Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

Rurouni Kenshin Fan-Fic - GOJOU	By : KikueMugen Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I am NOT the owner of Rurouni Kenshin or its characters, nor do I receive monetary PROFIT from the humble fan-fiction, "Gojou".

Chapter List
- 39
- 40
- 41
“Why don’t you spare yourself some grief and tell us what Horie has planned against us?” The very same man, who Cho had wounded, was taking pleasure in taunting Cho. “If it were up to me, I would skip all the preliminaries and watch the blood drain out of your pathetic body as you had done to my comrades.” The man pierced Cho with hatred in his eyes, loathing having to be in the same room with the arrogant contrabandist.

“Why don’t you spare yourself some grief and tell us what Horie has planned against us?” The very same man, who Cho had wounded, was taking pleasure in taunting Cho. “If it were up to me, I would skip all the preliminaries and watch the blood drain out of your pathetic body as you had done to my comrades.” The man pierced Cho with hatred in his eyes, loathing having to be in the same room with the arrogant contrabandist.

The rough cord that bound Cho’s wrists behind his back were cutting through his skin. His ankle ties weren't hurting him as bad, but it made it impossible for Cho to sit up, so he was forced to lay there on the ground in an empty room. He watched the ninja pace back and forth in front of him and listened to the angry man spew out sickening threats of what he wanted to do to Cho, not leaving any of the gory details out. The man was unmistakably as sadistic as they came. There was something in his eyes that spelled death, it was dark and sinister, as though he was born for the sole purpose of killing.

“This get you off, you sick prick?” Cho spat out in disgust while he tried to loosen the ties around his wrists, feeling the rough fibers cutting even deeper into his skin . He wanted to be freed in the worst way, just so that he could swipe his cold steel blade across the madman's neck.

The ninja struck him hard across the face. “Silence! I don’t recall asking you a question. You will only speak when given permission to speak. If you fail to speak when prompted, then you will have to pay for it, in pain. It will leave that up to you decide.”

“Hell, just my luck to have to end up with a sick bastard like you for the night,” Cho sarcastically commented in spite of the man’s warning.

“Spend the night with me?” A hideous laugh blared into Cho’s ear as the man bent down and shoved his masked face at Cho, close enough that Cho got a whiff of stale sake on his already foul breath. “I’m thankful that I don’t have to waste my time with the likes of you tonight. Fortunately for me, the task of pulling…or cutting information out of you is reserved for the boss. Believe me when I say this but, he has ways to get even the most tight-lipped person to talk. I brought you in, so my job’s over.” The ninja hit Cho across the face again, “And that is for calling me a bastard, you pathetic piece of shit.” The ninja about-faced and marched out the room.

“Go fuck your slimy, Tokyo self,” Cho mumbled, dazed from the blow. Fortunate for Cho, the ninja had already left the room, missing the derogatory advice that Cho murmured.

Saitou’s not going to be too happy with this situation, Cho thought as he looked around the dimly lit room. There is got to be a way out of this predicament. Cho spies a window, but that doesn’t do him any good with being bound tightly. "I need to get these dog-gone thangs off me!"

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

“Whatever you do, Sanosuke, I do not want to see you anywhere near the compound. You have a specific job order, which is, to stay with the carriage. Is that understood?”

Sano saw the warning in Saitou’s eyes and hated to think of what the wolf would do to him if he disobeyed. Seeing Saitou at work in this way was filling the young man with desire to be near the wolf every inch of the way. Aoshi filled Saitou in about Cho’s situation back in the garden. Immediately after that Saitou went into his house and changed into his shinobi shizoku, and now, Sano was addicted to the sight of Saitou, absorbing every inch of the beautiful, masculine man dressed completely in black.

“Ahou,” Saitou snapped. “What part of the instructions do you not understand?”

Saitou’s impatient tone set a frown on Sano’s brow. It made him feel like he was back in grade school when the teacher used to scold him for not paying attention. When Sano saw Saitou’s short temperedness, Sano wasn’t about to start asking questions.

