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Tale of Lust	By : Akuma Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A/N:
Sorry, I didn�t realize I posted the same chapter twice. I always have problem
with AFF and reviews from this site almost always end in my spam folder so I
didn�t immediately realize�

Disclaimer:
Rurouni Kenshin and its
characters doesn�t belong to me.

The
Passion

They
rushed Soujiro to Shinomori�s
manor. The manor was mostly silent with Misao and Ogina in Tokyo
to visit Himura. Despite trusting his servants, Aoshi chose to tend to this matter himself. Aoshi brought Soujiro to his
chamber and placed him on his futon. He caressed the boy�s sweat-soaked bangs
softly, hoping to get some reaction.

�I�ll
fetch the doctor.� Aoshi said, standing up.

�The
doctor can�t help him.� Saito said coldly.

�And
you think you could?� Aoshi asked, glaring at the older man standing by the door.

Saito
didn�t grant him an answer immediately. He knelt near the bedding to check Soujiro�s pulse again. When he had assured himself of the
boy�s condition, he caressed his cheek with an uncharacteristic gentleness.
�I�ve done all I could.�

�What
did you do? You only killed that man.� Aoshi said. He
received no more than a glare from Saito. He realized that he had done less
than Saito. He could only observe as Saito risk his life to defeat the mad
murderer who had kidnapped Soujiro. He couldn�t even
go to rescue Soujiro while the two were fighting,
entranced as he was by the combat. Guilt gnawed at Aoshi.
He wanted to do something for Soujiro.

Saito
looked at Aoshi coldly. �Jine�s
technique was to block his breathing. The only way to undo it was for Soujiro to break it himself, or to kill Jine.�

Aoshi frowned in displeasure. A soft moan from the futon
drew his attention from the growing banter. When he saw that Soujiro had awakened, he immediately knelt at the other
side of the bedding. Aoshi sighed softly in relief
when the boy�s eyes fluttered open. �How do you feel? Are you all right?� He
asked as soon as Soujiro seemed to have fully
awakened.

Soujiro nodded slowly and then tried to sit up. He smiled
softly when Aoshi helped him. �It�s all right. I already
feel much better, Shinomori-san.�

�Are
you sure?� Aoshi asked again.

Soujiro nodded more firmly now. �That man� did something.
He looked at me� and suddenly I couldn�t breath.� Soujiro paused to bow slightly to
both men. �Thank you for saving, Saito-san, Shinomori-san. I�ve given you so much trouble
today.�

�It�s
all right, Seta-kun. In fact I have to apologize for causing this.�

At
first Soujiro looked at Aoshi
blankly and then a light flush spread on his cheeks as he remembered what had
happened earlier that day. So many things had happened that he had almost
forgotten that. Indeed, this wouldn�t have happened if he hadn�t run from Shinomori�s residence and bumped into Saito. Shame filled
him as he recalled how he had reacted to Aoshi�s
touches earlier and how he had reacted nearly identically with Saito afterward.
He lowered his head in embarrassment. �I� ah, gomen��

Soujiro gasped softly in surprise when strong fingers
lifted his chin. Suddenly he was looking straight into piercing yellow eyes. �There�s
nothing to apologize for, bouya. We should. We both
have dragged you into this.�

Aoshi looked at the man across from him in covered
surprise. He hadn�t expected Saito to apologize. Though he hadn�t known the man
for very long, he had the impression that he was a very proud man. Saito
wouldn�t apologize easily to anyone and yet here he was, admitting his mistake
to the young man.

�There
is, however, a question you must answer.�

�Yes?�
Soujiro asked softly.

A
sudden predatory gleam entered Saito�s eyes to replace the cool understanding
he showed earlier. It wasn�t deadly like the one he had when he fought Jine. This time, it seemed to have a certain sexual
intention. Aoshi noticed slight shudder in Soujiro�s smaller frame and couldn�t deny that his body was
experiencing the same reaction. �Did you like what we did to you today?�

Soujiro spluttered at the question, confused and ashamed. Aoshi stared at the older man. Saito�s tactlessness
surprised him. Certainly, there were better ways to pose the question to the
boy. He must admit, though, that he was curious of the answer and Soujiro was not one for tactful prodding. Soujiro�s body had certainly responded well before but how
did he feel?

�Did
I repulse you?� Aoshi asked.

�Or
did I?� Saito asked again.

Questioned
by both men now, Soujiro was even more embarrassed. His
face heated up and he lowered it to hide the blush. What they did to him were indeed unfamiliar with him. He had never experienced
such sensation in his young life. There were thrill and pleasure, but along
with them was also embarrassment. They overwhelmed him in an unfamiliar manner,
confusing him, scaring him, putting him in light discomfort. Yet something in
him craved for more. �I� I� I don�t know.� He finally said, shaking his head
vigorously.

�Do
you not know or do you not remember?� Saito asked with
a smirk.

