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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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Ahou - Moron, Airhead

After meeting with the Police Commissioner and other officials, Saitou shut the door to his office, so not to be disturbed while he reorganized. No one in the office said a word when Saitou and Cho made their appearance from out of nullity. The two walked into the main office just as if nothing out of the ordinary happened, dismissing the fact that Saitou had been away for months. Then again, it wasn’t unusual for Saitou to work under cover in other cities in Japan and be absent from the station for an extended period of time.

Cho was quickly processed and assigned to a desk, while another one of Saitou’s subordinates instructed Cho through the procedures of case processing. Training for Cho began, and the sooner that was accomplished, the quicker Cho would able to get to all the files that occupied the area between Saitou’s desk and the ceiling.

The hours went by quickly. Before Saitou realized how much time had passed, he found himself staring at his cigarette in the tray atop his desk. The wolf dreaded the thought of going home, especially when it meant having to go to an empty house. After Saitou and his wife separated and finally divorced, there wasn't much for Saitou to go home to, except to grab his evening meals and rest his body.

Despite the fact that Saitou had a few months to convalesce before returning to Tokyo, the operation to rid Japan of Shishio and the Juppongatana had taken a heavy toll on him. He spent the better part of his youth training and protecting Japan, and now that he was older, he was beginning to feel it physically. Saitou was tired.

A few raps at the office door pulls Saitou out of his deliberate, but brief apathetic state of mind. “Come”, Saitou invited, looking across the room to the door to see who it was that needed his attention right then.

“Fujita, sir?” Being sure to use Saitou’s chosen name correctly, Cho poked his broom shaped hair-do through the crack of the door and wall until only his eyes was seen by Saitou, the rest of his body, on the other side of the door.

“If you don’t need me for anything else today, I’m really itching to get some of the sewooooeet, body-rubbin’ massages those purty ladies offer down at the Furoya. Having been stuck on that train all day and night wasn’t exactly the greatest thing for my posture, and now that I’m police personnel,” Cho stuck his chest out proudly, “I should be walkin’ tall and straight!”

Saitou found Cho’s Kyoto accent amusing and loosely chuckled. “Nothing much going on around the station today, and since you’ll be busy tomorrow sorting all these files that are piled here on the desk, you may as well get some rest while it’s there for the taking. I’ll see you back here in the morning,” Saitou said, gesturing at Cho to shut the door.

There isn’t anything much for Saitou to do either. He was a bit disappointed. He was hoping that things around the station would be a lot busier to keep his mind occupied. Instead, Saitou walked in on one of the slowest times he had ever remembered it being at the precinct.

“If I’m idle any longer I might lose all my senses,” Saitou announced out loud since there was no one in his office that could hear him anyway. With that said, Saitou was convinced that it was time get some rest from his sleepless travel from Kyoto.

The wolf retrieved his police garb from the coat rack and headed out the door that separated his office from the corridor that led to the main part of the police station. He exited the building while he made the final adjustment to the white gloves that highlighted his police attire.

As appealing as he was, people seldom looked Saitou straight in the eyes for very long. The wolf’s golden optics seem almost trance inducing, like a wolf on a hunt in the dark woods that was capable to see beyond the shadows and mark his prey. His sharp features and tall stature emanated intimidation.

The sun cupped below the horizon and announced the darkness of the night just ahead. The walk home, somewhat relaxed Saitou and he welcomed it, but he was also glad to step through his door. His evening plans incorporated getting some food down, and then giving himself over to the somnolence that awaited him.

The tea was almost done meshing when Saitou returned into the dining area after throwing out his bath water from the basin. His hair dripped beads of water onto his informal attire as he sat himself down and crosses his legs at the table. Saitou poured the hot tea into his cup and raised it in a gesture of making a toast, “It is good to be here”.

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“Keep the change lil’darlin’,” Cho winked at the working girl who was straightening up after giving Cho the house special. “I’m a workin’ fella these days, and I can afford some of the luxuries this world has to offer from time to time.”

The woman blushed and held her hand up to cover her mouth as she giggled, “But Cho-san, you paid much for just a simple massage? Are you sure that you are leaving satisfied?”

Cho smiled and fumbled at the task of tying his headband in place, “Hell, make sure you keep that smidgen of information to yourself and maybe next time I’m here, I’ll show you what I can really do to a seweet lil’-lady like yourself. To be honest, I’m just too pooped to pop, so why even bother startin’ up what I know I can’t finish?”

“WhoooooWeeeee!” Cho roared after leaving the massage parlor, attracting attention to himself from people around him. “I ain’t had nothin’ like that in a loooooong while!” He threw his bag over his shoulder and commenced to seek out a place to lay his head for the night before finding a more permanent abode in the morning.

