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Rurouni Kenshin Fan-Fic - GOJOU	By : KikueMugen Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“I am glad everything fell into place for you, Hisomu-san,” Mitsu said softly as she rolled over onto her side and watched Horie get out from under the futon covers after he spent the night with her. The tattoo displaying the same image as the one Mochi Hana wore has a new meaning to Mitsu. She was sure that Horie and Mochi Hana are connected in someway, but how?

“Everything was going according to expectation. Today, we received more men from Kyoto. The more men, the more distributors throughout Tokyo,” Horie said seemingly very pleased with himself, as well as very confident. Horie rubbed his two hands together and let out a long, loud laugh. “The more distributors, the more cash flow.”

Mitsu sighed, “everything is moving so very fast now and you seem to be engaged in so much lately. Will Serizawa-san be managing the added load under your direction from here on?”

“Hmn,” Horie nodded, “I will not have to deal with the opium any longer. Serizawa will be handling that sector of imports. I will continue to manage the weapons. I am relieved that we did not have to butt heads with Serizawa’s men and thus have the operation slow down. By him joining us, the process of getting things done will be prompt, and we’ll deal in quantity because of the added man-power.”

Horie sat back down next to Mitsu after he dressed and secured his hakama.

“I’m ready to meet the day and you look like you are ready to go back to sleep,” Horie said. He leaned toward her, pressed his lips on hers and enjoyed her sweet taste. He let his eyes gradually close, and relaxed his urgency to begin another workday. His tongue found its mate as her mouth created enough suction to draw him in deeper.

“Mmm,” was all Mitsu managed to say while her bedding covers fell from her breast as she put her arms around his neck to receive his kiss. As quickly as her breasts were uncovered, Horie’s hands found their way on top of her rounded mounds. He gingerly fondled the comforting flesh, stimulating his desires further to seek even more pleasure from her.

“Hisomu-san, you just got yourself dressed,” Mitsu purred in response to Horie pushing her back onto her pillow.

“But you have not,” Horie whispered as he kissed her again. This time his kiss was deeper and more sensually offered then the previous kiss as he slid his hand down from her breast, over her abdomen and between her legs, until her soft yearning folds were met with the tips of his fingers.

“Hisomu-saaaan…” she purred again, this time with more volume as she dropped her knees apart to allow Horie’s expert fingers dance to the melody that was in the air surrounding the both of them. “Hisomu-san…” she tried to speak, but Horie didn't give her the chance to catch her breath.

The look on Mitsu’s face, the sounds his fingers were making as he played her instrument, all overwhelmed Horie and urged him to mount his young lady in order to follow his lust-born drive to completion.

Horie knelt, ripped the top bedding off from Mitsu, and exposed her vulnerability to him—her desire for him. He saw it on her face, in her eyes, and could almost hear it pound through her chest from her heart. The sounds and sights of the lust that drove her to allow him entry whenever he pleased was as clear to see, and hear, as it felt when he touched her.

There was no hesitation, no lingering this time. Horie quickly set his two knees between her thighs and presented his vigor for her eyes to relish upon, but only for a moment. Before Mitsu had time to voice her approval, Horie fell forward and caught his weight with his left hand and arm just above her head. With his right arm and hand, he found his mark, centered himself, and pushed forward. Horie slid his vitality inside of her.

What is it this time? Mitsu thought to herself as Horie began to thrust his weight forward. It must be the success he is experiencing within the operation and the merger between Serizawa’s team. This must be Hisomu-san’s jubilee, his time to cumulate all that has happened so far. To add his own mark, symbolizing his approval.

Mitsu was honored that she was there for Horie for such an occasion as that. A lot of men would celebrate at the brothel, but Horie strut his accomplishments between Mitsu’s legs alone. Although she didn’t enjoy the means and ways of getting to this point, she was very willing to be whatever it was that Horie was in need of at any given time. Her hopes in anything more than that had turned into shadows of wishes within her heart that once was, but was no longer there.

