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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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“It will be a cold day in hell if I go back to Kyoto without seeing Kaoru-san!” Misao shouted out loud upon entering the Kamiya Dojo. She looked around the compound and there didn’t seem to be anyone around to ask were Kaoru could be found. She walked a little further, past the dormitories. When she realized she came faced to face with the main house, she called out.

“Kaoru-san? Himura? Is anyone here?”

Behind closed doors on the east side of the main house Kenshin stirred from a deep slumber in Kaoru’s room. He immediately looked to the side of him, expecting to see Kaoru still lying beside him, but she was not in the room. Bewildered as to his own insensitivity of not detecting Kaoru’s movements when she obviously got up and left earlier, he sat there for a few seconds until the details of the evening before took light upon his memory.

“Oro?” Kenshin quickly jumped to his feet, dressed just as quickly in his kimono and made his way to the main house entry where Misao stood calling.

“Miss Misao! Where’s Aoshi? Have you spoken with him?” Kenshin asked, still shaking the sleep from his head.

Misao’s obvious frown on her brows and pout worn on her mouth was a good indication that her meeting with Aoshi didn’t go as smoothly as she may have wanted it to. She replied, the tone of her voice laced with frustration. “Yes, I saw Aoshi-sama last night and we did spend a little time talking. He is expecting me to return to Kyoto immediately, but I won’t leave until I have my visit with Kaoru-san!”

Kenshin didn’t expect anything less from Misao. She was a stubborn girl ever since he’d gotten to know her. As a matter of fact, if it weren’t for her mule-sense, Aoshi would probably still be living the life of carnage he had chosen for himself after his band was murdered before his eyes.

“I am not sure were Miss Kaoru is at the moment, but she hadn’t planned on going into town today. She could be on the compound doing some chore, as I should be doing. Please, come in and have some tea and wait for her here in the gathering room,” Kenshin gestured toward the entry to the main room of the house.

“Let me prepare the ocha, you shouldn’t be doing so for me. It’ll keep me occupied until Kaoru-san returns,” suggested Misao then realizing that she didn’t want to remain idle and have the conversation she had with Aoshi the night before cloud her mind.

“Whatever you wish, Miss Misao. The kitchen is that way,” Kenshin pointed. “I’ll go and dress, then check the compound if Kaoru isn’t back by then.”

“Just ignore me Himura and go about your daily routine. It’ll make me feel better, like I’m not imposing if you do so,” Misao said, sounding like it was an order instead of a suggestion. “By the way,” she added, “where do you keep the tea?”

Kenshin smiled widely wearing his signature arched-silted eyes. He chuckled, “Come, I’ll show you before I go.”

Misao fondly remembers the main house from her last visit and noticed the new alcove as they passed the room on their way to the kitchen. She stopped and peeked in. “Very nice! Did you do this, Himura?”

“Hmn,” Kenshin nodded. "Sanosuke helped."

“Hey! How is that crazy RoosterHead doing, anyway?”

“I’m not sure,” Kenshin replied. “He and Fujita-sama went to Kyoto together and I think they returned to Tokyo yesterday.”

“Oh I see,” Misao’s frown returned to her face. “I met with Fujita thinking that Aoshi-sama would show up instead. Boy, was I set up for a disappointment. When I saw that old wolf standing there instead of Aoshi-sama, I lost my mind. How can I keep letting Aoshi-sama walk all over me time and time again?” Misao let out a big sigh as the tears welled in her eyes.

“There, there, Miss Misao,” Kenshin tried to comfort her by the calming tone of his voice. “Aoshi’s been through a lot and perhaps he isn’t quite ready to settle down yet.”

“Yeah? Tell me about it Himura!” She said. “Our whole conversation centered around that fact."

Sparking a little curiosity within Kenshin, he couldn’t resist asking for more details. “Oh? Have the two of you come to a conclusion?” The moment the question slipped pass Kenshin’s lips, he wished he could have taken it back. Kenshin truly didn’t want to know what was going on between Aoshi and Misao. To know so, might mean emotional strain for him. It was one of the very things he tried hard to avoid. Ever since he allowed Aoshi in his life intimately, Kenshin seldom found quiet, non-emotional moments to himself.

Misao took a deep breath and without hesitation, she revealed the outcome of Aoshi and her discussion for their future. “To make a long story short, I agreed with him to have his child. We started the venture together last night for the first time.”

