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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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Words you may not know:

*Chabudai – A low dining (tea) table

*Sakabatou – Himura Kenshin’s weapon of choice; a reverse blade sword.

*Oro – A pet word Kenshin used to say, “Huh?”

*Bento - Lunch box.

The Akabeko was not as crowded as it usually would be that time of day. Kenshin decided to stop by there and get something to take back to Kaoru for their evening meal. The aroma from the Akabeko’s kitchen would have made anyone’s tummy rumble, and Kenshin was no exception.

“Hey there, Mr. Himura,” Tae greeted Kenshin in her usual cheerful tone tainted with a Kyoto accent. “Will you be dining with us today?”

Kenshin turned around to face her, bowed and said, “Not this time I’m afraid, but I will order something to take back to Miss Kaoru, if I may—Thank you.”

“You sure can!” Tae handed Kenshin a menu and then pointed to a *chabudai that was specifically set out for the restaurant’s ‘take out’ customers. “Have a seat and I’ll be right back to take your order.”

Kenshin looked through the menu and tried to decide what Kaoru would be in the mood for tonight. She usually wasn’t so choosey, but Kenshin didn’t want to take any chances. Kaoru tends to get upset at the slightest disturbances.

As unusually quiet as it was at the Akabeko, a sudden commotion arose in one of the dining booths at the rear of the restaurant. Kenshin immediately recognized Sano’s voice. Kenshin didn’t waste any time. He hastily jumped to his feet and made his way to the origin of the uprising. When he reached the scene Sano was perfectly calm and quiet, seated at his chabudai sipping his warm sake. However, when he glanced over to the next cubicle he saw a man lying on the floor—unconscious.

Tae stepped between the two booths located directly across each other. “Honestly,” said Tae as she frowned at the situation, “I don’t know what the Akabeko would do if Sanosuke-san weren’t here as our spur-of-the-moment bouncer.” Tae motioned to one of the restaurant workers to get the mess cleaned up.

Kenshin relaxed and removed his hand from the *sakabatou that he wore that was attached to his hip-side. “By the looks of things the way they are, I’d say everything is in order here,” Kenshin said wearing his grand smile that made his eyes appear like two arches on his face face.

“Kenshin!” Sano loudly shouted and lifted his cup of sake up to the red-haired man. “Come have some sake with me!” It was obvious to Kenshin that Sano had a good head start on drinking.

“I’ll do just that while I wait for my order. Thank you Sano, for the invitation.” Kenshin sat himself down and gave Tae his order for the ‘take-out ‘ along with an order for a warm bottle of sake for Sano and himself.

“So… Kenshin,” Sano poured his good friend a drink and handed it over to him. “What brings you to this side of town?”

Kenshin didn’t know how to answer Sano, except to tell him the truth, but perhaps not the whole truth, not right now. “I had business to take care of with the police commissioner to discuss the closure of the mission in Kyoto.” Kenshin said in hopes that Sano will just dismiss it.

“You discussed Kyoto?” Sano watched Kenshin’s reaction when he questioned him. “Hmm, so that would mean…” Sano stalled in the middle of his sentence. “…That would mean that Saitou was there too, huh?”

“*Oro?” Kenshin had one of his crazed expressions on his face. It was a mixture of being caught off guard, and disbelief. Kenshin gulped down his sake and sat his empty receptacle down on the chabudai. You know about Saitou?” Kenshin asked.

Sano chugged down his sake and poured another round for Kenshin and himself. “Yeah, by coincidence, I ran into that Broom-head, and he sort of filled me in about Saitou being alive and stuff.” Sano leaned back with his arms behind him preventing him from falling backwards. “Of course I had to see for myself last night, so I paid Saitou a visit at his house.”

“Sano, do you mean you spoke to Saitou?” Kenshin’s voice turned serious.

Kenshin was becoming irritated, realizing that Saitou let him go on about Sano in his office earlier. Saitou didn’t mention a thing about speaking with Sano. Kenshin wondered why, and what Saitou was trying to hide?

“To make a long story short, I went over to Saitou’s house to smash his pointy, bastard, wolf-face with in my fist!” Sano lowered his voice in embarrassment and looked down at the sake bottle on the table. “That didn’t work out quite the way I anticipated.” Sano nervously placed his hand behind his neck and squeezed, displaying a moment of tension.