“Yeah, yeah… understood,” Sano huffed at being treated like a kid again. Saitou always handled him that way. It was one of the things that Sano truly hated about their relationship and often rebelled against. It frustrated him to no end having to prove to Saitou that he is no longer a kid.

Saitou loathed being so stern with Sano, but he knew how Sano could be in such situations. Sano is much too eager to pounce, much too short-tempered to be self-controlled, and way too green to be assisting in a rescue operation just yet. Besides, if anything were to happen to Sano, Saitou would never forgive himself. The mere thought of that knotted his gut. No, Saitou wanted Sano safe from harms way and preserved just the way Sano is.

Sano decided to show Saitou that he was ready to follow orders and do well in his tasks. At least he was ready to give it a try, instead of arguing with Saitou about allowing him to tag along. He remembered Saitou once telling him to be prudent in the small things first, and then the other things of importance shall follow, but why can't Saitou realize that it's the small things that frustrated Sano.

All of which didn’t change the fact that the sparkle in Sano's eye for Saitou shown even brighter at that moment. Sano enjoyed seeing his mate looking mysterious and bigger than life as a shinobi. Grant it, he knew about Saitou’s past as a spy doing various missions during the Shinsengumi days, but to actually see the man of mystery in action— that was altogether different. Sano’s was having a difficult time concentrating. The very sight of Saitou had Sano radiating heat through his body. He was sure Saitou noticed it. Sano couldn’t take his eyes off of the wolf. If Aoshi wasn't there, Sano definitely would run his hands all over Saitou.

Saitou and Aoshi discussed their plan of action: First–get into the compound. Secondly–clear a path to the east room where Cho was being kept. Lastly–free Cho. This was Aoshi’s lead; after all, his experience in stealth was superb. Saitou was going along as a backup, primarily to make sure that Aoshi didn’t have to be too concerned with watching his back from point ‘A’ to point ‘B’ since Saitou would take care of anyone who would be coming from the rear.

The carriage pulled to a stop. Saitou quickly looked over a Sanosuke and nodded. “Remember what I told you Sanosuke. I don’t want to see your curious ass anywhere near that area. You are to remain with here,” Saitou instructed as he fastened his narrow stare on Sano’s concerned eyes.

“Yeah, yeah... I won’t follow you, but just be careful! I don’t want you to come back sliced in half. It would give me a headache having to decide which half of you I would keep."

Saitou smirked and smiled at the comment, “Ahou." He slipped a black hood over his head and looked over at Aoshi and nodded.

Saitou and Aoshi left the carriage and quickly made their way to the darkness for cover. Sano felt the pangs of jealousy as he watched the two men vanish into the night. He longed for the day when Saitou would allow Sano to partner with him on his missions. He envied both Aoshi and Cho for having that honor. As for Sano, he doesn’t quite understand why Saitou is so protective. At times, it’s damn right smothering.

With Aoshi in the lead, he scaled the wall perfectly along with Saitou following close behind until they cleared the garden. Aoshi sat still for a minute, and then he slipped under the crawlspace of the compound’s main building. In hardly any time at all, Aoshi returned from his excursion beneath the big structure. He lifts his hand up displaying four fingers to Saitou. Saitou nods, now knowing that there were four people inside the main structure.

The two men smoothly and silently made their way across the front of the porch and around the structure’s east side where there was another entry. All they needed to do was go through two rooms and then Cho should be in the third room.

Saitou dropped behind Aoshi and took his rearguard position. Aoshi cleared the first room with no problem and then glanced over toward the second room. He sensed that someone was off to the left side of the entry door. Aoshi knew it was a watchman pulling duty, keeping an eye out on Cho’s room just in case Cho attempted to escape. Aoshi took a dagger out from his boot chinch. He crouched low to the floor, leaned over, and very carefully peeked around the corner of the threshold to gauge his distance and calculate his move.

