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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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Katsu’s patience was wearing thin as he stood at Sano’s door, knocking. “Come on Sano, wake up! Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about posing for my sketching!” Katsu rapped the door again, “Hey, I heard you snoring, so I know you’re in there!”

Sano was still half asleep and sluggishly made his way to the door to let Katsu in. “Just hold on a second, damn it!” He fumbled with the hinge on the door a few times, attempting to undo the lock and tardily succeeded after three tries. Sano quickly turned and headed back to his futon to sprawl out. He left Katsu with the task of shutting the door behind them. It wasn't difficult to find a spot to sit. Sano’s studio-like apartment was terribly small. There wasn't much of a choice.

“Did you lose at gambling again last night? It doesn’t look like you had much sleep at all, ” Katsu said as he shook his head from side to side in a disfavoring manner. “Your debts are beginning to pile up again, so you don’t need to be squandering what little money you do have.”

Sano stretched his back and swiped the sleep from his eyes with the heels of both his palms. He blinked several times, squinted his eyes and looked over at Katsu who found a place to sit on the floor. Next to Katsu was the chabudai that took up what little space there was, on the opposite side of the compact room.

“You sound as cheerful as ever, Katsu.” Sano yawned…and No—I did not lose at gambling last night. I just couldn’t sleep, because….”

Sano shot up to a sitting position on his futon as his drowse receded. The memory of the previous evening—Saitou trickled into focus as his senses began to wake. Sano immediately pushed his body backward with his legs until his back pressed against the wall. He brought his knees up close to his chest and ran his fingers through his spiky hair. Sano held his head in both of his hands, as if it were about to explode. His elbows bent, rested on his knees and his eyes were wide, with a look of disbelief on his face. He sat there—paralyzed.

“By the look on your face Sano, I’d say you had one heck of a night. What happened? Did she have to leave early this morning?” Katsu playfully teased.

“Katsu, Saitou’s ALIVE!” Sano blurted out sounding like he was trying to convince himself as well.

Katsu’s tilted his head to one side, as he tried to comprehend what Sano meant. Sano’s depression, Saitou’s death, Sano’s sleep loss, Saitou was ALIVE?? Katsu tried to comfort his friend for months after Sano got back from Kyoto believing that Saitou had been killed. Who would have known better than Sano? He was right there when the explosion swallowed Saitou. Sano witnessed the whole tragic event. Katsu knew that Sano wasn’t dealing with Saitou’s death well. So... was Sano losing his mind over the situation?

“Sano, it’s natural for you to have dreams, even nightmares, but it’s all part of the healing process when a person tries to cope with death and the loss of someone close.” Katsu attempted to rationalize.

“Dream? It was NOT a fucking dream! I’m telling you, Saitou is ALIVE! He didn’t die in that explosion; I saw him and spoke with him last night! I ran into Cho downtown and that’s how I found out that Saitou is still alive!” Sano explained as it all became clear.

“You spoke to Cho?” Katsu inquired with interest wanting Sano to continue.

“Yeah, when Cho and I talked, I put two and two together after Cho told me that Saitou twisted Cho’s arm and made him work at the same precinct as Saitou. Well, I had to see for myself, so I went to Saitou’s house.”

Still prodding Sano to continue, “You went to Saitou’s house?” Katsu leaned forward, so not to miss any of the details, he gave Sano his full attention.

“Yeah," Sano chuckled, " I can’t believe I actually did that, but after hearing it from Cho, I saw red and wanted to KILL Saitou! That bastard let us all believe he was killed in that explosion!” Sano took a deep breath and exhaled. The anger that Sano displayed in his tone quickly subsided, so Katsu became even more curious.

“Well, what did Saitou say—what did YOU say? What happened?” Katsu was on the edge of his seat.

“That’s the crazy part of this whole damned thing. I’m trying to figure out what the hell happened.” Sano’s scratched his head to express his confusion. “When I arrived at Saitou's place, he was standing there in the garden having a smoke. I was so pissed off, so the first thing I did was take a few swings at him, hoping that I could at least hit the bastard…” Sano looked up at Katsu with the strangest expression on his face. “I don’t know what the hell happened, but I what I do know is—I don’t hate Saitou anymore.”

Sano appeared to be confused. He didn't want to dole out any more information than what he told Katsu. Whatever happened in Saitou’s garden last night will keep, at least, until Sano got a grip on it for himself. The truth of the matter was—Sano couldn't admit to himself that he liked what happened between he and Saitou in the garden. In fact, it was kind of exciting to think that the wolf actually hit on him.

Katsu was glad to see that Sano’s depression lifted. That was all that mattered to Katsu. He never pried into Sano’s life and wasn’t about to start now. He was fairly sure that, when Sano figured things out, he would fill Katsu in. Right then, Katsu was content to know that his friend was going to be just fine.

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“After you’re done with filing this pile here, there’s more where that came from," Saitou said to Cho while the newly hired officer carried the last of the files that were on Saitou’s desk. Saitou held the door open for him as he walked through.