“Will you look at what crawled out from under a rock,” Sano said sarcastically to the man who was being audaciously annoying out in the middle of the roadway. “I thought I recognized that Kyoto accent, I mean, who the hell could miss that?” Sano stuck his pinky finger into his ear to make sure Cho understood what he meant. “What the hell are you doing here in Tokyo, BROOM-HEAD?”

“I’ll be!!! If it ain’t the ‘ROOSTER-HEAD’ himself!” Cho’s right eye squinted as he looked at Sano who stood before him. “I reckon you’ll find out anyway and there ain’t no reason to keep a lid on it anymore… Well, you see standing here in front of you one of Tokyo’s finest!”

Sano didn't bother to contain himself. He folded his arms across his mid-section and let out a boisterous belly laugh. “Tokyo’s finest what? ‘Broom-Head’ for hire?”

“Laugh all you want, Rooster-Head, but I’ll have you know that I got me a job with the Tokyo Police Department working at the precinct here in town, so you better not be breaking any laws around me, you hear?” Cho raised his eyebrow at Sano with a prideful smirk on his mug and nodded his head in arrogantly.

Sano’s countenance instantly changed. He did not dare go near that station. He put great effort to avoid anything and anyplace that would bring back the memory of Saitou. No sooner than feeling like he made progress getting a handle on Saitou’s death after talking with Kenshin, he ran into Cho, and an avalanche of confusing emotions flooded his being.

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Saitou walked over to the western style bed in his bedroom and threw fresh linen across its length. Although he was glad to be at home again, he still loathed the quietness that surrounded him. It seemed like the sounds he made while preparing his bed echoed loudly, as though he was doing his tasks in a large empty chamber.

In reality, that wasn't the setting at Saitou’s home in the least. Saitou took pride in collecting antiques and expensive knick-knacks while he traveled. He'd carefully set each article in its appropriated place when he returned. For Saitou, the emptiness was emanating from within.

With the bed prepared, Saitou removed his yukata and laid it on top of his bed. He slid between the covers and let out a deep sigh. It took only a moment to settle in, and he appreciated the comfort of his bed as a wolf would his den. His breathing slowed as he relaxed.

One thing for sure, Saitou was glad to be back in Tokyo and away from that entire event in Kyoto. The Shishio case was behind him now, and as soon as he meets with the commissioner again for the official debriefing, the case would be closed—and filed.

At first his thoughts were fragmented. Thoughts of the mission, Kenshin, Shishio and how good the victory tasted when Shishio was finally defeated. The more he thought about it, the clearer the images became in his mind.

Saitou reflected on the last time he saw Kenshin, Aoshi and Sano. The smoke and heat that rose from the tavern’s bottom, and the finality of Shishio’s fortress falling in upon itself. They were the reoccurring memories, which visited the wolf often. Saitou didn't mind reminiscing at all, until those thoughts led up to the bridge that collapsed, separating him from the rest of the men. Images took on more of a nightmarish form from there, and sometimes became difficult to shake from his head.

Along with the images his emotions invaded, escaping from the vault that Saitou kept hidden and secure deep inside of him. The images would often turn frightfully real in detail. With Kenshin draped around Sano’s shoulder, Saitou remembered how desperate Sano appeared to be as the young man cried out to him, echoing. At that point, Saitou was fought at getting his thoughts and emotions under control again.

“Sano…” Saito whispered under his breath as he rested there, alone with his memories. “Why am I thinking about this again,” Saitou murmured to himself in his candle lit room.

He permitted himself the liberty to bring Sano to his thoughts in Kyoto, and then on the train ride to Tokyo, but it was only because he felt safe due to the literal distance between he and Sano. But now, Saitou was back in Tokyo and the distance between them was narrowed. Saitou believed that it was all the more reason to practice self-control.

Saitou could not deny being compelled to throw all restraint to the wind and gratify his lascivious nature despite the fact that it would also mean running the risk of becoming susceptible and less guarded if he should see Sano again.

Frustrated, Saitou sat up on the edge of his bed and reached over to pick up his smoking pouch. He slid his yukata over his shoulders and secured the front of it and headed out the door.

“Fresh air and a smoke is a cure for clouded thoughts,” Saitou reminded himself and stepped outside into the night air.

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“Oh yeah?” Sano tried desperately not to show any emotion. “Hmmm, I thought you’d never leave Kyoto. So, what made you decide to work here in Tokyo?” Sano asked, hoping that Cho wouldn’t mention Saitou’s name.

“I didn’t think I would be so willing to leave, but with Saitou’s strong arm convincing tactics, I had no choice in the matter.” Cho rotated his shoulder to animate his comment.