“Misao,” Kenshin called out in shock, not really knowing what else to say. “Misao, you are fine with that?”

“I don’t have much choice, Himura. You see, I know what…” Misao paused, not knowing how to phrase what it was she wanted to say without having Aoshi seem less than what he truly was to her. Indeed, Aoshi was everything to Misao. “…I’ve known Aoshi-sama ever since my parents died when I was very little and even though he is strong and brave, his taste for companionship is different. Much different than what I could ever offer him.”

Kenshin knew what Misao was referring to. After all, it was Kenshin who reminded that neither he, nor Aoshi were capable to sire heirs to their names without the women. Although Kenshin was relieved that Aoshi realized the importance of preparing a way for his name to live on, he did feel the sudden impact of reality of the situation and circumstances the four of them were caught in. Everything seemed so complicated, yet necessary.

“Here,” Kenshin handed her the compact bin that contained the tea mixture. “Everything else you may need is right there,” Kenshin nodded toward the shelf against the wall next to the fire and cooking area. “I’ll go and see if I can find Miss Kaoru and let her know that you are here.”

“Thanks Himura,” Misao said as she tossed Kenshin a quick wave.

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

Most everyone in the little village turned out for Mitsu and Ichie’s mother’s wake and again paid their respects at the village little temple for the cremation ceremony. Cho never left Mitsu’s side, and neither did Ichie. The three of them seemed inseparable. The more Cho spent time with the women, the more attached he seem to find himself toward both of them.

The carriage ride was a quiet one. Neither of the women spoke in the cab, while Cho seemed to be in definite thought in the driver’s seat. It would be ideal for everyone involved to have a quiet life in the little village. Humble lives, away from Tokyo, but yet, close to it for the convenience of trade.

It didn’t take long for them to round the bend that led up to Ichie’s little cottage-like home. The fields came into view first and it was when the house came into view that Cho’s heart skipped a beat. There in the rocky roadway, was none other than Horie’s transport. A couple of his bodyguards stood by the gate, which obviously meant that Horie was inside awaiting their arrival. Cho pulled up the carriage, took a deep breath and hopped off to let the women off.

“Cho-san!” Mitsu exclaimed her voice trembled.

“Yes, I know purty lady, reality comes knocking quickly, don’t it?

Ichie smiled nervously, but boldly stepped out and away from the carriage. “Well, it is about time I get acquainted with this, Horie-sama.” She didn’t bother waiting for the other two for support. In fact, it seemed like Ichie couldn’t get herself through the gate and into the house fast enough.

Cho signaled to one of the men at the gate and called out, “Hey, take care of this will you?” He motioned a signal to the man and pointed at the carriage. The man bowed and made himself useful, while Cho escorted Mitsu into the house.

“Ahhh,” Horie said the same time he exhaled a puff of smoke from his lungs. “I would recognize you anywhere, Ichie-san. Come, come, let me look at you.” Horie stood from his zabuton and placed his hand upon Ichie’s shoulder as she approached him. “You look just like Mitsu! The resemblance is remarkable!”

Ichie bowed and giggled and then bowed again. She didn’t quite know how to handle such a statement, but was taught by her mother that saying nothing when not sure what to say in the first place will probably save one from a lot of shame later. She completed her greeting bows and looked up with curious eyes at the man that took possession of her sister for so long.

Handsome, indeed! Horie was erect in stance like a noble and wore pride upon his shoulders. Ichie could not help herself but feel in awe with such a man. Never does one so elegant in stature pay visit to their humble village. This was a first for Ichie and she certainly was impressed.

“Mitsu-chan!” Horie’s eyes cruised passed Ichie and locked on to his woman as she entered the room with Cho.

“Hisomu-sama,” Mitsu responded in her usual sweet tone. It was a tone that was reserved for Horie, and he alone. She bowed and held her bow until Horie walked over to her and raised her chin with his finger to look into her eyes. “I see Cho has taken good care of you?”

“You better believe it sir!” Cho grinned from cheek to cheek. “It was nuttin’ at all, as a matter of fact, I think this boy is the grateful one to be lookin’ after two of Japan’s most beautiful!”

Horie chuckled at Cho’s humor. The young man often brought with him a relaxed atmosphere, one where Horie found himself at ease to partake of and forget about the pressures of the underworld for a time. Cho’s happy-go-lucky personality was more than entertaining. For Horie, it was medicinal.