Unanticipated, Mitsu’s thoughts of Horie’s reasoning were pushed aside by the mounting sensations that screamed through her body for liberation. She struggled to hold back a vocal declaration of her arrival, but instead Mitsu’s spaded her fingernails into Horie’s back as he arched over her.

The sudden pain Horie felt inflicted on his back was just the right sensation to trigger his orgasm as well. He thrust himself forward deeply into Mitsu as rhythmic spasms took control of his movements from then on, until his part of the contribution to the celebration ceased.

Horie lowered himself onto Mitsu, patiently awaiting her breathing to shallow itself. Not wanting to rush her recovery, he gently licked and showered her ear with kisses, enjoying the intimacy between them. He whispered words of admiration for her.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Saitou! What the hell are you doing here?” Sano practically screamed, as if he was at face with death itself.

“I could ask the same of you, Sanosuke, but I have business to tend to and a train to meet,” Saitou calmly said as he walked to the chabudai across the room, sat on the zabuton and waited for Cho to get out of bed.

Cho fumbled for his gi, stuck one leg into it and then the other. His head swam in a sea of blurriness due to the previous night. He was not able to make sense of anything, not quite yet, anyway.

“Shit, I must have overslept some, typical after a night of getting totally shit-faced,” Cho admitted to having one too many bottles of sake as he tried hard to bring Saitou into focus.

Sano’s mouth still gaping widely, petrified with shock to see Saitou sitting across from he and Cho, shook his head from side to side in attempts to clear his head of the heavy fog that disabled him from reasoning clearly.

Sano belted forth, “Wait!!! Wait one fucking minute!” He finally realized the predicament he’d gotten himself into as he dashed his eyes quickly around Cho’s apartment.

“What the hell am I doing in bed with Cho?”

Saitou shook his head in disbelief at Sano’s question, “Ahou.”

Cho secured the front of his gi after struggling with it for a minute. He stumbled to his feet and managed to wobble his way to the chabudai where Saitou was seated.

“Guess it’s my turn to get a question in sideways…” Cho sat down across from Saitou and continued saying, “I’d like to know, Fujita-sir, what the hell were you doing last night at the restaurant with the purty lady we both know as Mitsu?”

Saitou began to lose patience. “I’m here to discuss that with you, Ahou number two!”

Cho attempted to shake the drowsiness from his hung-over head as well, “uh…You mean to tell me you were doing the undercover duty thang with that purty-lady, and you weren’t just there dangling your dingy?”

“GOD DAMN IT!” Saitou raised his voice and slammed his open palm down on the face of the chabudai startling the two younger men to silence.

“Cho, I am leaving right now and expect you to get cleaned up, sober and at my house later this afternoon with your written reports on the Horie/ Serizawa merger. I need to cover new details with you about Mitsu as well,” Saitou ordered Cho and immediately stood up to leave, but was stopped briefly by Sano.

“Saitou wait!” Sano crawled from the futon on his hands and knees desperately trying to reach Saitou before the wolf reached the door. “Please Saitou…”

Sano made an effort to stand up on his weary legs, but still feeling the residue of the sake clouding his mind, as well as his equilibrium; he fell forward before Saitou.

“Hmn, this looks familiar, but the setting is different,” Saitou said as the incident reminded him of the evening when Sano ran and stumbled into his garden.

“Sanosuke, I don’t have time for this,” Saitou said and stepped over the fallen young man to continue his way to the door.

“I’d let Saitou be, if I were you, and if you know what’s good for you ‘Rooster-Head,” Cho mumbled the advice to Sano in a low tone as a subtle warning.

Sano ignored Cho and he gave it one more try. Up on his feet, Sano pushed himself forward catching Saitou’s arm to stop him from leaving.

Saitou stopped just short of the door, grabbed Sano’s hand and pulled it away from his arm.