Sano stood there, aghast, for what seemed like a lifetime. “What did you say?” Sano’s face turned from fair to beet red as he tried to fight off every emotion that hit him like cannonballs. Sano shook off the blow of Cho’s words. He reached up and took a hold of Cho’s gi around the cuff of his neck. “Cho, what the fuck did you just say?” Sano furiously demanded an answer.

“Shit, Sano!” Cho tried to pull away from the, almost hysterical young man's grip. “What the hell is the matter with you, boy? I just told you that Saitou would have broken my arm if I refused his offer to work out of his precinct, is all I said.”

Sano let his grip loose from Cho’s collar and stared at Cho, blinked his eyes a few times in disbelief and muttered, “Bu…but I thought…” Sano’s eyes filled with madness. Sano turned around quickly, and without saying another word, he ran and left Cho where he stood, perplexed.

“Damn, if that don’t beat all.” Cho scratched his head and shrugged his shoulders. “I think Sano finally cracked.” Cho picked up his bag that fell off his shoulder due to Sano’s outrage, flung it over his shoulder again, and continued on his way to look for temporary shelter.

“It’s late,” Sano huffed to himself. “If Saitou is alive, he wouldn’t be at the station. As much as I hate the thought of going to Saitou’s house, I have to see for myself!” Sano ran toward Saitou Hajime’s residence in an insane panic. “Why the hell didn’t he tell me? Doesn’t he care about the people who he left believing he had died in Kyoto?”

So many questions kept crossing from one point of Sano’s mind to the other which triggered every emotion was to feel. It was all happening simultaneously within the young man. His head ached, his muscles started to burn from running through the roadways and alleys. Sano was not about to let anything stand in his way of finding out the truth.

The young winded man rounded the bend and kept on running up to the top of the roadway that led to Saitou’s house. Although he felt like he was in a terrible nightmare, his legs burned feeling like they weren't able to support his weight much longer, he kept his stride steady, but hastened. The anticipation was agonizing, but the need for confirmation to relieve the distress was choking him and kept him moving forward.

Sano reached Saitou’s garden and lost momentum as his legs gave out the moment he stepped past the gate. He plunged face forward and landed sprawled out like a deer taken down after exhausting itself running from its predator.

The abrupt intrusion surprised Saitou, but he didn't show any emotion. The wolf looked down at the fallen, sprawled body and took in the sight of the uncoordinated young man laying prostrated before him.

“Loose something, Ahou?” Saitou questioned Sano at the same time finished off his cigarette.

Sano immediately sprang to his feet and turned to face Saitou all in one leap. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”

Sano was filled with rage at that point, and in his wrath, just moments from erupting shouted at the rather calm man standing before him. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you survived the explosions?” Sano clinched his fists at his sides until his knuckles shown white.

“What are you ranting about this time, Ahou?” Saitou asked calmly, as if he was carrying on a placid conversation. “Being obligated to tell you anything is news to me.”

Saitou didn't try to stop himself from gazing upon Sano’s attractive physique, especially when Sano displayed anger in such an attractive way. Saitou’s wolf like eyes were hungry and Saitou released them to ingest the young man's enticing form.

Saitou’s reputation excluded anything to do with relationships outside of the heterosexual realm, but there were a lot of things Saitou kept from inquiring minds. As far as he was concerned, his life was his alone, to live the way he chose to live it.

That was the philosophy responsible for Saitou’s divorce from his wife. He hadn’t shared his life with anyone, not even his ex-wife when they shared a bed. Only Saitou knew what Saitou needed and at that moment, Saitou wanted to feed and quench the craving that had been germinating inside him ever since Sano tagged along with Saitou in Kyoto months ago.

Sano exploded! He pulled back his fist and shot it forward, stepping into it with all his weight behind. He expected the blow to hit the mark he mentally set on Saitou’s face.

It was obvious to Saito that the strike was coming; Saitou sidestepped the blow causing Sano to stumble forward, his body followed the direction of his fist.

“You should set your energies behind your passions and be of some use, Ahou," Saitou advised as he faced Sano and watched the angry man do a turnabout and face him again.

This time Sano lunged forward, not really intending to strike Saitou, but the young man lunged with the intention to tear into Saitou much like a wild animal would its victim.

Saitou caught both of Sano’s wrists and stepped aside once again to allow Sano’s own momentum to hurl the young man’s body forward, past him. Still holding onto Sano’s wrists, Saitou managed to trip Sano, which caused Sano to find himself in the position he was in earlier— Sprawled out before Saitou whom he now hated more than anyone he had ever hated before in his life. So, Sano believed at the time.

“It’s getting late… don’t you think play-time should have been over a while ago?”