Ichie was still in awe with the Horie man and stood off in the shadows absorbing every detail of the syndicate leader. She noticed strange butterfly like sensations in the middle of her abdomen and couldn’t make heads or tails of what was happening to her. How she envied her sister for being the one to have gone off with Horie. What if she was the one who was chosen to make the sacrifices? She thought. Surely she would handle Horie with a sterner hand.

“Come Mitsu,” Horie ordered, “sit with me and let us catch up. I’ve missed my lady.”

Mitsu replied with an obedient bow and sat beside Horie. Cho was beginning to regret the fact that Horie had decided to venture out to the little village when, after all, Cho had everything under control and took care of all the preparations for the wake and cremation. Ichie walked off to the kitchen, feeling a bit neglected at this point.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to get over all the mushy stuff,” Cho said. “I’ll go help Ichie in the kitchen with the ocha.”

“See if you can find some sake Cho,” Horie suggested.

“Ha! There are a few bottles left over from the wake. I’ll warm those up for you,” Cho said as he made his way to the back of the little cottage where the little kitchen was located.

“Hey!" Cho said as he entered the dark room. Let’s get some sunshine in here, shall we?” When he passed Ichie, he noticed that she’d been crying and instinctively reached out and took her into his capable arms. “There, there, little woman, it will take some time then all of this will blow over. In the meantime, feel free to use me as tissue.”

With that, Ichie giggled between her tears. "Cho, you are adorable! But I have cried all my tears for mama-san. These tears are for the unknown.”

Cho held on to Ichie’s shoulders and held her at arms length to look into her pretty eyes. “What do you mean, the unknown?”

Suddenly the tears well up in Ichie’s eyes once again and trickle down her cheeks. “Oh, Cho-san. I am afraid of what will happen now that mama-san is gone and Mitsu will be gone with Horie-sama soon. I am here alone now.” Ichie began to weep harder.

Again Cho took her up into his arms and held on tightly. “Please purty lady. There is no need to cry. Remember me? I’ll make sure you’re taken care of, you can count on me. I really don’t think that Horie had it on his agenda to leave you behind anyway.”

Ichie perked up quite quickly at Cho’s mentioning of the syndicate leader. “Do you think Horie-sama would take me in too?”

Cho chuckled to lighten the situation. “I don’t see any reason why he’d leave you behind. I have a feeling that if it weren’t for your mama-san, Horie would have taken you both the first time around. He’s just that kind of guy. I guess you could say that even though a person maybe rotten to the core, there’s still some good specks floatin’ around. If we look hard enough, we’re bound to see them eventually.”

Confident that Ichie was feeling better, for her tears had stopped flowing he suggested, “Let’s set the ocha out and I’ll get the sake warmed for Horie as well.”

“Hai,” Ichie said as she threw her arms around Cho’s shoulders and pulled him down to place a kiss on his cheek. Arigato Cho-san. I feel much better now.”

“Awww shucks,” Cho blushed, her little peck on his cheek made him feel like a giddy kid.

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“Sano… Hey, Sanosuke!” Katsu called out weakly to his friend who was apparently fast asleep next to him. He was curled up into a little ball, arms wrapped around his body to keep his body heat from escaping.

Sano flinched at his name being called. “Wah?" It took, but a few seconds for him to realize that his buddy was awake and speaking. “Katsu!” Sano immediately sat straight and shook the remaining sleep from his head. “Katsu! You’re awake! You had me worried buddy! How are you feeling?”

“Hell, I feel like I need more sleep. This has to be hell on earth!” Katsu replied still sounding rather weak.

“Do you remember what happened? Saitou and I found you on the side of the roadway, you looked dead. As a matter of fact, I thought you were dead and was really surprised to hear your breath. Then all last night I kept watching your breathing, thinking that it would stop. I was fucken scared!”

Katsu was indeed grateful that his friend happened along when he did. “I could always count on you, huh Sano?”

“Hell yeah!” Sano held out his fist as if to capitalize that fact. “I was doing a lot of thinking all night long. I know for a fact that you didn’t take opium on your own accord. So, what the shit is going on?”

“Damn…” Katsu said shaking his head as he recalled what happened to him yesterday. “I was in school, teaching the students about anatomy. You know, real basic stuff. After class was dismissed two people stayed behind. I thought they wanted to ask additional questions, since it was the first day of the semester.”

Sano noticed that Katsu was struggling a bit with the memory. “Hey, if it is too much right now, you don’t have to recall everything, not right this minute.”