Saitou shut the door, took his position behind his desk and sorted a few of the new cases that awaited him. Saitou determined which police unit was best for each specific mission. Since Saitou knew the strengths and weaknesses of each of the department's task forces, it was an easy assignment for him do. However, it was time consuming but the wolf didn't mind. Saitou wanted to keep his mind occupied to avoid thinking about the confrontation he had with Sano the night before.

“Hmmm, here is an interesting case,” Saitou turned one page over at a time and studied the dossier that laid out before him. Saitou thought, If I assign myself to this case, it will take me out of Tokyo, at least for a few days. That may just give the ‘Ahou’ time to get a hold of himself.

Saitou wasn't about to admit that he was losing control of himself, as well. He viewed the case as an opportunity to regain the control he desperately needed to feel secure again. The last thing he needed right now was to become vulnerable.

Saitou skimmed through the report and it was interesting for him to find that the case involved the same syndicate he was investigating in Kyoto. It looked like the organization were planning on relocating in Tokyo after all. The wolf through that it would be ideal if he could somehow wedge his way into the mob, undercover, and be available to them from the ground up. They were already familiar with him in Kyoto when he posed as a black market entrepreneur. He could easily continue his undercover investigative work in Tokyo.

Saitou removed a cigarette from his pouch, lit it and leaned back in his chair. His thoughts reached back to the scene he and Sano played out in his garden. Saitou shook his head, remembering his behavior.

“I lost control…” Saitou muttered softly out loud, making sure his voice wouldn't be heard beyond his door. His mind tugged for the liberty to visit the garden again, but to do so would be a confession of his vulnerability. The harder Saitou tried not to go there in thought, it became more difficult not to. Before he could do anything to prevent the inevitable, Saitou’s breath was snatched away as the images and sensations of Sano’s body against his own flashed through his mind. Saitou was hungry and he had a feeling this hunger wasn't going to subside on its own.

A familiar rap at door announced to Saitou who it was that needed his attention on the other side. Saitou quickly adjusted the evidence of his vulnerability at the front of his trousers. “Come Cho,” Saitou called out.

Cho cracked the door open in his usual manner, stuck his head in just enough to have Saitou in view. “Fujita-sir, Mr. Himura is here for the appointment.”

“Hmn,” Saitou nodded. “Please send Himura in. Thank you, Cho.”

Police Commissioner Kawagi sent word to Kenshin the day before, informing Kenshin that Saitou was back in Tokyo and requested that Kenshin attend the meeting to discuss the Shishio’s case for closure.

Saitou raised himself from his chair as Kenshin entered the office. “Battousai,” Saitou acknowledged Kenshin sternly.

“Saitou, it is good to see that you are alive,” Kenshin nodded a greeting. "You had us all thinking the worst, that you did.”

Both men felt the tension due to the fact that, up until the Shishio incident, the two of them fought on opposing sides throughout the revolution. They had more than one encounter matching sword for sword. Now, both men faced each other, not as enemies from the revolution, but rather as allies who fought on the same side on a joint mission to overcome one of Japan’s most diabolical assailants—Shishio.

“Battousai,” Saitou broke the silence. “The revolution is over and life in Japan is changing rapidly. Men such as ourselves are seasoned and can accept such changes. But, are we willing to do so?” Saitou walked over to where Kenshin stood, and bowed. “Himura,” from this point onward, I will no longer refer to you as the Hitokiri Battousai,” Saitou declared and bowed again, formally.

“I agree with you Saitou,” Kenshin bowed in return. “I am honored to have come this far in life and had the opportunity to walk with you for part of the way. I have gotten to see the other side of the ‘Wolf of Mibu’ and Captain of the third Squad of the Shinsengumi. I wandered as ronin for ten years in search of freedom from the hitokiri title. I believed it was possible to change, and I proved it so when I fought Shishio. I was willing to die rather than kill again.”

Saitou had great respect for Kenshin Himura as an enemy, and now, as an individual he came to understand the ex-hitokiri in a deeper sense. He bowed, “I am honored to have had the opportunity to cross swords with you—and live."

"I am honored as well," Kenshin replied. "That I am!"

Since Saitou’s door was ajar, Cho didn’t bother to knock; instead he stuck his broomheaded hair-do through the crack in the door. “Excuse me, Mr. Fujita; Mr. Himura, Police Commissioner Kawagi is ready to meet with you both in his office.”

“After you,” Himura, Saitou held the door open and gestured to Kenshin.

“Arigato gosaimasu.” Kenshin paused for a moment, turned and faced Saitou. “Will I be referring to you as ‘Fujita Goro’ from now on?”

“Only at the station, and perhaps in crowded places. I would appreciate it for police business.” Saitou stated his preference.

The men walked to the other side of the building and up a flight of stairs. “Himura-kun and Fujita-kun, come in!” Commissioner Kawagi motioned to the two men. “Let’s get started, we have a lot to cover and then, we shall close this case.”

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Sano sat with his legs folded in front of him and faced the wall while Katsu absorbed himself with his sketches. Katsu sat across the room studying Sano’s back to get the details down on paper. He used Sano as a model often, despite Sano's protests.

