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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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“Why are you asking me to do this?” Mochi Hana asked Cho. She didn’t know what it was that Cho was trying to accomplish with his request. She did not understand why he would even bother to ask her to do something totally out of her nature.

“Because, Mochi Hana, I believe that you want something better for yourself, ain’t I right? Not that being brought up in the tribal mountains is a bad thing. I’m trying to help you see that Japan is changing quickly; it isn’t like the old days. Hell, I know it sounds crazy, but the days of ninja and samurais are fast becoming history.” Cho fought the temptation to become frustrated as he tried to persuade Mochi Hana to abandon her mission of retribution. “The fact is—none of us need to be hateful anymore. We don’t have to take a life for a life. We can all stop the madness that will eventually turn people into folks like your brother.”

Mochi Hana sighed heavily. Her shoulders drooped displaying the hopelessness of Horie’s chosen pathway for himself. It burdened her heart, to no end, to have their unexpected reunion take place between she and her brother, only to discover how unimaginably changed he had become. He turned out to be far from, or even slightly resembling, her cherished brother whom she once knew. The recollection of pleasant frolics with him in open fields, and the endless events of laughing hysterically at his merry and mischievous antics, were definitely all in the past.

“I am just beginning to see it all so clearly,” Mochi Hana spoke softly, weakly. “I was doing just fine—we were, Noboru-chan and I. We enjoyed a simple life, though it was on the opposite side of the law, but we both were aware of the penalty if we should have gotten caught.” She looked up into Cho’s warm, concerned eyes through her tears that welled like trapped dew upon a delicate flower. “It was not until our involvement with Hisomu-san that things began to change. It all happened so quickly. One day we were celebrating a reunion between my brother and I, and the next day, it was as though that very reunion caused my Noboru-chan to be with me, no longer.”

Cho took a closer step toward Mochi Hana and placed his hands on her shoulders. He cleared his throat to steady his voice, for the little ninja lady had gotten to him, touched him in the way that moved his emotions. “Listen purty lady. It's your choice to end it all here, and now. There is a way for you to leave the insanity behind, but you have to be willing to leave your brother behind, along with the whole mess of thangs that went on since you hooked up with him.”

“I’m afraid that my brother, as I remembered him, and I, parted many years ago, when we were still children. This man, Horie Hisomu, I do not know.”

Cho nodded, shook Mochi Hana by her shoulders once sternly. With hope in his voice, dashed with the emotional excitement over what the ninja woman had just told him, he said, “Your brother and I saw a man that had been slain, dead in the streets. The dead man resembled the one who was said to have killed your Noboru-kun.” Cho leaned closer to Mochi Hana and stared directly into her eyes. “Please, for the love of sunrises, take credit for that slaying, and claim the dead man as your trophy.”

What are you saying? " Mochi Hana asked, rather stunned at Cho’s suggestion.

“I’m saying that, if you do this you will be free to live another life. A life apart from what your purty little self is stuck livin' in now. Trust me little lady, I’m offering you a way out. All you have to do is claim the man’s death as the fulfillment of your retribution.” Cho squeezed Mochi Hana’s shoulders under his firm grip and pleaded. “Please.”

“But what if the true slayer should be discovered?” Mochi Hana questioned.

Cho released the woman’s shoulders and quickly walked over to the doorway to checked if anyone was close by. When he confirmed that no one could overhear them, Cho turned toward the ninja lady again. “Trust me Mochi Hana. I’ll bite the dust upside-down before the true slayer of your man be made public.”

For a moment, Mochi Hana stood there in thought. She was exhausted from the many sleepless nights since her man was taken from her. She certainly did not want to carry on living her entire life seeking revenge, for what she believed will never change the fact that Serizawa was gone. Deep down, Mochi Hana knew that living their lives unlawfully, would eventually lead up to either incarceration, or death. No, Mochi Hana didn’t blame any individual for that, for it was by their choice that her man had perished wastefully.

“Alright,” Mochi Hana nodded. “I will trust you, and I will claim the stranger’s death as my own retribution, but what then?”