“Hmmm, this is also a familiar scene, but I must admit…” Saitou glared at Sano directly into the young man’s eyes, “it is getting old, wouldn’t you say?”

Saitou’s golden eyes turn amber and his teeth shown white as he ground his K-nines together. Then silence.

Cho’s voice squeaks in the background, “Uh Oh…”

“GET THE HELL OFF OF ME, MORON!” Saitou howled powerfully and bent Sano’s wrist out and away from him causing Sano to trip over his own feet and fall against and through Cho’s door, breaking it in half.

Cho sprang to his feet, but cautiously kept his distance from Saitou.

Saitou quickly slipped his shoes on, avoided stepping on Sano as he walked away from the scene leaving Sano laying there dumbfounded.

“I tried to warn you, Rooster-Head.” Cho stood before the sprawling Sano.

The young ex-fighter for hire thus began his day outside of Cho’s apartment, on his back—stunned.

“It looks like the wolf’s treatment was gentle and could have been a lot worse. Yup, sure looks like the Saitou had taken your busted up rib into consideration this time. If he really wanted to hurt you, your rib would have been the first place he would have kicked in.”

Sano wasn't hurt physically, but his feelings and emotional state sure was suffering a blow.

“Damn that bastard,” Sano huffed in frustration and anger.

“What’cha getting’ sore at Saitou for? You were the one that got caught in bed with… and I’m using the expression loosely here…Another man,” Cho chuckled and added, “even though nothing happened between us.”

Sano perked up a little and stood up on his feet. “You think Saitou’s pissed at me for that?” Sano dusted the grime off of his fundoshi, for that was all he had on when he fell asleep with Cho last night.

“Hell yeah,” Cho’s answered quickly, for no doubt hindered. “If you two indeed are queering together, why wouldn’t he be feelin’ a nip from the green monster of jealousy? May I remind you that you behaved like a total jackass last night when you assumed that Saitou was doing the hanky-panky with Mitsu!”

“Yeah well, I wasn’t the only one jumping to conclusions last night dip-shit.”

A sudden smile made an appearance on Sano’s dusty face. His chuckle was tainted with relief as announced, “Damn! He loves me!”

Cho shook his head and rolled his eyes, “Sick!”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Himura!” Saitou disturbed the ex-hitokiri from one of Kenshin’s usual, on the spot meditations. “I see that you are rather anxious to meet with Shinomori.”

“I thought it would ease things between Aoshi and I if I were here to meet him at the train when he arrived. We both have a lot to talk about, so it would be good to get a head start on the situation. I hope you don’t mind,” Kenshin said realizing that Saitou must also need to discuss business with Aoshi.

“On the contrary Himura. If I did not have to work late last night I would have stopped by the dojo and asked if you wanted to accompany me to meet with Shinomori at the station this morning,” Saitou reassured the small framed man. “I am sure Shinomori is looking forward to seeing you first thing upon his arrival. The meeting between he and I can be put off until we get to the dojo.”

Kenshin smiled, “I appreciate that, Saitou.” Kenshin appreciated the fact that Saitou was there; it definitely helped take the edge off of seeing Aoshi again.

“Sano didn’t come back to the dojo last night, I’m guessing he was at your place again?” Kenshin asked as he tried to get the conversation turned away from Aoshi and himself.

“Hmn, I ran into Sanosuke earlier this morning at Cho’s apartment on my way here,” Saitou said frowningly.

“Oh? Is that right? I was not aware that Sanosuke was fond of Cho.” Kenshin thought it was a bit strange for Sano to be spending time with Cho. “I thought Sano felt just the opposite.”

Saitou gestured toward the oncoming crowd as he spotted Aoshi among the dismounted passengers.

Kenshin didn't waver between waiting for Aoshi to meet up with them, or go to him.

As Saitou observed the sight of Kenshin running toward Aoshi it impressed the image of Sano and the warm feeling Saitou has when he first sees Sano’s big brown eyes light up with excitement to see him. Saitou smiled with that thought and he quietly whispered, “Ahou,” from under his breath.