Sensing that Sano was not comfortable with disclosing what happened between he and Saitou, Kenshin quickly picked up the sake bottle and poured Sano another shot.

“Sano,” Kenshin said in a reassuring manner. “This should enable you to put Kyoto behind yourself now. That is most important.”

“Here’s your order, Mr. Himura,” Tae sat two *bento boxes in front of Kenshin and then asked, “Will there be anything else for either of you two?”

“Not for me, Miss Tae. I should be getting these back to Miss Kaoru soon, and thank you very much,” Kenshin said as he handed Tae the money for the food and drinks.

Sano lifted his sake vessel, and without having to say a word, Tae automatically assumed that Sano needed another sake bottle refill. Tae nods her head at Sano and then bowed toward Kenshin, “Please give Kaoru my best, and tell her that I will visit with her soon.” Tae then scurried off to tend to the customers in the next partition before she fetched Sano’s refill.

Kenshin prepared to raise himself from the chabudai, “Sano, we will see you at the dojo soon?”

Sano nodded, “Yeah, you can’t keep me away from a free meal, even if it is the little missy who does the cooking.” He finished the last gulp of the sake from the bottle Kenshin ordered and added, “I just need a few more of these to help me sort some things out.”

“Hmn,” Kenshin nodded, picked up his bento boxes and left the Akabeko to begin his leisurely walk back to the dojo.

“Here you go Sanosuke-san.” Tae sat down a fresh bottle of sake before him. “You sure can put those things away; this being your fourth bottle and all.”

“Yeah well, I’m not counting, besides, it helps me to think, and I have a lot of thinking to get done.” Sano slurred a little and poured himself another drink.

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“Shit, I’ll be here another few days sortin’ this paper junk out.” Cho said to himself as he tossed files onto alphabetical piles around his desk. “This ain’t what it suppose to be like for a fine police officer like myself.”

“You talking to yourself again, Cho?” Saitou had been standing there the whole time being entertained by his comical subordinate.

Cho turned around to see Saitou leaning on the right frame of his office door looking amused, for a change.

“Mr. Fujita-sir!” Cho announced in surprise. “You ought not sneak up on unsuspecting fine police officers like myself if you treasure the jewels you have hanging between your legs! They can get cut right off with one of my expert super-special sword techniques!”

Cho pointed to a pile of files on his desk and looked over at Saitou again, “Even before I can get to all dem’ old files, there’s new ones being brought in from the front office booking. I never knew we had so many dishonest people here in Tokyo.” Cho snickered as he remembered himself being at the top of the list as one of the “bad guys”.

Saitou smirked and mentioned sarcastically, “You knew this job was dangerous before you signed on.”

As Cho sifted through the new pile from the front booking office he recognized a name on the report.

“Well, will you lookie here,” Cho viewed one of the files and continued to say, “it looks like our friend the ‘Rooster-head’ was involved in a ruckus down at the Akabeko.”

That bit of information immediately got Saitou’s attention. “What kind of trauma this time?” Saitou folded his arms in front of himself and braced for the report.

“Says here that Rooster-head was actually doing the folk at the Akabeko a good deed and he took out a rowdy customer.” Cho gestured with his fist some boxing moves. “Must have been a double upper cut and one to the midsection, by the sound of it. Also says in the report that the rowdy guy was knocked unconscious and they brought him here for processing.”

“Hmmm, interesting,” Saitou, said below his breath. “Finish off the rest of the old files first. The new files will keep until tomorrow. Do that and be done for the day.”

Saitou reached around his door into his office, picked up his coat from the rack and headed toward the main office’s door. He had his coat on and buttoned before he stepped out onto the roadway. He headed toward the Akabeko.

“Why is my behavior as such? “Saitou questioned himself. “It is as though I am losing more control instead of gaining it back.”

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Tae put down another bottle of sake on the chabudai before Sano. “Here you go Sanosuke-san; now behave yourself and don’t be so loud, you’ll disturb the rest of the customers in here.”

Sano lifted his sake receptacle and drank. His mind was clouded and uninhibited to wander where he normally would have resisted. The thought of not hating Saitou was new to him. There were too many times when he could think on nothing else, but going against Saitou to get even with the wolf for running a sword through his right shoulder.