“It’s okay Sano, I want to remember before it leaves my mind altogether,” Katsu said as he placed his hand upon his forehead.

“Well, just don’t over do. Saitou should be here to make a report, or whatever the hell he does in this kind of situation, so you’ll have to fill him in as well.

“OH!” Katsu said then, “I remember the guy’s name being Serizawa!” The other guy called out his name at one point… Serizawa-sama! He was the guy who told me to get the students interested in opium. If they had people from the school interested and using the drug, they would add us to their regular delivery route.”

The anger on Sano’s face shown like the sun on a cloudless day. “I don’t fucken believe there are still bullies like that!”

“In a nutshell, they tried to convince me to peddle the opium to my students. Of course I refused!” Katsu looked over to his friend. “That was when one of the guys forced opium on me. After that, I don’t remember anything until now.”

“Shit!” Sano now fuming said, “I don’t want this kind of shit going on! I’ve already lost a close friend to this god damn stuff, and I’m not about to lose another!”

Katsu reached over to his old friend and said, “You know Sano, if Saitou heard you talking like this, he’d tell you to calm down.”

“Yeah well, this fucken pisses me off!” Sano punched the zabuton with his closed fist. “I’m going to put an end to those bastards once an for all.”

“You better cool down, Sano. I don’t think these guys are small time.”

“All the more reason why they should be stopped.” Sano looked over at Katsu. “Besides, you have to rest the drug out of your system. I’ll be back before you wake the next time.”

“Wait a minute Sano. Tell me, you are not telling me you’re going to fix those guys?”

“Someone’s got to do it. I got the name. There shouldn’t be more than one Serizawa forcing people to take opium. I’ll find that bastard in no time.”

“Hold on Sano, I’m asking you to wait. At least wait until I’m ready to go with you!”

“You’ll be on the mend for awhile. That fucken thing is poison! You just stay right where the doctor wants you for now, and later when you're ready to leave, I’ll get a ride home for you.” Sano looked at the worried expression on his buddy’s face. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything stupid. I’m just going to kill some time, snoop around some and get some information.”

“Why can’t I take your word for that?” Katsu questioned shaking his head in doubt.

Sano leaned forward and whispered in Katsu’s ear, “Get some rest, otherwise you’ll be good for nothing. I’ll be back in no time.”

“Just don’t do anything stupid Sano,” Katsu said with his eyelids already shut, still groggy from the overdose.

Sano sat with Katsu until he was sure that his buddy was resting once again. Sano was absolutely at the end of himself and couldn’t, in his right mind, just sit there when there were people like Serizawa bulling his way around. Sano decided to make his break when he heard the first few confirmation snores Katsu let out as he slipped back into a deep, restful sleep.

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

Saitou snuck out the back of the police precinct, being very careful not to be spotted and blow his cover. He wove in and through the diverse street vendors until he reached his carriage, called out instructions to the driver and was on his way.

At first Saitou was surprised that Cho hadn’t gotten back from his trip yet, but when he learned about the circumstances, he understood the reason for the delay.

The wolf also learned while at the precinct about Aoshi’s residence relocation. The shinobi was staying in town, rather than the cushy Kamiya Dojo. He smirked at that and shook his head. Thinking upon Aoshi and Kenshin, he whispered, “baka”, under his breath. It will make it even more difficult to meet with the shinobi. From now on, Aoshi would have to come to him, which he didn’t mind really, but that shinobi had an uncanny way of showing up at the most uncomfortable moments. Yet, Saitou had a gut wrenching feeling that Aoshi actually planned out his appearances. Saitou frowned at that thought.

The carriage went on for a good long while, allowing the wolf to catch up on his thoughts. He was definitely in want for the carriage to move a lot faster, for at the next stop, he will get to see Sano. Yes, Saitou was a little spoiled having so much of Sano in Kyoto that he dared not think on life without the young man. As of this point in time, Saitou was totally sold on the fact of living the rest of his life with Sano. Such a thought had the wolf grinning and even chuckling under his breath.

Finally it was time to dismount the carriage and be reunite with his mate. The hospital seemed quiet for the late afternoon hour. Both doctors were in the examining room, so he made his way to Katsu’s room where he left both Katsu and Sano the night before.

“Hmmm,” Saitou hummed as he looked around the room only to find Katsu laying by himself.