Aoshi signaled Saitou and held up one finger. Saitou nodded. Aoshi stood vertically against the wall until his left shoulder was flushed with the frame of the door. He filled his lungs with a deep breath of air, then exhaled and eased his shoulders to a relaxed position. Then, with a slick, fluent motion he turned the corner and caught the watchman totally off guard. Aoshi moved so fast and quiet that the man didn’t have a chance to cry out and voice his surprise. Instead, the man fell forward into Aoshi’s arms and was quietly laid on the floor.

Aoshi had to move fast. The next room held Cho, and Aoshi wasn’t sure what to expect from there. He quickly moved through the room, reached the door he turned to signal Saitou—He was going in. They both nodded and Aoshi slid the door open, ready to meet the next challenge as he stepped into the room and stood with his back against the door’s surface.

“What took you so dang long?” Cho whispered from the floor in the empty room.

“We stopped off for some sushi on the way, what else?” Aoshi darted across the room to untie Cho who was lying on the ground unable to move. “You look like you could use some help.”

Cho looked up past Aoshi’s shoulder and blurted in a low hushed tone, “Oh shit...”

By the time Aoshi turned his attention over to the door, Saitou was lowering another watchman to the ground. The dark shadowlike substance oozed beneath the lifeless body indicating that the unfortunate man met his end that night.

“Quickly...” Saitou urged knowing that others will be arriving at anytime.

A few movements of Aoshi’s knife against the rough binding around Cho’s wrists and ankles freed the stiff-haired young man. The three made their way across the room to the window, Aoshi made his way out first, turned to help Cho, and then Saitou.

“Damn, this fresh air’s so seweet,” Cho softly sighed as they made their way through the garden.

“Save the talk,” Saitou quickly stopped Cho from conversing. “We do not want to be overheard.”

Over the garden fence and back out into the darkness of the night. All three men were relieved that it went as smoothly as it did. Saitou was especially relieved, for no one knew who rescued Cho. The most obvious assumption would be, Horie and his troop. That should motivate even more hits between the two groups. There will definitely be retaliation.

Sano tried to be patient as he waited for Saitou to return. His heart felt heavy in his chest and his mind running over different scenarios of what could go wrong for them. He heard a sound coming from the narrow alley behind the building. Was it Saitou? Sano held his breath, clenched his fist and strained his eyes to make out any movements in the darkness beyond.

“Thank you Buddha!” Sano exclaimed when he saw the three figures running toward him. Quickly he opened the carriage door and got in, followed by Cho, Aoshi and, to Sano’s relief, Saitou. The carriage was immediately set in motion. The men were breathing hard abut relieved that all went well.

“What a fucken relief! Shit I was going crazy here thinking all sorts of things that could have gone bad. Shit man, I’m even glad to see the BroomHead!”

“Hell, RoosterHead, I’m glad to see you too!”

The men laughed; glad for the success of the task and thankful that no one was injured.

Saitou met Sano’s bright eyes with his own and removed his ninja hood so that the young man would be able to see him smile. He was proud of Sano for following orders and wanted to let him know that he appreciated Sano's self-control. It wasn’t often that Saitou felt connected with anyone. He knew that he mattered to Sano and hated the possibility of being fatally injured leaving Sano with, yet another regret. He understood that the thought is always on Sano’s mind whenever Saitou is off fulfilling his undercover obligations. But it couldn't be helped.

Sano noticed that the front of Saitou’s shinobi shizoku was soaked with blood, as well as his hands. Sano’s smile left his face as he realized that Saitou probably was faced with another life and death situation. He hated the feeling of having to place Saitou in fate's hands and have little say so when Saitou's life is at risk. The very thing concerned Sano obviously happened back there, but he was relieved to see all three of them unharmed. Especially Saitou. Sano restrained himself from throwing his arms around the wolf to let him know how happy he was to see him.