Why didn’t Saitou kill Sano that day? That question still perplexed Sano as he recalled the first time they met. He thought on that day and all the following days since Saitou entered his life. Now, his thoughts were littered with confusion since his emotions made it difficult to think. Everything had gotten so complicated since Sano met up with Saitou again.

Sano was feeling the sake and it was least helping him feel better about all the confusing thoughts and images that plagued him. Although Sano was glad that Saitou was alive, he was tired of trying to figure out all the emotions that were at play.

“That creep,” Sano mumbled out loud, “I bet he doesn’t give a rats-ass about what the hell is going on anyway, so why the fuck should I?”

“You are probably correct about that,” A voice very familiar to Sano pulled his gaze away from his sake receptacle.

Sano squinted one eye in order to see who it was, partially because of the reflection from the setting sun through an open window directly behind the person, but mostly due to all the sake Sano consumed in his attempt to figure things out.

Saitou didn’t wait for an invitation to sit down. It didn’t seem like Sano was capable of thinking that far ahead of himself. Saitou sat across from Sano and eyed the red blush across the sake-filled, young man's face.

“Feel free to sit your ass down anytime, it’s fine by me, because I don’t give a shit.” Sano picked up where he left off just before Saitou lurked in. “You don’t give a shit, so why should I?”

Saitou smirked and stared at Sano. He couldn’t resist enjoying the view that sat across from him at the chabudai. Saitou never had much of a chance to visually absorb Sano until now. There had always been something going on around them in Kyoto, and their first confrontation at the dojo, was brief.

“I came here with the intention to talk to you about the brawl you were in earlier, but as you are now, I would probably get more information from your empty sake bottle than from you.” Saitou said.

“Oh, is that so?” Sano snapped at Saitou. “I can tell you anything that you want to know, just put your money where your mouth is, buddy, and ask away!”

Saitou narrowly looked at Sano and raised a brow. “Tell me Ahou, why are you sitting by yourself on a Friday night instead of taking a pretty lady out; or why aren’t you gambling, as you usually do, or both? Why do you sit here alone, with a bottle of sake for company?”

Sano didn’t expect that kind of questioning, so he shot out defensively. “Why do you want to know anyway? Only people who care about others ask questions like that.”

“If you remember, Ahou… if you are capable of remembering… it was you,” Saitou pointed a finger at Sano, ”who wanted me to ask questions. I asked and you did not answer, so in my book, it is you that failed.”

Saitou started to get up from sitting, a good indication to Sano that Saitou decided not to question him about what took place with that loud mouth trouble maker he knocked out earlier in the next booth. Sano didn’t want Saitou to leave, not just yet. Sano enjoyed the way he felt around Saitou, so undoubtedly Sano wanted to keep Saitou with him longer.

“So where you headed?” Sano asked timidly, regretting his behavior.

Saitou put on his coat, one sleeve at a time, then hiked the bulk of the jacket over his shoulders. I’m headed to my home; it has been a rather long day. A walk, fresh air and a cigarette, does wonders to clear the mind, wouldn’t you say, Sanosuke?”

Quickly, Sano seized the opportunity to grab more time with Saitou. It was something he was not able to resist even if he had tried.

“Saitou, would you mind if I walked along with you?” Sano asked. "My place is on the way and you know how the streets are around here after dark. One of us could get mugged,” Sano said trying to sound convincing.

“If you wish,” Saitou answered seeing right through Sano. “It wouldn’t be likely that one would be foolish enough to attack either one of us.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. No one would come up against a cop and an ex-brawler for hire!” Sano boasted giving way to the sake’s influence.

Saitou reached into his trouser pocket, pulled out some money and tossed it on the chabudai. Sano wasn’t about to contest, being that he was already indebted to the Akabeko for running up his tab for weeks on end.

Once out in the open, Saitou inserted a cigarette between his lips. Sano stood next to him and tried hard not to be so obvious about being absorbed in Saitou’s body language. Sano admired the wolf’s strength in more ways than one.

Saitou’s was lean man, but at the same time, he was solidly and well-built, displaying strength and ability even in his simple natural movements and gestures. Sano felt excitement stir within, and the desire to be even closer to Saitou was overwhelming him.