“Then you just hold onto that fact, purty lady and let this awesome Kyoto man do the rest,” said Cho as he pointed his thumb against his chest with a wink. “In the end, in the very end of this insanity, Horie will get what he deserves, and you purty ladies will be livin’ the way you should have been livin’ your lives from the very beginning!”

Cho quickly placed his index finger to his lips to cue Mochi Hana to be quiet. Someone was approaching the room.

“Well, do wonders and paradise ever cease?” Cho blurted as he relaxed and set his closed fists upon his hips. “I’m surrounded once again, by irresistible ladies!”

Ichie and I heard murmuring on this side of the building. We didn’t know you two were back at the compound,” Mitsu said as she and her sister entered the room.

Mochi Hana greeted the ladies in her usual manner and said, “Cho and I just arrived. My brother will be here later, after he attends to the usual collection business.”

Cho and Mochi Hana looked at one another and in that instant, they knew what had to be done. They both nodded at one another as though in agreement to let the curious women in on their conversation.

“Ladies, allow me to clue you in on what Mochi Hana and I were discussing…” Cho announced rather suddenly.

Mitsu and Ichie looked at each other, and then at Cho, obviously curious as to what the charming Kyoto man was about to tell them.

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By the time Saitou reached the Kamiya Dojo the rain was coming down in droves. He certainly had a lot on his mind after what he and Tokio discussed, but he was still eager to see if all was well with Sano. The rain pelted his uniform as he trotted from the dojo’s gate to the overhang of the dormitory for cover. Everything seemed to be quiet at the compound, nothing felt unusual, or suspicious, which was a good sign.

Perhaps, after the evening meal would be a good time to speak with Sano about the conversation he had with Tokio, Saitou thought. After all, he hardly took any time earlier to say anything to Sano, for he didn’t know the reason then, for Tokio’s summons.

At the entrance to Sano’s room Saitou hesitated before he entered in. He slipped his topcoat off and gave it a good shake. He was looking forward to a hot bath and thought again, that it would probably be an even better time to have a talk with Sano. Noticing the candlelight flickering in the corner of the room as he slid the door open, it took a moment for Saitou’s eyes to adjust, for it had gotten fairly dark outside and the shadows were more prominent indoors. He leaned over and hung his overcoat on the rack near the door for it to dry. He smiled a little when he turned and saw that his lover was fast asleep on the futon on the opposite side of the room. With shoes removed and neatly set at their assigned positions, Saitou made his way over to Sano and quietly sat beside him.

Sano stirred a little from his drunken sleep, his eyes barely able to focus, the glance was good enough to realize that Saitou had returned. “You are back,” he mumbled softly, still feeling the affects of the sake he and Katsu consumed earlier that day.

“Hmn,” Saitou replied, his stare still resting on Sano’s peaceful, resting form on the futon. The sight of his mate was enough to sooth the tension in his shoulders from his, rather stressful visit with Tokio. "I have returned."

“I got confused, ‘cause you just up-and-left to be with her again,” Sano said. His tone was drenched with uncertainty.

“Which caused you to do what, and with whom?” Saitou asked calmly as he realized, right then, that Sano was far from being sober minded.

“Fuck you,” Sano barked and turned so that his back was at-face to the wolf.

“Ahou, do you not already know that your actions speak louder than words?”

Saitou stood to his feet, walked over to his overcoat and snatched it in hand.

Sano shot up and seated himself erectly atop the futon. “Where you going?” Sano asked in a panic.

Saitou stopped, only for a moment and shot a glaring stare at Sano. Without a word, Saitou exited out into the pouring rain and headed toward the main house. Actually Saitou didn’t expect Sano to behave any other way, except how the young man had always reacted to situations. Saitou had long ago accepted the fact that Sano was housing a rather wild spirit, a spirit that more than likely gave Sano reason to overreact to Saitou’s urgent leave in a rebellious manner. Saitou more, or less predicted Sano's behavior during his absence, even before he had taken leave to attend to Tokio’s summon. Nevertheless, at the time, the wolf was concerned about his sons, and according to Tokio, they needed him.