“Those assholes took me as hostage with the intension of doing the ole’ torture bit to get me to talk about Horie,” Cho angrily stated. Cho chuckled and pointed to himself with his thumb, “I took a few blows, but nothin’ that’ll keep this guy down. Thanks to ya’ll, I’ve got a second chance to kick their asses to hell, next time.

“Don’t go out of your way to do that,” Saitou advised. “Remember, the battle is between Horie and Sugimura. If you’re around when there is a confrontation, then, by all means, enjoy yourself, but do not provoke them on your own. I have a feeling Horie will not allow this to go on much longer.”

“So do I tell Horie what took place tonight?” Cho asked.

“Hmn,” Saitou nodded, “indeed you do. You could say you freed yourself and put down two of Sugimura’s men in the process of escaping. I’m sure you’ll be commended for your capabilities. Whatever you say, do not include Aoshi and I in the equation.”

Saitou looked over at Aoshi, placed his hand on the handsome shinobi's shoulder and said, “Good work, Shinamori. I am glad you are working for us.”

“Hah,” Aoshi acknowledged Saitou’s comment. “I will follow Cho to Horie’s residence at a distance and make sure no one follows him.”

“Good,” Saitou agrees with Aoshi’s position of guardianship. “It would be wise to be on your guard until Horie cleans up the mess.”

The carriage stopped to let Aoshi and Cho exit the cab and sink into the darkness of the alleys behind them. Saitou signaled the driver to deliver Sano and himself home for the night.

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

Sano didn’t care what mood the wolf was in, but this time he took his chances and moved in to hit on Saitou. He broke from the position across Saitou, moved forward and knelt between Saitou’s legs to embrace him.

“I was so fucken worried! Are you all right? Did you get tagged anywhere?” Sano had concern written all over his face. He thought he was going to go out of his mind with worry while Saitou was assisting Aoshi. Now that Saitou was back in his Sano’s hold, he wasn’t about to take it for granted and hold anything back.

Saitou felt his heart warm to Sano’s concern. It was sure nice to be fussed over like that, and Saitou appreciated the fact that he meant something to Sano. Saitou returned the embrace and said in a soft, low voice, “I’m just fine, you needn't concern yourself. Nothing happened that we couldn’t easily handle.”

“It isn’t every day I see you covered in blood,” Sano sighed as he pulled away to look at the front of Saitou’s blood drenched outfit. “You even smell of death,” Sano mentioned as he inhaled the musky, irony scent of a fresh kill.

“Nothing a bath won’t remedy,” Saitou chuckled with a lustful tint to the glow in his narrow, golden eyes. He looked at Sano and desired to spend the rest of the night making passionate love to him, for Saitou had grown used to being coddled by the young man and didn’t care much for having to spend the nights alone without him. Of course the thought did cross his mind to ask Sano to move into his home and live with him, but he wasn’t sure if that was such a good idea knowing that Sano was learning other things staying with Kenshin.

Sano takes the seat next to Saitou and leans into a long kiss, drinking in the taste of the man whom he had totally fallen in love with, and also grateful for the fact that Saitou was there with him, safe and unharmed.

The carriage pulled up to the gate to let the two men off. While Saitou discussed the travel agenda with the carriage driver, Sano ran ahead to unlatch the gate, excited to be back at the residence again, and thankful that Saitou at least allowed to Sano tag along this time. Unfortunately for Sano, as soon as he stepped through the gate, it hit him—

.”Shit!” Sano remembered that Aoshi saw his sexual romp in the garden with Saitou. “Shit!” He also remembered that Saitou didn’t seem a bit disturbed about it either! Sano was beside himself, and even choked on the embarrassment, but Saitou reacted to the situation as if nothing out of the ordinary happened… like it was an everyday occurrence for Saitou, to be caught in the act of having sex.

“What were all the ‘shits’ for?” Saitou asked as he entered the garden and secured the gate.

“I just remembered about our recent tangle session here in the garden when Aoshi appeared on the freaking wall from out of nowhere. That was so fucken embarrassing!”

