Rosa Canina in Autumn | By : hajimenokizu Category: Rurouni Kenshin > General Views: 1507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer:
Nothing is mine. This is just fanfiction. No money involved just plain hard
work and sleepless nights. Also this is not a Saitou x Tokio fic. Alternate
pairings involved! Rating will be changed for later chapters.
Chapter 5:
Playing with Fate
I read the
note over and over again. My son Tsutomu is sick and Tokio wants me to go home
immediately. How I steel myself at the mention of my sick son, a bronchial
infection that got worse… Immediately I write a quick note to be given back to
the messenger and some money too. I cannot be there which is why I have to rely
on my wife in these matters. How it disturbs me that Kyoto is so far away from Tokyo and her letter sounded
distressed was quite an understatement. But I must trust my wife to handle this
matter, the reason I am in Kyoto after all is for them
as well. To get the break I’ve been hankering for all these years… She did
marry after all a person who is of lower stature than herself and with that
comes the challenges of finances, aside from the fact that I still have to
prove myself as worthy to her father. That was the problem I noticed back then,
since the go-between Tokio and I was the Daimyo of Aizu himself, her father
could not disagree openly…
Sometimes I
worry if she doubts me, my loyalty to her and being here in Kyoto I fear it as
well. I never did understand why she agreed to the arrangement, I was a
complete stranger to her and she was to me as well. How the first night we
spent together were uncomfortable but I am a lecherous man and she was a
desirable woman in every sense of the word. Our son was conceived not too short
of a time after and I was consumed in what I think most people would call joy.
But now we face things as man and wife, and I would like to think she will
understand the reason I refuse to go back. It is not the time, and Tsutomu’s
sickness is not grave… If I leave now, when I am so close, I would not only be
forfeiting my chances in the Keishikan but also our chances for a better life.
I need her to believe in me for this I know will just be one of the many
instances when I will not be by her side…
After sending
the messenger off, I go back to my room and dressed appropriately. There is a
Kabuki play tonight and my target is there. A big shipment of firearms
according to intelligence will be docking at 11 PM… What a convenient excuse
for Fukukago… He of course is not an idiot and not to have an alibi, I’m just
surprised perhaps that they made no move during the Gion festival itself. I
wonder if he has an inkling already that we were trailing him. Or, at least the
government was.
Earlier I met
with what Kawaji called reinforcements, a group of military men who were to
assist once we find out which dock it was we were to raid. My job was only to
make sure we did find the place and Fukukago would be a nice trophy to throw in
jail soon enough. Walking the streets of Kyoto I try to blend in with the
crowd, not a hard feat as no one recognizes me here, it has been a long time
after all and my hair is short and I no longer sport facial hair.
Giving my
ticket at the counter I enter unhindered in the theater lobby and loitered
where the light is dimmest just behind corner where I can see who else comes in
goes. It does not take too long to see the Chief enter with an entourage and I
wonder, if all those people where all in complot. I do not recognize most of
them, only a few who were also of the police here in Kyoto. Of course, in this
blasted Meiji government, power attracts the corrupt… And the corrupt likes to
conglomerate as if they are one big scab to be scratched. I smirk at that, this
should make my job easier… All of them in one place to be arrested… However,
this is all too convenient it seems.. Surely my job isn’t this easy…
“What play is
this again?”
“How many
times do I have to tell Kazuka? It’s the Tale of the Genji?” He laughs, “You
should’ve spent a little bit more time reading the classics and maybe a little
less time with your women!”
Sounds of
boisterious laughter filled the air as I leaned there and watched.
“Well Fukukago-san,
from what I’ve heard you’ve had your fair share.” Came the jest of another.
The Chief
laughs and I shake my head, I would venture to guess that they are all in their
late thirties or early fourties and it is uncommon for a man not to be married
at that age. But truly I do not care of their private affairs, those are after
all just domestic and my purpose here is purely of government business.
“I agree
Miyamoto-san! Well I do know of this wonderful teahouse that we should visit
tonight if –business- goes well.”
That voice… I
crank my neck a bit further out to see but quite a few people are now blocking
my view. Business… Tonight… So my informant was correct…
“We’ll talk
about that later.” I hear Fukukago reply with a bit of a sneer in his voice,
“Todou-kun we’re here for the Kabuki, remember?”
“Well yes of
course Chief.” Finally the crowd in front of me dispersed as they tried to find
their seats and there just a few steps away I see TodouNagaoka bowing his head
like whipped mule. A sinking feeling tells me that this is no mere coincidence.
His talk a few weeks ago of his business importing silk, could just be a cover.
My thoughts drift as I followed them inside. In an hour I should know my
answer… I sit a few rows behind, thinking of what an inauspicious association
this is. It is of course quite clear to me now, but I think of Hide and how
once again I fear that I will be obtruding in her new found happiness but this
time not out of pure selfishness but by dire coincidence.