Kenshin and Aoshi stood there in the middle of the scurrying crowd, eyes locked, expressionless for a moment. Then the familiar twinkled arches form on Kenshin’s face as his big smile became apparent.

“Aoshi,” Kenshin spoke out his name almost in a sigh of relief.

“Himura-san!”

Aoshi dropped his travel bag beside them and places his hand upon Kenshin’s shoulder. It was much as two men could do in a crowd, but the feelings between them, and the look in their eyes shown more than just a casual greeting.

Again, Saitou was reminded of Sano as he witnessed the reunion of the two men. He was very familiar with the feelings, and the desire to greet Sano affectionately openly, but resisted doing so, because such behavior would not be accepted. Saitou plainly saw that Kenshin and Aoshi desired one another in much the same way, but for them, there were other factors that hindered the two. Saitou was grateful he and Sano had no such obstacles.

“I hate to break you two up, but we need to push forward,” Saitou said as he bent down to pick up Aoshi’s travel bag, turned and walked ahead of the two men.

Both feeling a bit foolish, followed Saitou through the pressing crowd and approached the carriage. Quickly, the driver secured Aoshi’s bag and the men board the carriage. They are now on their way to the dojo where Saitou and Aoshi would be able to debrief.

Saitou placed a cigarette between his lips and enjoyed the smooth taste from it that flow over his tongue. The smoke was quite calming to Saitou as he passed it through his lungs and then let the white airy fog back out into the air and watched it dissolve quickly as it made its escape out the carriage window. Saitou thought it more entertaining than to have to sit there and watch the other two men struggle with their feelings for one another.

“So, Aoshi, did you have an uneventful trip over to Tokyo?” Kenshin cuts through the silence between the men with his question.

“Yes it was a long trip this time as the train took on a few more stops between Kyoto and here. It seemed that more people are traveling these days.” Aoshi’s blue eyes appeared to be looking right through Kenshin, which spoke volumes of what he could not speak forth verbally, especially when things between he and Kenshin were not yet settled.

Kenshin looked right through Aoshi’s blues just as intently yearning to make vocal the frustrations that kept tearing through him since the last time they were together. No matter how hard he tried to let the thought of Aoshi go, he could not. Kenshin was perplexed over the fact that he didn’t have these feelings for Kaoru, but it was Aoshi that kept pulling at Kenshin’s mind.

“I am glad you made your trip safely,” Kenshin lowered his viewpoint from Aoshi’s eyes to visually feed upon his lips. Kenshin noticed the strength in Aoshi’s appearance, as well as the soft curve to his bottom lip that had Aoshi looking to be wearing a sexy pout.

Aoshi grinned, realizing that Kenshin was being drawn to him. He took advantage Kenshin’s lustful stare and deliberately wet his lips with his tongue to gain even more of Kenshin’s attention sensually, and to convey his own desire.

This time, Kenshin didn't try to resist. He attentively observed the tongue trace the lips he had often thought about. Such tabooed thoughts for a man who worked so hard at doing the right things in life were surprising to Kenshin, perhaps even alarming.

It was all rather amusing to Saitou, for he had been observing the two from the corner of his eye. Saitou remembered the carriage ride out in the country he had with Sano and wondered if he weren’t sitting in the midst of Kenshin and Aoshi, would the two find themselves as Saitou and Sano found themselves during their carriage ride?

The feelings that Saitou’s thoughts began to stir within him were short lived as the carriage slowed considerably and then stopped. Just seconds later, the driver appeared at Saitou’s window.

“Sir, the young man that are, at times, your guest is up ahead on the roadway walking toward our destination.” The driver said pointing off to his left. “Would you wish for me to stop to offer him a ride?”

Saitou simply nodded.

The carriage then continued several more yards and halted.

“Get in,” Saitou ordered the forlorn young man.