“Oh, there you are,” Megumi said as she approached Saitou from behind. "I thought I recognized that carriage of yours."

“Miss Megumi,” Saitou turned to face her and bowed. “Could you be so kind to tell me how the young gentleman is doing?”

“Katsu-kun is doing fine. He was awake just a while ago when I did my rounds. He’s bouncing back just fine. He is strong.”

Saitou nodded and asked, “Will Sanosuke be back anytime soon?”

“He wasn’t here when I did my last check on Katsu-kun. It is okay to wake Katsu and ask him about that. Don’t worry; Katsu-kun is over the worst part of the overdose. It will not hurt him if his sleep is interrupted.”

“I see,” Saitou said. He walked over to the young man and knelt down beside him. What a pity, he thought. No one should be bullied into partaking poison. At least that was what the investigating police officer wrote down in his report after speaking with Dr. Gensai.

Sensing that he wasn’t alone in the room, Katsu opened his eyes. “Fujita-sama,” Katsu said weakly. “Sano…”

“Huh?” Saitou’s ears perked immediately at the mention of Sano’s name. “Do you know where that Ahou is?” Saitou asked.

“Sano went looking for Serizawa. They were the ones that forced the opium on me.”

Saitou’s eyes widened. He gritted his teeth to keep himself in check, but couldn’t resist to blurt out, “God damn it!”

“He left about an hour ago, I’m not sure where he’d go looking for the man. I don’t know anything about him myself,” Katsu said with worry in his eyes.

“Don’t you worry about Sanosuke,” Saitou reassured Sano’s obviously worried friend. "This is not the first time Sanosuke ventured out to do something stupid!” He looked over at Katsu’s frail body then at the young man’s handsome features framed by his long jet-black hair. Katsu was indeed; a beautiful man and Saitou didn’t have to wonder why his mate fell so quickly into intimacy with him.

“I’m not worried, sir,” Katsu softly said. "Not if I know that you’ll be covering him."

“Just concentrate of recovering. I hear you’re in need of a lot of rest. Leave Sanosuke to me,” Saitou patted Katsu’s shoulder and headed out toward the carriage.

“God damn it! Ahou!” Saitou huffed as he lit his cigarette. His mind raced in twenty different directions having to guess in which direction Sano headed. “Back to town!” Saitou shouted the instruction out to the driver and took a seat in the cab. His mind raced ahead of him as he tried to sense where Sano could have gone. The only thing Saitou could come up with was to locate Serizawa himself. To get to him before Sano got to him and then wait for the enviable. Saitou ran his fingers through his hair to smooth out the strands, which the wind through the open window blew into his face. “God damn it, Ahou!”

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

It seemed like to Sano, he combed the entire city, but still couldn’t get a glimpse of Serizawa. Who the hell was that cesspool? Sano thought. Maybe I’m doing this wrong. Maybe I need to look for opium instead. Yeah, that’s right. I’ll make it look like I want to get high, I’m sure the users can tell me where to find some.

Sano started pushing out the word, to street vendors and restaurant owners. Yes, Sano was on the prowl to find opium, and find it quickly. He didn’t stop, not even to eat. He couldn’t eat, not when the guy who is responsible for Katsu’s overdose was still out there doing similar things to innocent people. Sano entered an old hangout of his, back in the old days when he was known as Zanza, fighter for hire.

It was apparent that Sano hadn’t seen that part of his life in a long time. Most everyone there was doing opium, but the question still remained. Who is Serizawa and where can he get his hands on the bastard. Sano asked a few of his old acquaintances and learned where to look for the suppliers. He knew that it was only a matter of time until he’d run into Serizawa.

Sano set himself up at a little bridge in wait for the opium dealer to make his appearance. The sun had already set, but Sano’s determination kept him patient and steady as a hungry carnivore on the hunt. It was Katsu’s fragile frame that kept Sano determined. The state that his life long buddy was in when they found him on the roadside was enough to have Sano desire to put his life on the line.

When the night skies fully arrived a lone figure approached the bridge. He was hailed before reaching Sano who stood approximately three quarters the bridge’s length. He watched the figure talk quietly with the unknown figure. The conversation wasn’t at all lengthy but Sano observed them do an exchange and the visiting person disappeared into the shadows. Sano observed another unknown figure approach the man and another, as though clockwork. He stood his ground for a minute and then decided to move in and confirm his suspicions.

“Hey you,” Sano said in a tone more accusing than friendly.