Saitou turned his back on Sano and started to make his way back to his house. Saitou stepped up onto the entry platform of his home and sensed Sano approaching quickly from behind him.

“Aaaggggh Saitoooo….” Sano wailed out as he charged at Saitou from behind.

Saitou warded off Sano’s attack once again, but this time Saitou caught Sano’s wrists from behind the young man's back and went along in the direction Sano was headed toward. Sano ran face first into the front door of Saitou’s house. Saitou pinned Sano’s body between himself and the door then pulled Sano’s wrists to an open palm position against the door. Sano found himself attached to Saitou’s house in one sweeping moment.

“Get the fuck off me, Saitou,” Sano struggled beneath Saitou’s slightly bigger and heavier frame.

Saitou added more force to his weight by leaning into Sano, using more leverage.

“If I remove myself, you’ll only attack me again. We’ll stay this way until you calm down.”

Sano ceased his struggles for the time being and Saitou lessened his leverage, but still kept Sano’s wrists bound against the door. Saitou moved his body closer to Sano’s and felt his body riding against the young man's back with each heavy breath that Sano took.

“Why Saitou?” Sano asked, his voice pleading for an answer. “Why did you let me believe you were dead?” Sano turned his left ear toward Saitou and rested his right cheek against the door, hoping that Saitou would give him an answer to ease the pain that had been grieving him for months.

Saitou repositioned his stance back center and took more leverage off from Sano’s back, but he still kept ahold on Sano’s wrists. The adjustment in Saitou’s posture brought Saitou’s body in full contact with Sano’s back and buttocks, which initiated Saitou eyes to close and drink in the moment.

Sano felt the wolf’s body against his own when Saitou took on a more relaxed stance. Still furious, from the lack of verbal response from Saitou, Sano demanded an answer again.

“Fuck Saitou—Why?”

Saitou lowered his head to rest his chin on Sano’s left shoulder briefly before he brushed his right cheek against Sano’s face. The wolf turned his head slighty, brushing his lips up the course of Sano’s neck and face until Sano’s ear was directly under Saitou’s lips.

“It was nothing personal”, Saitou whispered into Sano’s ear. “I was doing a job, and I will continue to do my job, is that understood, Ahou?”

Sano stood against the door feeling the cool wood against his flesh through the fabric of his gi. Behind him, he felt Saitou’s body heat against his back. Saitou’s breath, hot against his ear ignited a different kind of warmth in Sano’s body that sent shock waves throughout. Dumbfounded at his own reaction to Saitou’s touch, Sano couldn’t respond, but could only exhale…

“Saitou”.

Saitou realized Sano’s momentarily surrender, released Sano’s wrists and took a step back to give Sano the space he needed to turn around and face him.

Sano looked up and captured Saitou’s eyes with his own. A brand new emotion entered into play, one that Sano was not familiar with. The startling new emotions ripped his breath from him and at the same time, drained all his desires to continue to fight with Saitou.

Both men didn't know what to do next, but they both stood there, joined together by their rapturous gaze at one another.

Saitou relished the look in Sano’s almond shaped eyes and it was enticing him more than Saitou wanted to acknowledge. At the same time, Saitou’s mesmeric golden orbs gleamed and pinned Sano still and helpless, by a force unseen.

Both men were at a standstill outwardly, but inwardly, they were at battle with themselves as they realized their unique attraction to each other for the first time. Perhaps, it was there all along, which would explain the daydreams and preoccupation both men were experiencing leading up to this point, but it wasn’t until now that the fact of mutual attraction for one another was affirmed.

“Go home Sano, it’s late,” Saitou huffed, taking another step back from Sano even though his desires was to do just the opposite. He desperately wanted move toward the young man in order to devour him and satisfy the hunger that panged his carnal nature ever since he last saw Sano in Kyoto.

“But, Saitou…” Sano started to say something, but was cut off when Saitou took Sano’s jaw between his thumb and fingers.

“Save it for another time,” Saitou moved closer to Sano until their bodies touched once again. This time there was no struggle, no resistance from Sano. This time, Saitou sensed Sano’s willingness to relinquish all resentment that he may have had before this confrontation and concede to whatever Saitou desired.

Saitou gently placed his lips on Sano’s mouth, but only for a moment, and then he stepped back and released Sano as quickly as it had taken place.

Not knowing what had taken place, Sano broke the silent connection that joined the two men by looking away from Saitou and stared down at his feet.

“I’m glad you’re alive, Saitou.” Sano blushed and then added, “I’ve missed you.”

“Hmn”, Saitou nodded and walked past Sano and entered his home, but before he shut the door behind him he heard Sano shout out…

“Just STOP calling me AHOU!”

Sano turned and left Saitou’s garden.
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