Saitou smirked, finding humor in the incident. “I assume it bothered you?”

“Hell yeah, it bothered me! But I’ll tell you what bothered me more!”

“And what would that be?” Saitou asked, enjoying the sight of Sano getting worked up about the incident. The look on Sano’s face, his over exaggerated gestures, all so entertaining for the wolf.

“You honestly don’t know, do you?” Sano was beginning to show his irritation.

“Know what? How would I know what it is that bothers you if you don’t tell me?” Saitou shrugged his shoulders and started to walk toward the house.

“You’re being an asshole, you know that?”

“Ahou, it has been a long day, and night. I’m covered with blood, I’m tired, and I want to get into the house to settle down for the rest of the evening. The last thing I want to do right now, is stand out in the garden and discuss why you think I’m an asshole,” Saitou stated irritably as he undid the latch to his front door. He walked straight through the house to heat some water for his wash. Sano took his time with latching the door, grumbling to himself.

“You might as well get your bath done while there is hot water, Sanosuke,” Saitou suggested as he poured some of the hot water into the bin and mixed it up into a frothy concoction to towel himself down with. The warm water felt good against his tired muscles. Yes, Saitou Hajime was getting older, and his interests in investigative work were no longer at the forefront of his life. It was obvious that Sano had taken that spot, and Saitou was beginning to realize that as an unavoidable fact.

Sano was quiet in thought as he removed his clothes for his bath. He was contemplating whether to drop the issue about Aoshi, and perhaps bring it up for discussion later when Saitou is more settled. Sano didn’t want to come off as a whiney housewife, but he needed to know what the hell happened out in the garden earlier.

The two men were cleaned up and toweled dry. During the process Saitou took full advantage of the opportunity to relish on Sano’s physique. He found much comfort in the young man and tranquility whenever they spent time at lovemaking. Saitou was anticipating more of that with Sano and had it in his mind to take Sano to bed for the rest of the evening.

“Don’t bother to dress,” Saitou took the towel in his hands, wrapped it around Sano’s shoulder and pulled the young man close to him. “I like you as you are, Sanosuke Sagara.”

Sano giggled in a boyish like manner. “Why? What does the ole’ wolf have in mind, or does he just want to drool over my sensational body?” Sano teased with a flirty tone added to his already appealing voice. Sano, dancing his eyebrows up and down on his face asked in a sultry tone, “Does the wolfie want a little of this?” He opened up the towel and flashed his form in a tantalizing manner.

“It appears to me that you’re wanting it more than I do,” said Saitou easing his eyes across Sano’s well-tuned form that was being flaunted before him.

“And… what if that’s true? Would you let me have what I want?” Sano licked his lips suggestively, blatantly hinting at his ravenous appetite for the wolf.

“You know what I want,” Sano accuses Saitou. You just want me to say it, so you can hear it, don’t you?”

Saitou smirked affectingly taking pleasure in the frivolous play and verbal sexual overtures. “And? So what if there is truth to what you are accusing me of?”

“Well then,” Sano hesitated… and then chuckled, “I would have to say, that you’re a dirty old man.”

“Hmmm, I see…” Saitou pinched his chin as in thought. “Well, if I’m a dirty old man, that makes you a perverted little boy, does it not?”

“Hell yeah!” Sano exclaimed as then threw his arms around the wolf’s neck and wedged his eager body against him. “You’re damn right I’m perverted, and I want to prove that fact right now and show you how horny I am for you.”

“It isn’t necessary for you to prove that fact to me. I can plainly tell for myself, by feeling this…” Saitou said hotly as he slid his hand between their bodies, taking a firm hold of Sano’s full-blossomed organ and gave it a few strokes.

“Ahhh, yeah, I wanted you to do this to me so badly. When I saw you in that shinobi shizoku earlier, I don’t know how I kept my hands off you. Shit you looked so good! You just have to wear that one day so I can take it off you.”