On his way to the main house Saitou noticed light flickering from Kenshin’s room at the other dormitory wing. He thought it best to let Kenshin know that he had returned from his errand and would resume guard over Sano. Being that no shelter blocked the weather between the two dormitory buildings, Saitou pulled his overcoat above his head and made a dash to the other side, shook the rain off and was about to announce himself at Kenshin’s door, but instead, he couldn’t stop himself from snickering at the conversation he overheard from within.

“Mmmm yes, it was difficult to hold my thoughts at bay knowing you needed this,” Aoshi said, his voice thick with desire.

Kenshin’s tone was also heavy with lust as he cooed out his words to Aoshi. “I have to admit that today, the minutes seemed like hours. Yes, it did.”

Saitou took control of his urge to snicker, and then he tapped on Kenshin’s door nonetheless. “Himura-kun,” Saitou called out.

Silence.

Saitou proceeded with his message. “Himura-kun, I have returned and will resume watch over Sanosuke.” He hesitated for a moment and listened.

Sounds of rustling was evident behind the door before it slowly slid sideways, just enough for Saitou to notice Kenshin’s bare torso and the heated glow that covered the swordsman’s cheek as though he just stepped out of a hot bath.

“Was the situation with Tokio serious? Is she well—the children?” Kenshin asked with genuine concern.

“Thank you for the regard, but there is no need to concern yourself. Everything was favorably well,” Saitou responded. “No issues with Sanosuke?” He asked in return.

“None at all. Everything was quiet all afternoon. He and Katsu kept occupied at the dojo, maybe a little too much sake, but no problems whatsoever.”

“I see,” Saitou said quite smugly. “Again, thank you.” Saitou turned to leave, but then he quickly added, “Give my regards to Aoshi-kun,” he snickered and continued on his route to the main house.

Back in Sano’s room, the ex-fighter-for-hire groggily cussed under his breath as he fumbled in the candlelight searching for his clothes. “That bastard,” he muttered. “He’s probably assuming the worst.” He stuck his leg through his gi, but then lost his balance. “God damn it! Shit!”

He struggled, as if wrestling with an unseen spirit while on his back, his legs kicking at the fabric that flapped frantically in the air above him as he tried to insert his legs into the pant holes. His head still fuddled from the rice wine he ingested, he surrendered the task of dressing and settled on wrapping the loose fitting gi around his bottom like a sarong.

“Oh fuck!” Sano cried as he stepped out into the onslaught of foul weather. Ricocheting raindrops covered him instantly, splattering against earthly obstacles after their heavenly descent. If anything was to sober Sano up expeditiously, the shock of the chilling wind against his rain-drenched flesh accomplished the task. Sano continued to mouth obscenities along his way as he set out in search for his mate.

Barefooted and chilled to the bone, Sano hurriedly ran from one wing of the dormitory to the next, for like Saitou, he saw the candlelight flickering from Kenshin’s room.   However, unlike Saitou, Sano did not stop at Kenshin’s door to announce himself.   Instead the frantic young man forsook all forewarning of his untimely intrusion and barged into Kenshin’s room. He stumbled over what appeared to be, at first, a pile of laundry.

“What the fuck?” Sano complained straight after he recovered from falling face first against the tatami.

“That should have been our line,” said Aoshi as he tried to pull the bed covering over he and Kenshin with no real success. Sano’s full weight sprawled out on the top of it keeping Aoshi from accomplishing that from happening.

Sano rolled over and sat up. His nakedness exposed, for he lost his grip on his makeshift sarong during the fall, loosing it as he went down. Both Kenshin and Aoshi were reluctantly exposed as well, due to the fact that Sano got his foot caught in the bedcovers and ripped the bedding from the two sensually engaged men.

“Interesting indeed,” said Saitou as he stood at Kenshin’s dormitory’s threshold and observed the aftermath of the commotion he had heard over the pelting rain. The uproar issued Saitou to return to Kenshin’s room straightaway. “Here, I thought that an intruder, of a different sort, was to blame for the clamor.” Saitou leaned against the door frame, folded his arms across his chest, and inquired smugly, “Is this a private party, or can anyone attend?”