“How long will this take?” Sano asked, already getting restless.

“It shouldn’t take too much longer I have to meet with my apprentices and discuss these sketches soon.” Katsu looked at Sano, and then looked down at his sketch, and then back to Sano. “You know Sano, I never realized how perfect your back was until now,” Katsu said as he sketched the straight line from Sano’s neck bone down to his tail bone that tucked itself under Sano’s well shaped buttocks.

“I never considered my back before…” Sano ended his sentence prematurely.

Sano recalled the predicament he was in when Saitou pinned him against the door. Sano wanted to fight off the thoughts and images that were rushing at him from the night before. Much like that night, Sano recognized how powerless he was, and still seem to be, to try to take back the control of his mind. Sano surrendered to the visions that were burning its way into his mind’s eye. He closed his eyes remembering the pressure of Saitou’s body against his back, especially the sensations that flooded throughout his entire body that pulled his breath from him. Sano felt Saitou’s lips against his neck and his hot, humid breath over his ear. It was more than enough to rob Sano of all his strength. The young man never felt as vulnerable as he did in that garden. How could this be? Who was this ‘Saitou Hajime’ that had the power to render him so defenseless, and so very vulnerable? He thought.

Even right there, in his own apartment while being gawked at by his child-hood buddy who had turned artist. Sano became Saitou’s captive once again. Saitou was not physically present, but as Sano sat there reminiscing, it became obvious that Sano’s mind was being enamored, and his body slowly gave over to Saitou again.

If Katsu had been sketching Sano’s profile instead of doing a back drawing, Katsu would have noticed yet another fine detail of Sano’s well built physique. It was fortunate for Sano that his back hindered Katsu’s view from what had now become obvious.

Sano felt uncomfortable with his thoughts. After all, what was fast becoming Sano’s ‘fond illusion’ involved a man! Sano never dreamed he would ever had given in to such reprobate images. But there he was, eliciting the images and the sensations that accompanied them. Sano desired the man he thought he hated everything about.

“This is great; I did three sketches,” Katsu said which broke the spell Sano was under. “I’ll need to run if I want to make it in time for today’s drawing lessons; my students await!” Katsu collected his sketches and tools and stood to his feet. “Sano, I’ll see you soon!”

“Uh… Yeah!” Sano replied as he chucked his white gi onto his lap to conceal the product of his ‘mind-excursion’. “I’ll see you later, Katsu.”

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“Saitou, may I have a word with you before I start on my way back to the Kamiya Dojo?” Kenshin asked Saitou as they were leaving the Commissioner’s office.

“Yes, of course, we’ll stop by my office on your way out,” Saitou said as he pulled his smoking pouch from his trousers' pocket. Saitou led the way back down the stairs and through the main corridor that also connected Saitou’s office to the main part of the precinct.

“Himura, please sit,” Saitou pointed to a chair in front of his desk as he made his way to sit himself down. Saitou leaned forward to dab his cigarette ashes into the tray and looked over at Kenshin. “Is there something on your mind, Himura?”

“Hmn,” Kenshin nodded. “It is Sanosuke Sagara.”

Saitou picked up his cigarette from the tray, leaned back in his chair and took the smoke into his lungs and then, exhaled smoothly. “So, what has that Rooster-head been up to since Kyoto?”

“I’m afraid Sano has not been the same since we came back from Kyoto. He believed you were killed in the explosion and cave-in at Shishio’s fortress. We seldom see him at the Dojo anymore. I took it upon myself to go to town and check on him. I found him on the streets. He seemed aloof and lost. That is not like Sano. We had a good conversation, but all I could gather was the fact that he was STILL mourning your death. "

Saitou listened to Kenshin and absorbed it all. The thought of Sano mourning over his death never occurred to Saitou. For the life of him, Saitou couldn’t comprehend the reasoning behind Sano’s behavior the night before in his garden, but as Kenshin disclosed his concern for Sano, it all began to make sense.

“Saitou,” Kenshin’s eyes were pleading. “Sano looks up to you, more than anyone. What you think of Sano and what you say to him means more to him than you might realize.” Kenshin paused and placed his hand on Saitou’s desk. “Perhaps it would be wise if you were the one to talk with Sano and put an end to his torment. I would like to see him move forward from what had taken place in Kyoto.”

Saitou grinned at Kenshin, and his eyes narrowed. He leaned forward, stubbed his cigarette out in the tray and placed his hand on the desk as well. “Himura, you can consider it done.”

Both men stood from their seats and bowed.

“I will see myself out then.” Kenshin stood erect and added, “Thank you for your time, Saitou Hajime.”

“Thank you for your time addressing the case at the meeting, and for expressing your concern about Sanosuke,” Saitou said in turn.

Kenshin left the room, but before Saitou sat back down at his desk, Cho stuck his head through the open door.

“Fujita-sir, where’s them other files you wanted me to tackle?” Cho asked with his Kyoto accent discernible.

Saitou looked up to see that broom-head hair-do of Cho’s sticking out from behind his door and muttered, “another exciting day at the precinct.”
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