Saitou let the smoke glide past his lips and glanced over at Sano from the corner of his eye. “See anything you like, Sanosuke?” Saitou wet his lips with the swipe of his tongue in a gesture revealing his appetite, for perhaps, more than what was on the present menu before him.

Sano realized that his ‘sneak peeks’ at Saitou were more like obvious amorous stares! A little embarrassed being caught—Sano dropped his eyes away from Saitou and immediately stepped out onto the roadway, but not without stumbling over his own steps first.

Saitou shook his head and whispered, “Ahou.”

Except for some small talk, both men were quiet most of the way to Saitou’s house. Neither Saitou, nor Sano wanted to initiate a conversation about what occurred in Saitou’s garden the night before. But, as soon as they both rounded the corner where the garden could be seen, they felt somewhat anxious. The topic couldn’t rest until both men knew what it all meant, and where they were headed in the relationship.

The remaining sunlight sank behind the horizon when they entered the garden. It was the same place, and approximately the same time the two men met last night. However, the situation was quite different from the previous encounter. For one thing, Sano wasn’t trying to turn Saitou to a scrap heap.

“I’m not going to apologize for attacking you last night Saitou,” Sano blurted out.

Saitou stopped walking and turned to face Sano, “I did not ask for an apology, Sanosuke.“ Saitou glared at Sano momentarily and brought Sano’s tantalizing appearance into full view. The ‘Wolf of Mibu’ had gone too long without, and no amount of discipline could keep Saitou’s ravenous hunger in check.

Although Sano wasn’t sure what was happening, he felt it too. It was as though common sense and wisdom took flight only to be replaced with a deep, primal yearning that was impossible to ignore. Sano couldn’t believe what was happening inside of him—he couldn’t believe what was happening between them.

Sano wanted to speak, but hesitated. He wanted to tell Saitou, even back in Kyoto, but was afraid of what Saitou’s reaction would have been then. But now, having gone through Saitou’s mock death and his return, Sano knew he had to lift the shroud that covered the truth that he hid from everyone, including himself, for so long.

Sano lowered his voice to almost a whisper and fixed his eyes on a nearby tree, so to avoid any eye contact. “Saitou, I… hate everything about you—Why… do I love you?”

A moment passed and having said that, Sano sheepishly looked up at Saitou expecting the worst. Sano could deal with the humiliation, but he couldn’t deal with keeping it to himself any longer.

Saitou was amazed at the raw guts Sano displayed to come out and confessed such truth to him. He wasn’t expecting Sano to be straightforward like that, but what Sano said, echoed Saitou’s dilemma as well.

Saitou deliberately let down the drawbridge that ran through the rampart that he tediously maintained around himself. It was against his better judgment, but how could he not? Saitou felt drawn to Sano ever since the first day he saw the young man at the Kamiya Dojo. That same day when Saitou wounded Sano, but spared his life. It was out of character for Saitou to have been so lenient, but could Saitou have spared Sano’s life for such a time as this?

Sano appeared to be anticipating dooms day from Saitou. Instead, Saitou took a small step forward to close the distance between he and the brave young man. Saitou reached up and placed his index finger under Sano’s chin and sought the young man's eyes for an engagement with his own. Saitou addressed Sano’s question.

“Only when I start to think about you, I know…” Saitou said. He leaned toward Sano, placed his cheek against Sano’s cheek and whispered into his ear. “Only when you start to think about me, you will know—why.”

Sano leaned back and looked into Saitou’s eyes again. “You hate everything about me, then why do YOU love me?”

Saitou didn’t answer, not verbally anyway. Neither did he deny it. Saitou abandoned any logical argument that came to mind that would threaten to reprehend his indulgent behavior. He reached for Sano and met Sano’s strong shoulders with his fingers–hands–and then his arms. Saitou drew Sano to him, until he felt Sano’s familiar body-heat against his body, just the way he did the night before. And… just like the night before, Saitou placed his mouth on Sano’s lips. This time, Saitou did not settle for a brief connection. No. This time, Saitou endorsed his tongue to part Sano’s lips—the lips that he desired for so long.