At that Saitou laughed, completely sold over to Sano’s charming humor. “Shall we retire to the bedroom?”

“Now you’re talking!” Sano excitedly agreed.

Sano sprawled out on the big soft bed and smothered himself amongst the many pillows that Saitou enjoyed collecting. He loved the feel of the different textured fabrics against his skin. Saitou lit the candle lamp and joined Sano in his pillow frenzy, rolling about the cushions, burying his body between the fluffy comforters. They were like two children at play in a sand box, full of teasing and laughter that ended up in a slight pillow fight. They settled down together in a sensuous kiss.

Sano sighed softly against Saitou’s mouth desiring to take up more of the handsome, playful wolf, but something was in the back of Sano’s mind that prevented him to totally enjoy what was taking place between them. Sano pulled from Saitou and looked up at the wolf that lay partially on top of him.

“What is it Sanosuke? I sense that there is something on your mind?”

“Uh… Well yeah, there is something that is kind of bugging me…” Sano fidgeted a little displaying his discomfort. Not knowing how Saitou would respond to what he wanted to discuss, he hesitated. Since the topic involved Saitou’s past, Sano was unsure at how to phrase what he wanted to discuss with Saitou. He didn’t want to upset the wolf, being that he was in a good mood, but if Sano held on to it any longer, he felt like he would burst.

Saitou leaned into Sano to look into his eyes, not having a clue as to what was on Sano’s mind, but could plainly see that something was definitely bothering him. “I’m listening Sanosuke,” Saitou tried to encourage the uncertain young man.

Sano took a deep breath and was determined to get it off his chest. It was now, or never. “It’s… It’s what happened earlier in the garden. How long did you know Aoshi was watching us?” Sano’s cheeks began to warm up as the blush ran across his face.

The wolf snickered beneath his breath, “Hmn, I thought it had something to do with Aoshi.”

“Well, when I think about it...” Sano figured he’d better explain the reason for asking the question before Saitou remembers that his least favorite thing was participating in a discussion about his past. “You didn’t seem the least bit surprised that Aoshi was watching us have sex.” Sano took a breath and keenly observed Saitou’s expression. When Saitou didn’t respond at all, he went on with his queries. “It is like the other day when you snapped that shinobi’s neck, killing the poor bastard while Aoshi held him down for you. It was obvious you’ve done that sort of thing before.”

“What are you getting at, Sanosuke?”

“Okay,” Sano tried desperately to regroup his words, and then he made another attempt at it. “I know for a fact that you’ve killed a lot of people as a member of the Shinsengumi, and you mentioned that you killed someone when you were as young as nineteen, so I can understand you being calm about that now. But this thing with Aoshi… You being calm about knowing he was there... There watching us... I can’t stop thinking that…well—maybe you did that sort of thing before?”

Saitou frowned at Sano’s question and lowered his voice expressing his irritation, “And what sort of thing are you implying I did?”

Sano started fidgeting again and regretted mentioning it to Saitou. He didn't want to spoil the fun that they were having together, but it was way too late to turn back now. “Well, you know… Sano wanted to drop the whole thing, but he managed to squeak it out. “That you fucked someone while someone else watched.”

There, it was out, and Sano was a nervous wreck trying to get as far as he did with the questioning. It was important to Sano, and it had certainly been on his mind lately. Yes, as uncomfortable as it was to ask, Sano felt confident he did the right thing, even though it may have put a big damper on the evening.

Saitou was not surprised that Sano was probing into his past—again. The wolf spent enough time with Sano to know that the young man had a ferocious appetite to know details, but was Saitou ready to open up to someone who had already barged into his life and had him feel so vulnerable at times? Hell, Saitou didn’t discuss any of his past while married, and after the divorce, he was glad that he kept his past where it belonged—In the past!