This time, there was no happy, energetic greeting from Sano. With his chin down to his collarbone Sano raised his eyes and looked at Saitou through the carriage’s window.

Kenshin moved over to allow room for Sano to sit straight across Saitou.

Sano entered the carriage, “Kenshin! Aoshi!” Hesitated, not sure about how he should greet Saitou. With no blush on Sano cheeks, Sano timidly mumbled Saitou’s name.

Time seemed to stand still for Sano, with his heart thumping against his chest, he barely heard the other men greet him as he looked over at Saitou. He captured the wolf’s golden eyes and noticed Saitou’s emotionless stare. Everything and everyone else vanishes around him, for his total focus was on Saitou.

Saitou knew that Sano was in need of affirmation. He could see it in Sano’s eyes, begging for a trace of light at the end of the tunnel.

Sano’s night of too much sake had him looking pitiful. His hair was grimy and in knots. His usually wonderful, brilliant brown eyes were now framed in bloodshot red. Indeed, such pitiful site.

“Hard night Sano?” Kenshin smirked a little, but was still concerned for his good friend.

“You could say that, and then some.” Sano placed his hand behind his neck in attempt to pull the tension from it, then he narrowed his eyes to gaze out the carriage window and hoped to see any sign of the dojo to indicate that they were close by. Although he was glad to have been saved from having to walk to the dojo in his condition, he wished he didn’t have to sit on display in front of Saitou. That had to be the worst for him!

For what seemed to be like an eternity to Sano, the carriage finally slowed and then stopped in front of the Kamiya Dojo’s gate.

“Thanks for the ride,” Sano said and quickly let himself out of the carriage and through the dojo gate leaving it open behind him for the others to get through. He headed for his room to gather up some clean clothes.

Kenshin and Aoshi hardly noticed anything going on between Saitou and Sano, for they were very much involved with what was happening between each other after not seeing one another for quite sometime. The two men were obviously relishing their reunion.

With travel bag in hand Aoshi and the other two walked to, and through the dojo’s gate as well.

“If it is the same room I am staying in as the last time I will set my bag down first and then meet with Saitou at the main house.”

Kenshin’s whole being wanted to jump at the opportunity to accompany Aoshi, but that would mean the two men would be alone together in their vulnerable state. Kenshin did not want to set himself and Aoshi up for what obviously could cause the two of them to fall. Kenshin decided to go with his better judgment.

“I’ll let Saitou in at the main house and set some ocha up for your meeting,” Kenshin said barely escaping the temptation.

Kenshin and Saitou continued to walk on to the main house leaving Aoshi to drop off his bag at the end of the dojo’s dorms.

“You have time to visit with Sano. I’m sure Aoshi will take some time to freshen up after having been on the train all night,” Kenshin suggested.

“That is quite alright Himura. I will accompany you to the main house and wait for Shinomori there,” Saitou said while glancing down in the other direction to Sano’s room.

The two men head on the graveled walkway to the main house in silence the rest of the way.

Sano scooped up a change of clothes and head out for the bathhouse to at least shake some of the dust from his tired, worn body.

“What a fucken night,” Sano said to himself. “And even a worse morning! Damn it, Saitou is pissed at me for spying on him last night. Shit, how was I supposed to know he was working under-cover?”

Sano turned the corner and saw Saitou and Kenshin ahead of him. His heart jumped a beat at the sight of his tall handsome lover and his thoughts, like the rapids of a raging river, race through his mind of the both of them together. Sano missed Saitou’s closeness in the worse way, and the ache inside of him grew steadily.

“He probably hates me now for ending up in bed with that dumb-ass ‘Broom-head’,” Sano mumbled quietly to himself being sure not to let the two men just up ahead hear him. “Saitou should know that nothing happened between that jack-ass and I. How the fuck can it? I’ll never be that hard-up to stoop to sleeping with Cho!”