FLASHBACK
“Let go of
me Saitou-san!” She shook, clamored and dug her fingers into my arms as I
pushed her against the wall at the back of the compound. My eyes bore on hers
as if to devour her that instant. I’m quite hot from the drinking earlier… -My-
plan… To borrow some courage from the sake that has been my constant companion
these days. I grip her wrist tightly and I breathe into her ear, oh how I want
to run my tongue from her earlobe to the nape of her neck… Her smell is
intoxicating unlike those women I’ve associated with in Shimabara
“You want
to shout don’t you?” I whisper, “You want to call out to Souji…” I say gruffly.
“You’re
drunk Saitou-san.” She pushes me away but I push back.
“Leave
him.” I tell her. “I want you. You know that I saw you first Hide... Or should
I say Hidejiro?”
She
wriggles free of my grip and the next thing I know the crackling of a whip hits
my face and when I turned to look back at her, I only see her bare hands red. I
grin slightly.
“How dare
you Saitou…” She spat at me vehemently, “I am not just some woman, like the
others.”
I grin even
wider this time, “That’s why I want you.”
“How dare
you disrespect me like that…” She met my eyes this time, her shaking now gone.
Yes I knew inside her was something else that Souji doesn’t know for what she
showed him was her sweet submitting self, but I’ve heard her argue with her
parents about how she hated dressing up as a boy… How she hated being handled
as such…
I grabbed
her at that instant, “You wanted to be treated like a woman correct? And do you
think Souji will know how to do that? He’s not even set foot in Shimabara.” I
hold her chin tightly and turned her face to mine. My lips forcefully finding
their way on top of hers, darting into her mouth and finding her tongue. For a
moment I feel hers fighting with mine and I close my eyes savoring the moment.
There is a possibility between us after all. But an indescribable pain shots
from my mouth to the back of my neck and blood oozed out from my mouth into
hers. I let go and spit out the saliva and blood from my tongue all at the same
time. And I realized… That she was unlike myself… She had loyalty and honor… To
her family, to them and to the pair of eyes watching us bewildered.
“She’s
yours…” I tell Souji as I move pass him. I could give my apologies, but why
should I apologize for something that should’ve been mine in the first place? I
wonder if she even realized how wrong she was… That I did not disrespect her,
on the contrary I dared not to speak to her because I knew who she really was
and she wanted to be left alone. But my thoughts are interrupted as something
hit my face once again. Rather small but solid fists that found their way to my
cheek. If it had been another time I would draw my sword at my friend but there
was no point as her answer was clear as day in this dark night.
“You done?”
I ask him and rub the side of my face.
“Yes and do
not come near Hide again…” He paused and I can feel his spirit rise to tides
almost as dark as mine, “Or you can forget that we are brothers.” His hand
settles on the saya of his katana as warning and I chuckle. There were unspoken
vows between men, that no man should covet his brother's woman… I had thought I
could’ve waited but I was never a patient man, even if I knew Souji was dying.
I could no longer wait.
END OF
FLASHBACK
Precisely a
few minutes before eleven, half of the men who entered with the Kyoto Chief
stood up. I am almost certain their destination was for the docks, so I readied
myself to leave. Todou stands up with them and I wait for Fukukago to leave as
well, but he does not move from his seat. I’m torn to say the least. For all
practical purposes, this particular arms smuggling transaction was large and
prior reports indicated that the heads of the Yakuza along with some Keikan did
meet for “trust” purposes. I truly do wonder if he knows something I do not…
But I was left with no choice as the others left I followed them clandestinely
keeping a few paces away. Todou is a fool… I cannot do anything for him, even
if I do owe his wife a favor. I have no choice but to put him behind bars after
this. Making sure that my flare was ready, I look up towards the woods where I
was told reinforcements were to be situated.
I see a modest
ship anchor in the middle of the Kawa river and three small boats are lowered
with what I can only see as crates and barrels. Not good at all… I decide to
abort the mission and run up to the forested area to tell them that Fukukago
was not in the party and if we were to apprehend this lot, not only will we not
catch the Chief but that shipment will get away as well. I run through the
darkness, stepping and crushing twigs all at the same time. But my eye caught
the glint of a saber… A soldier running out from hiding, obviously seeing what
I saw and taking –action-.
“Ahou stop!” I
shout but I’m a bit too late and he is followed by at least another twenty or
so men. “Damn it! You were to wait for my signal!” I curse and ran back towards
the shore of the river while they engaged in fighting both with sabres and
bullets. I pull out my katana this time. A massacre will be happening tonight
but as to which side I can only guess as shadows emerge from hiding… Are they
friend or foe?
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