Sano was overwhelmed by the sensations that rushed at him. None of what he felt seemed wrong. Everything felt right. He closed his eyes and received Saitou’s kiss deeply, and met Saitou’s tongue eagerly with his own. At the same time, Sano’s hands found their way around Saitou’s waist and pulled Saitou closer—the same way his mouth pulled Saitou’s tongue deeper into him.

“Saitou, I want you to take me… Saitou…” Sano asserted while he broke the kiss and tilted his head to the side to get some air. “I want…”

Saitou cut Sano short to feed on Sano’s mouth some more. Sano could feel Saitou’s muscles rippled through the fabric that separated them from being flesh to flesh. Just the thought of Saitou desiring him took whatever air supply Sano just replenished.

Both men locked together desiring each other in the worst way, but it was Saitou who pushed Sano from him until the space returned between their bodies. Saitou was breathing hard, and he wiped the corners of his mouth with his gloved finger. Saitou extended his arm to touch Sano’s lips with his thumb while resting his fingers on Sano’s face. His other hand easily rested on Sano’s shoulder.

“Sanosuke, Saitou spoke with a serious tone, still holding his thumb on Sano’s lips gently to keep Sano’s attention. “Saitou continued, “I must leave tomorrow on an under-cover assignment to Nikko.”

“Leave?” Sano stepped back, dividing the two even further. “But you just got back!” Sano protested angrily. “Why the hell is this happening now?”

“It is a good thing,” Saitou replied quickly. “It will give the both of us time to think on what had happened between us, and by doing so, will enable the both of us to determine what should happen in the future.”

“Oh yeah—right,” Sano spat out sarcastically. He took a few more steps back from Saitou. “It’s easy for you to say, because you didn’t fall in love with a guy who you saw die! You didn’t mourn his death, and then…” Sano’s eyes filmed with moisture. “And then find out that the damn dead guy comes back from the grave only to fuck with your mind and heart! What for? To leave again?”

“Do you honestly think I am playing some sort of mind game with you, Sanosuke?” Saitou tone now tainted with irritation. He pulled a cigarette from his pouch and placed it between his lips, lit it, and exhaled, “If you think that… then it would probably make it easier for you to get over all that had happened between us.”

“Oh, I see,” Sano tried to make sense of what Saitou was saying. “You set me up for the kill, and you take me down with your Mibu Wolf fangs! At least you’re warning me before you strike.” Sano shouted, feeling defeated.

“If I was out to kill you, Sanosuke, you would have been dead a long time ago.”

“Oh yeah? I’m sure you would have managed to fuck me first, right?” Sano barked as he began to lose control of his emotions.

“Once a moron, always a moron, I suppose,” Saitou said as he took a deep puff off of his cigarette and flicked the remainder of it past Sano. I suggest you go home and sleep it off, Sanosuke Sagara.”

Saitou turned and started to walk away from Sano leaving the scene much like how he left the night before. Sano stood there, clenching his fists on either side of him, not really knowing how to react to what just happened.

“How long will you be gone?” Sano asked.

Saitou stopped in his track and turned to face Sano. “That all depends on how well the mission goes.”

Saitou drank in the sight of the young lean man in front of him who displayed his emotions so openly. That kind of ‘show of emotions’ did not come easy for Saitou. He also was not used to that kind of admiration; at least not from another person of the same sex. It felt good to matter to someone in that way. Saitou could have stood there for hours and soaked in the feeling of being alive.

Saitou, for the first time in such a long time, felt alive! For all the lives Saitou had cut short in the past—the assassinations, the revolution, and the work he did upholding the law as part of the undercover work for the government. All of it made Saitou feel strongly associated with death. It was not so when he was with Sano. On the contrary, Saitou felt alive again, because Sano represented a kind of freshness that Saitou had forgotten a long time ago.

“Sanosuke, try to understand the advantages in this separation. It will give us time to think. A man cannot think clearly when preoccupied with lust.”

Sano’s pride kept him from pleading with Saitou to stay, or at least, beg Saitou to take him along.

“Good night Sanosuke,” Saitou said. He turned his back on Sano again, and walked up to the house, and finally, out of Sano’s sight.

“Damn you, Saitou!” Sano miffed out the words even though Sano knew that Saitou couldn’t hear him. Sano turned and left the garden.
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