Saitou turned and walk up the few steps leading to the main house’s porch. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Sano looking at him from a distance. Saitou stopped at the top of the stairs. Sano stopped in his tracks hoping that Saitou would at least give him a wave, or a nod, but Saitou looked away from the young man and entered the house. Sano was left standing there, frozen for a moment, engulfed in his own disappointment. It took him much effort to shake the feeling, at least enough to enable him to continue to the bathhouse. He felt crushed and broken.

Sano disrobed and scooped some very cold water from the bath bin and pours it over himself letting it run through his hair down his shoulders and over the rest of his body. Despite the water being cold, Sano was relieved to feel the grunge of his foolishness from the night before shed off of his body. Now if only it can be fixed this easily between he and Saitou.

Aoshi entered the bathhouse to freshen up after his long train ride as well. He halted himself at the entry of the bathing room and took in the sight of Sano in his soaked, sudsy stance. Besides the marks worn into Sano’s skin by the bandages, there were other signs that were on Sano’s body that had earned Sano his past reputation of ‘fighter-for-hire’.

As Sano rinsed the suds off his body the water removed the white foam for Aoshi to see the bullet wound in process of being healed that decorated the side along his ribs. Further admiring inspection revealed a slash that had to be the result of an old sword wound that marred the fleshy part of Sano’s right arm. Aoshi also noticed the knobs on Sano’s collarbones indicating at least a couple of fractures. There was also a neat incision type of scar near the right shoulder that was obviously another run-in with a sword. That was probably the wound Aoshi heard Sano suffered during a run-in with Saitou just before Aoshi met the two men in Kyoto for the first time.

“I see you got yourself a new decoration,” Aoshi said pointing straight at Sano’s healing rib.

Sano shook the rinse water from his hair and turned his attention toward the thin, athletic ninja who was disrobing, “Yeah, another one for my collection,” Sano laughed and picked up the towel he set on the side to dry off with.

Aoshi passed Sano and picked the bucket up and went through the dunking and splashing routine. Sano noticed Aoshi’s build being very similar to Saitou. Sano thought that perhaps Saitou looked like Aoshi when he was younger. The thought brought a warm smile on Sano face.

Aoshi caught Sano taking an intent, fixed look, which had him wonder what Sano was pondering on to produce such a glowing smile at the edges of Sano’s mouth.

“Hey, you remind me of Saitou!” Sano exclaimed as he shamelessly gawked at Aoshi.

So much for curiosity, Aoshi thought, and then asked in response to Sano's comment, “You think so, do you?”

“Yeah! You two are built alike, except Saitou is heavier than you are. Maybe it’s due to the fact that he’s older.”

Aoshi splashed water against his body from the tub. “I didn’t know you took interest in admiring the bodies of men, Sanosuke.”

“Yeah, neither did I until Saitou introduced me to a brand new world.” Sano blushed, shrugged his shoulders and added, “I never thought about it until now either, I mean, I didn’t realize that I actually noticed a guy’s body before now.”

“But you noticed mine?”

“Only because it reminds me of Saitou,” Sano remained standing there and seem to be lapping up the wet athletic body in front of him with his stare. “I’m not thinking about jumping you, or anything like that.”

Aoshi exhibited a look of surprise on his face. Such a bold one to be so open, Aoshi thought of Sano.