“Don’t be absurd,” Aoshi spoke out rather irritably. “If you did not bring a leash for your runaway, I will loan you a spare.”

Saitou’s eyes side-glanced Aoshi and at the same time he smirked and said, “No need to bother, I can plainly see that you have your own minion to rein.” Saitou didn’t try to mask his ogling and openly observed both Aoshi’s and Kenshin’s arousal that obviously refused to deflate, even after the surprising interruption. As a matter of fact, Saitou found the sight rather amusing and had a difficult time burying outwardly displaying so. He snickered at the scene.

“Sanosuke—come,” Saitou so ordered, turned from the amusing scene and walked back out into the rain.

“I don’t think Saitou is too happy with you at the moment, Sano,” Kenshin said as he reached over for his kimono to drape over Aoshi and he. “I think it is best for you to see if you can work this out. That I do.”

Sano lowered his head and shook it violently from side to side in his attempts to dislodge the remaining effects of the sake. He held his head in place with both hands for a moment, and then ran his fingers through his wet hair and agreed with Kenshin. “Yeah, you’re right. I fucked up again and I best go and try to salvage whatever’s left.” He wearily stood to his feet, looked at Aoshi and Kenshin and said meekly, “Sorry guys.”

Before Sano reached the door, Kenshin gained his attention. “Hey Sano…”

“Huh?” Sano turned and faced the men once more.

“Don’t forget this,” Kenshin tossed Sano’s gi trousers at him.

Sano snatched it from the air and nodded with an exhausted smile. “Thanks Kenshin.”

The rain lightened up quite a bit since the start of Saitou and Sano's upset. Only a drizzle sprinkled upon Sano’s shoulders as he made his way back to his dorm room. He had actually given up on seeking to make amends with Saitou that evening and instead, planned to give in to the sleep that he desperately needed. He approached his room and realized that in his haste to find Saitou, he had left the door wide open.

“Kenshin will kill me tomorrow,” Sano let the words slip to meet no real purpose. He thought about the wind blowing against the face of his room since he had set out to look for Saitou. More than likely, the rain soaked the tatami floor that Kenshin installed for him just a few months ago. He cringed at the very thought. “Shit, why can’t I think before I react?” He dreaded to find the flooring ruined, so he held his breath as he entered the room. He stopped in his tracts, mouth agape.

“We need to discuss a matter Sanosuke,” said Saitou.   The crumpled bed covers were straightened as well as the futon beneath it, and there was Saitou sitting upon it.

The air was obviously tensed between the men, which Sano tried hard not to acknowledge. He shook the surprised appearance off his face and pulled a fresh yukata over his dampened body. He had forgotten all about the condition of the tatami. He turned his concern over to the wolf and tried, with all his strength, to hold himself together, so not to play the part of a fool due to his panic.

“Uh, what about?” Sano asked as he tried desperately to act as though all was well between he and the wolf. The pounding throb of his heart seemed amplified between his ears as though a sumo wrestler was stomping just behind his eyes in his head. Surely the wolf couldn’t have found out about his escapade with Katsu earlier that day, could he? Sano was obviously struggling with the very thought of Saitou confronting him about Katsu. However, he managed to keep himself from exploding and remained calm. At least calm enough to keep Saitou from assuming the worst.

“Shut the door behind you, and then come over here. I will tell you about it.”

Not wanting to give Saitou a reason to start on an irritated note, Sano quickly slid the door shut and sat next to Saitou.

“I hope this won’t take long, because my fucking head hurts.”

Saitou frowned at Sano’s comment, but saw through the young man’s tough facade. Sano was actually soft and caring underneath, though dimwitted and impulsive on occasion.

When Sano saw that he was running the risk of annoying Saitou, he quickly settled and hastily changed his tone. “You’re not pissed off, or anything like that, are you?” Sano asked trying to steady his voice.

Saitou looked coldly into Sano’s eyes, which sliced right through the young man. “Could there be a reason behind your question?”

“Shit Saitou, cut it out already. Why do you always have to turn the conversation around like that? All I did was ask a simple question and you turn into a fucking police inspector on me.”