“If you must know, I have not engaged in three way sex in my past, nor do I think I ever will participate in such activities.” The wolf spoke slow and calm hoping that his answer will suffice, and put an end to Sano’s excavation into the graves he covered over years ago.

Sano looked at Saitou, examining the wolf’s countenance for any signs of emotion. Other than the irritation Sano was causing, Saitou appeared to be tolerating it well. “It was just too weird that it didn’t seem to bother you at all; I mean… You didn’t stop to tell the guy to get lost, or anything! You just kept on doing me despite knowing Aoshi was watching us, right there in the garden, planting seeds.”

“Hmn,” Saitou nodded, “If we should ever find ourselves being watched while engaging in coital activities in the future, I will remember to stop… Now, can you drop this interrogation of yours and move on?”

Saitou leaned in to cover Sano’s mouth with his own before the young man could think of anything else to inquire about. He kissed Sano sensuously. With gentle, spiral prods; he fondled Sano’s tongue with his own. “Mmm, you do taste delicious,” he uttered heatedly, and then, he trailed his tongue down the young man’s throat. “It causes me to want to do iniquitous deeds to your body.”

Sano moaned softly when he felt the wolf’s teeth skimming against his neck. Feeling very vulnerable, he moaned and arched his pelvis against the man’s weight above him. “I can feel how hard you are, do you know that?”

“It is because I am pushing against you with my hardness, wouldn’t you say, Hmmm?

“How many other guys did you push up against?”

Dead silence—Saitou’s bedroom abruptly became void of any sound of activity for a moment. Sano had a feeling that it wasn’t the best time to be questioning the wolf and his inexperience couldn’t have been exhibited at a worse time. It was obvious that Sano was still learning moderation to various aspects of his life, especially when it came to asking Saitou about his past.

“God damn it, Ahou!” Saitou bellowed and abandoned his pursuit for intimacy.

Sano knew that he had crossed the thin line and pushed it a little too far with that last question. If there was such a thing as retraction, Sano wished that he could have taken the words back right then. He deserved to be referred to as Ahou this time, and he certainly felt like a genuine one, at that.

“I’m sorry I asked,” Sano said with no sincerely attached to the statement. He sat up on the bed and crossed his legs in front of him. The whole room seemed bigger than it really was due to the tension that wedged between them. “Look, I didn’t mean to be a shit-head, but sometimes it seems to just happen, you know?”

“No, I do not know, and right now, I do not particularly care to know—I’m going outside for a smoke.” Saitou got up from the bed, turned, glared at the dismayed swain and added, “ALONE!” He left Sano sitting there alone to think about his behavior.

Sano was being swallowed up by self-condemnation, but still, very prideful and offended. He wasn’t about to take crap from anyone, and that meant not taking shit from Saitou Hajime either! The longer he sat there brooding, the angrier he got.

“Fuck if I’m going to stick around to take this shit from that grouchy asshole,” Sano snorted out aloud. He punched a pillow and threw it across the room, barely missing one of Saitou’s very expensive imported wares. “I’m not fucking staying here, even if that bastard paid me!”

Sano quickly got dressed and charged out of the room totally consumed by the time he passed the kitchen. He cut through the rest of the house and stormed out the front door, forcing it open explosively. Saitou turned to look at the angry young man through the puff of smoke he just exhaled.

“That door better be intact when I step through it,” Saitou warned.

“Oh yeah? I don’t give a rat’s ass if it’s busted…” Sano spat back. “YOU deal with the god damned door, I’m out of here!”

Saitou narrowed his eyes as he normally does whenever Sano threw one of his prideful, stubborn tantrums. Saitou thought it was best to let him go and cool down. Besides, he was in no mood to spend the night defending his past from Sano’s curiosity.

“God damn bastard!” Sano slammed the garden gate shut, muttering in his anger. “I don’t need his fucken moodiness. What I need is some sake—that’s what I need.” Frustrated, he heads for the nomiya.
- 39
- 40
- 41
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Rurouni Kenshin Fan-Fic - GOJOU