in front of it, wolfishly smirking.
He came in and closed the door. She kissed him before he could say anything. They�d have time to talk later.
To be continued�

Author�s notes:

In Japan, the word �sensei� is used not only for teachers and doctors, but also for lawyers (and politicians sometimes, like the Ishinshishi were).

Auberge espagnole: the English literary translation is �Spanish tavern�. It means a place where people come and go freely, and are always welcome. I could have used �Japanese izakaya�, considering that they let you leave to buy cigarettes, assuming that you�ll be back anyway, LOL.

Sayo is a character from the Christian Ark of the RK anime.

Tsunan�s words about Saitoh and Takeda are a reference to Hokuto no Ken (�the Fist of the North Star�), a very famous manga/anime of the 80�s (extremely violent and dark). Japanese guys in their 20/30�s just all adore it.

Tami is Tokio�s sister (already referred to in Verdict, for those who have read it (^-^) she was one of the things I had to settle there). The real Takagi Tokio had a little sister named Tami (Otami, in Edo-style). I�ve planned to use Tami in several of my fics, a �recurring OC� (^-^)�

Thanks as always to my beta-readers, Firuze, L.Sith, and Mary-Ann, for their comments and support.

Next chapter: Breakfast for two and breakfast for four. Meet Saitoh�s contact, and Kamatari is back.
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