“My sons,” Saitou sternly announced, which stopped Sano from going on with his rant.

“Your sons?”

“Hmn, Saitou said with a nod. “Tokio spoke to me today about my sons. It seems that they are getting old enough to notice that I am not with them.”

Sano swallowed hard, the sound that his throat made was audible enough to signal Saitou of his discomfort.  Sano was sure of it.

“Tokio has asked me to consider trying again,” Saitou said without hesitation.

“Holy shit…” There was no way Sano had enough self-control to keep his emotions from erupting like an intractable flood that never before touched the face of a dam. It seemed to cover Sano, choked the words completely into unspeakable utterances as he sat there with his mouth wide open.

Saitou went on and said, “I have not given thought over to her request. However, I have thought about discussing the matter with you before deciding on what to do next.” Saitou checked on Sano’s countenance and knew that the matter had to be dealt with right then and there, or at least until he and Sano was in agreement over the situation. “I have never considered anyone but myself when confronted with having to make decisions, but I want you to know that I am considering you.”

“I guess that is as close as you’ll ever get to telling me that you have feelings for me, huh?” Sano voice trembled as he spoke forth his question. It all seemed as though he had fallen asleep earlier and he was presently trapped in a terrible nightmare. “I guess your sons are important to you.”

After that much had been said, the two remained silent, for what seemed like hours, but in actuality only moments passed. It wouldn’t have been surprising if a ton of thoughts passed through their minds as they, were for the first time, faced with such an obstacle. All the events that happened to them prior to that point in time seemed like an inch-wide stream-trickle, compared to the adumbrate flood that loomed ahead of them.

Sano felt very uneasy, for he looked over at Saitou and realized, probably for the first time since he’d known the wolf, that this new challenge he was confronted with couldn’t be dealt with easily. Sano sensed turmoil within Saitou. The way his mate's head tilted to the side, the branded concern carried upon the brow, both were unmistakable signs that Saitou was indeed struggling.

“I know this is no walk in the park for you Saitou, but if you want me to bail out of your life to make it easier on you to go back to Tokio, just say the word,” offered Sano. He didn’t quite believe he actually said that and meant it. “I know when I’m licked,” Sano went on to say, “I know that I can’t compete with what Tokio is asking, offering you your sons like that.” Sano sighed with sloping shoulders that cried out defeat. "Shit, I don’t have anything to offer you that can top that.”

“Sanosuke,” said Saitou as he put his hand upon the young man’s shoulder. “Why must every thing appear to you as a competition? I do not view my situation with Tokio and my boys as your opposing competitors. My boys need their father and Tokio needs…”

“A lover?” Sano cut into Saitou’s words abruptly.

“Ahhh, I see,” said Saitou. "Is Tokio the trigger of your competitive nature in this situation?”

Sano shrugged and said, “It isn't the boys, Saitou. I know what it is like not to have a father. It is just that..." Sano hesitated briefly to clear the wobble in his throat, "...I don’t want to lose you Saitou. Not again. I found you alive, and you were willing to share your life with me, but now your relationship with Tokio threatens to take that all away.”

Saitou recognized Sano’s concern, but felt helpless to comfort his mate. He was sure that nothing he could say would ease the panic Sano was obviously experiencing. Saitou simply leaned toward his mate and centered his lips over Sano’s just barely touching it. He held still for a moment.

There was no resisting his lover’s desire to be kissed. Saitou’s unique scent, the course of this breath warmly caressing the surface of his lips, the familiar taste the wolf’s mouth just before his lips, was all too alluring. Sano eased his eyelids over his almond-shaped orbs and surrendered.

“Mmmm,” Saitou purred as the tip of his tongue snaked between his mate’s lips, past the pearly whites and was met by Sano’s warm, fleshly tantalizer. Sano was as delicious as ever for Saitou, pulling him onward to want more from the young man. Saitou fought with the immediate desire to force Sano to the floor and hastily take from his mate what he knew would ease the tensions of his mind, but he also knew that it would only relieve the stresses for as long as his physical indulgence occupied him. He decided against it. Instead, he positioned himself closer to Sano and in his arms, held his lover closer, as though a lot was riding on that very kiss.