The man chose to ignore Sano, simply because he wanted to agitate him.

Sano moved toward the man, cleared his throat and attempted to communicate again. “Hey, I’m talking to you.”

“You didn’t expect me to acknowledge such arrogance, did you?” The man didn’t respond to Sano’s presence, but kept staring over the bridge.

“Well, I would have addressed you properly if I knew your name. But as it stands, I’m looking for someone and thought that maybe you were that person.” Sano held his breath, hoping that the man would bite the bait.

“If you are not looking for Serizawa, Noboru, then I cannot help you.”

Right then, every nerve in Sano’s body stood on edge. He could not contain the anger without physically exploding. He had lost one of his closest friends to opium and almost lost another. Sano snapped.

“We can do without bastards like yourself,” Sano said under gritted teeth. He clinched his fists and shot one of his Zanza deadly blows aimed straight at Serizawa’s face. It missed causing Sano to chase his weight forward and take a new stance.

Serizawa laughed loudly. “I take it that you have a grudge against me?”

“It is scum like you who screw up innocent people’s lives!” Sano shouted.

“Scum, you say? And who are you to talk? Is it not by people’s own choice whether to take a drink, or not? Isn’t it up to the individual if one should take opium?” Serizawa raised his brow as if to speak down at Sano.

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That one statement sent a pure, fiery inferno of rage pulsing through the young man’s veins. Sano clenched his fists hard enough for the color to bleed away from his knuckles, while his brown eyes glimmered with a burning hatred. “Shut the fuck up!” he snarled, sending the nearly desperate, scornful roar echoing into the inky night skies. Blinded by fury, the brown-haired man lifted a shaking hand and immediately sent it flying directly toward his opponent’s face.

Serizawa simply smirked at Sano’s outburst, and casually sidestepped the oncoming punch. “Your anger is directed to the wrong man, the person you should be attacking is whoever chose to take the opium,” he taunted as he dodged an onslaught of attacks.

“Shut…” Sano grunted as yet another one of his reckless throws missed his target, “the fuck…” frustration took root within his distressed mind as his attacks continued to fly harmlessly past his target, “…UP!”

After a few more assaults, Serizawa caught the young man’s fist within his hand, and released a demonic chortle from the depths of his throat. “You came after me with a violent intention with this limited amount of skill?” He snorted, ruthlessly squeezing Sano’s hand nearly to the point of cracking his bone. “YOU are the idiotic fool!”

Sano let out a pain filled cry as pain seared through his arm. He quickly lifted his spare hand to send yet another blow toward the man’s face, but before he could even lift his arm, Serizawa’s own fist collided with the bridge of his nose, causing the young man to stagger blindly backward. However, Sano’s fist wasn’t released by the older man, and consequently kept him within an arm-length’s reach between the two.

The man let out a cold laugh as he pulled Sano toward him, and once again sent his fist flying toward the young man’s face. “This is what happens when you recklessly seek revenge, boy!” He barked as repeatedly sent violent blows toward his opponent. By the time he decided to allow Sano to fall to the floor, his knuckles were already beginning to drip with the crimson liquid of the young man’s blood.

Sano wiped his bleeding face with his hand, and glared up at Serizawa with his blurred vision. “You… You god damn, fucking, son-of-a-bitch,” he hissed, venom coating each of his blurted words. Pain coursed through both his battered face and shaking arms as he continued to wipe away the blood. Sano’s determination alone was enough to numb the complete agony that streaked through his lithe body.

Serizawa, in turn, stepped forward to tower over his presumptuous foe. Before Sano could react, he sent his foot toward the young man’s gut, which forced all the air out of Sano’s lungs.

The defeated combatant laid upon the wooden surface, crumpled into a fetal position as he fought to regain his breath. Squeaks of agony sounded through his throat as he clenched his jaw in a feeble attempt to ward away the immense pain. This fucking bastard is the one who drugged Katsu. I need to fight better than this! God damn it! He thought desperately as he struggled to open one half-lidded eye.

After a moment, a small sound reached his ears that caused his heart to skip a beat, and both eyes to widen in horrid recognition. The small sound that made his blood run cold, was that of the ring of a steel sword being pulled out of the confines of its sheath. Immediately, he forced himself to flip over on his backside and push his body feebly backward.

Towering over him was Serizawa with his wakizashi unsheathed, and poised to slice downward upon his head. “Good night, foolish boy.”
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