“It’s just that, I sort of did something stupid and got Saitou sore at me,” Sano confessed and lowered his eyes from Aoshi to set his gaze upon the floor at his feet. “I miss the guy,” Sano sighed deeply and proceeded to get dressed still wrapped in disappointed.fucken night,” Sano said to himself. “And even a worse morning! Damn it, Saitou is pissed at me for spying on him last night. Shit, how was I supposed to know he was working under-cover?” Sano turned the corner and saw Saitou and Kenshin ahead of him. His heart jumped a beat at the sight of his tall handsome lover and his thoughts, like the rapids of a raging river, race through his mind of the both of them together. Sano missed Saitou’s closeness in the worse way, and the ache inside of him grew steadily. “He probably hates me now for ending up in bed with that dumb-ass ‘Broom-head’,” Sano mumbled quietly to himself being sure not to let the two men just up ahead hear him. “Saitou should know that nothing happened between that jack-ass and I. How the fuck can it? I’ll never be that hard-up to stoop to sleeping with Cho!” Saitou turned and walk up the few steps leading to the main house’s porch. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Sano looking at him from a distance. Saitou stopped at the top of the stairs. Sano stopped in his tracks hoping that Saitou would at least give him a wave, or a nod, but Saitou looked away from the young man and entered the house. Sano was left standing there, frozen for a moment, engulfed in his own disappointment. It took him much effort to shake the feeling, at least enough to enable him to continue to the bathhouse. He felt crushed and broken. Sano disrobed and scooped some very cold water from the bath bin and pours it over himself letting it run through his hair down his shoulders and over the rest of his body. Despite the water being cold, Sano was relieved to feel the grunge of his foolishness from the night before shed off of his body. Now if only it can be fixed this easily between he and Saitou. Aoshi entered the bathhouse to freshen up after his long train ride as well. He halted himself at the entry of the bathing room and took in the sight of Sano in his soaked, sudsy stance. Besides the marks worn into Sano’s skin by the bandages, there were other signs that were on Sano’s body that had earned Sano his past reputation of ‘fighter-for-hire’. As Sano rinsed the suds off his body the water removed the white foam for Aoshi to see the bullet wound in process of being healed that decorated the side along his ribs. Further admiring inspection revealed a slash that had to be the result of an old sword wound that marred the fleshy part of Sano’s right arm. Aoshi also noticed the knobs on Sano’s collarbones indicating at least a couple of fractures. There was also a neat incision type of scar near the right shoulder that was obviously another run-in with a sword. That was probably the wound Aoshi heard Sano suffered during a run-in with Saitou just before Aoshi met the two men in Kyoto for the first time. “I see you got yourself a new decoration,” Aoshi said pointing straight at Sano’s healing rib. Sano shook the rinse water from his hair and turned his attention toward the thin, athletic ninja who was disrobing, “Yeah, another one for my collection,” Sano laughed and picked up the towel he set on the side to dry off with. Aoshi passed Sano and picked the bucket up and went through the dunking and splashing routine. Sano noticed Aoshi’s build being very similar to Saitou. Sano thought that perhaps Saitou looked like Aoshi when he was younger. The thought brought a warm smile on Sano face. Aoshi caught Sano taking an intent, fixed look, which had him wonder what Sano was pondering on to produce such a glowing smile at the edges of Sano’s mouth. “Hey, you remind me of Saitou!” Sano exclaimed as he shamelessly gawked at Aoshi. So much for curiosity, Aoshi thought, and then asked in response to Sano's comment, “You think so, do you?” “Yeah! You two are built alike, except Saitou is heavier than you are. Maybe it’s due to the fact that he’s older.” Aoshi splashed water against his body from the tub. “I didn’t know you took interest in admiring the bodies of men, Sanosuke.” “Yeah, neither did I until Saitou introduced me to a brand new world.” Sano blushed, shrugged his shoulders and added, “I never thought about it until now either, I mean, I didn’t realize that I actually noticed a guy’s body before now.” “But you noticed mine?” “Only because it reminds me of Saitou,” Sano remained standing there and seem to be lapping up the wet athletic body in front of him with his stare. “I’m not thinking about jumping you, or anything like that.” Aoshi exhibited a look of surprise on his face. Such a bold one to be so open, Aoshi thought of Sano. “It’s just that, I sort of did something stupid and got Saitou sore at me,” Sano confessed and lowered his eyes from Aoshi to set his gaze upon the floor at his feet. “I miss the guy,” Sano sighed deeply and proceeded to get dressed still wrapped in disappointed.
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