Sano felt himself melt and turn to jelly in Saitou’s arms. How would he survive not having the arms that made him feel so wonderful every time he was held, if it were to be taken from him? Surely he would be empty, lost, and his life would appear to be a barren wasteland, unfit to sustain life. Sano’s negative thoughts quickly dissipated when he gave into Saitou’s mouth upon his. His fears and concern were pushed aside. Instead, the warmth from the kiss had caused the rest of his body to ignite in a wild rush of fire that seem to kindle slowly at first, but no doubt, was soon to be a blustering furnace.

Saitou pushed Sano onto the futon and rested his weight upon his mate with care as his mouth continued to ravish in the exploration of his tongue inside his mate's mouth.   He hated the fact that what was going on in his personal life was causing difficulties between he and Sano. Saitou had become quite content in his relationship with Sano and they had come so far.

Sano held the wolf against his body as though he was afraid to let go. He received Saitou’s kiss and yearned for more of what the wolf desired from him. Yes, the concern of losing Saitou again was almost paralyzing, but when Sano surrendered himself there was nothing that had the power to stop it from happening.

“Sanosuke,” whispered Saitou into his lover’s ear.

Sano arched his back as Saitou’s wet lips spoke hotly against the side of his neck. “Hmmm? Sano replied.

“If I were to leave you, I would have to leave myself,” Saitou whispered and continued to kiss Sano’s neck taking the liberty to nip his mate’s skin between his teeth.

Sano’s lips parted and released a rather deep sigh. He ran his tongue over his lips and said in return, “If I should ever loose you again, I’ll loose myself.”

There weren’t any other words to be said other than that. Both of them knew in their hearts that their feelings would remain unbroken between the two. There was no need to try to convince the other, for they both knew they would survive whatever they needed to.

Saitou shifted his weight from Sano, just enough to allow him access between the young man’s legs. He parted the thin yukata that Sano had loosely covered his nakedness with after being drenched in the rain. His hand refusing to dally, slid between the insides of Sano’s admirably shaped thighs.

Sano gasped and immediately bent his left leg at the knee, bringing the back of his heel closer to the bottom of his buttock. He dropped his knee outward and away from Saitou’s hand to allow the wolf better access. When he felt Saitou’s tongue entering his mouth again for another soulful, oral encounter, Sano let out a yearning groan. It was his way of asking Saitou not to stop. Not to ever stop their intimate giving and taking of what was theirs to have.

Saitou paused and removed his weight from Sano, only long enough to remove his garment. The rain also drenched his uniform; his undershirt clung to his skin and outlined his muscles beneath. “I want to take you Sanosuke Sagara,” said Saitou in a low sensual tone. He raked the rain-doused strands of hair away from his face as he drank the sight of Sano’s form with pleasure.

“I want you to have me,” Sano said the same time his breath was pulled from him at the thought that Saitou was about delight himself in him.

There was his mate, lying before him so willing, so ready to fulfill his every desire and his every need. After Saitou removed the last piece of clothing and tossed it onto a pile beside them he took up his organ between his fingers and lightly handled himself.   He wanted nothing more than to ravage Sano, but instead he released his imponderous touch upon his cock and sat beside his mate.

“Let us first get on the same track before we indulge in play,” Saitou suggested. "Let us discuss the the pressing matter."

Sano fell silent. Possibly due to shock and disbelief that Saitou would even propose doing anything other than what his complete physical essence craved at the moment. Truly, if it weren’t for overstepping his boundaries along with Katsu earlier, Saitou certainly would be asking the impossible from him. Instead of squawking, Sano did what was uncommon for him to do.

“Yeah, well I know this matter is important to you,” Sano said while he tried to steady himself after sitting up. Although Sano was no longer intoxicated, he still felt a little oozy. Perhaps that was a good thing, for along with feeling less than spirited, the queasy feeling quenched the desire to find himself in a heated discussion.

Saitou much rather preferred making love to Sano, but instead, he set in motion the matter for discussion. He sighed, reached over and outlined the outline of Sano’s face with his index finger. "Let us begin," he said.
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