The
blush on Soujiro�s face was certainly fascinating but
didn�t answer the question. Aoshi found himself
overwhelmed by curiosity for the answer. �Should we remind you?�

His
boldness surprise even himself. Saito�s eyes flickered to him and after looking
at him for a moment, released his hold on Soujiro�s
chin. He smirked at Aoshi in challenge and Aoshi took it graciously. He placed a gentle hand on Soujiro�s cheek and turned the boy�s face to face him. He
allowed himself to smile slightly when he saw the helpless expression on Soujiro�s face. He leaned his face close to the Soujiro�s until he could feel Soujiro�s
soft exhalations on his lips. �Allow me.�

Soujiro gasped when Aoshi�s lips
touched his but he didn�t pull away. Aoshi pressed
closer and cupped the back of the boy�s head to deepen the kiss. He licked Soujiro�s bottom lip before delving his tongue into the
boy�s warm cavern. Aoshi kissed him tenderly at
first, trying to slowly bring back the memory to Soujiro,
running his tongue on Soujiro�s palate and the rows
of his teeth. After a while Soujiro moaned softly and
experimentally flicked his tongue against Aoshi�s and
passion won out. Aoshi started to kiss him lustfully,
sucking Soujiro�s tongue to draw it into his mouth. Aoshi pulled the boy onto his lap when the boy attempted to
kiss him back. The hardness poking his abdomen thrilled him further and he
broke the kiss briefly to gasp for breath before devouring Soujiro�s
mouth again. Soujiro made a small noise and clutched
his kimono top as passion consumed him.

Aoshi flicked his eyes open slightly when he felt an arm
snaked between his body and Soujiro�s. Yellow orbs
caught his blue ones as Saito leaned in to kiss Soujiro�s
shoulder, neck and then earlobe. �I take it that you like him.� He whispered to
Soujiro.

Hearing
this, Soujiro broke the kiss, much to Aoshi�s displeasure. So he contented himself kissing Soujiro�s jaw line and running his hand up and down on his
back. He waited anxiously for the answer, hoping for a confirmation. �I�� Soujiro started to answer. �Yes.�

Aoshi released a breath he didn�t know he was holding when
he heard the answer. To show his appreciation he licked and then bit Soujiro�s neck, causing the boy to cry out. He lowered his
hands to Soujiro�s hips and guided the boy to rock
his hips against his. Soujiro threw his head back and
moaned loudly as pleasure ripped through his body.

�Ah�
stop� please, stop� I�� Soujiro cried out again when
red hot pleasure ran through his inexperienced body. He had to clutch Aoshi�s shoulders tightly in order to control himself. But
he failed when Saito lifted his hand to unbutton his shirt, slipped his hand
inside and pinched a nipple. �Saito-san.� He gasped
out. Then Saito cupped his chin to turn his head slightly and kissed him.

The
awkward kiss was no less sensual than the kisses Soujiro
had shared with Aoshi earlier. It was clear from that
kiss that Saito had more experience in this than Aoshi.
He was practically eating Soujiro, not bothering to
hide his smoldering desire for the boy. Saliva ran down the side of Soujiro�s mouth as their tongues dueled passionately.

Soujiro was clearly on the losing side. He rocked his hips
harder onto the hard lump on Aoshi�s lap as he kissed
Saito. Aoshi�s kisses on his neck and Saito�s teasing
fingers on his chest brought his lust sky rocketing. His body tightened as he
neared his release and he moved more vigorously.

Suddenly
Saito broke their kiss and removed Soujiro from Aoshi�s lap to the bed. He pushed the boy to lay down there
with a smirk. Despite the kiss, he seemed almost completely unaffected except
for the bulge pressing against his dark trouser.

Nervousness
returned to Soujiro now that he wasn�t occupied by
the older men. His eyes flickered anxiously from one man to the other. They
were both smiling at him in a similar lustful way, making him slightly
uncomfortable. The thought of leaving never crossed his mind though. He knew he
was safe here, more so than if he were out there. Still, he was very nervous
with his mentors advancing towards him this way.

Aoshi came to him first, claiming his lips in a consuming
kiss. The man�s larger body covered Soujiro as he
slowly settled between Soujiro�s legs. Impatiently,
he nudged the boy�s legs further apart to allow him more space and access. Aoshi�s warm hands caressed his body and slowly undressed
him. Soujiro resisted at first but Aoshi�s kiss quickly distracted him from his embarrassment.

Before
he knew it, he laid bare in front of his mentors. This time, embarrassment
didn�t even dawn on Soujiro as Aoshi
trailed wet, suckling kisses down his face, his neck down to his chest and
abdomen. Soujiro�s hand flew to hold Aoshi�s head in place as his mouth closed over a nipple.
His cries and moans were quickly captured by Saito�s mouth. The man�s calloused
fingers ran down his body as they kissed. Soujiro
made a muffled mewling sound as Saito lightly tickled his thigh, making Saito
chuckled darkly.

�Shinomori.� He called out,
breaking the kiss to look into Aoshi�s lust-filled
eyes. They locked eyes for a moment, ignoring Soujiro�s
breathless whine. Saito said nothing as he slipped his hand down to Soujiro�s inner thigh and lifted it, yet the message was
clear to Aoshi who seemed surprise.

Still,
Aoshi wasn�t one to refuse such a delectable request.
Averting his gaze from Saito�s amber ones, he lowered himself until he was
facing Soujiro�s arousal. The slender length twitched
as his warm breath caressed it. Above him, Soujiro
called his name breathlessly but he ignored him for now.

�Ah,
Shinomori-san�� He called out again, out of eagerness
or embarrassment he wasn�t too sure. His voice rose into a sharp cry when a hot
moist cavern engulfed him. His hips bucked up in reflex and his eyes rolled as Aoshi took in more of him.

Aoshi wasn�t familiar with this but somehow knew what to
do. He started to move his head up and down, careful not to scrape his teeth on
the hard flesh and sucked lightly on the weeping tip. He winced slightly when Soujiro pulled his hair a little too hard but continued his
ministration. He fondled the boy�s tight balls, drawing keening moans from him.
Soujiro�s inexperience made him approach the edge
quite fast, his hips jerking faster into Aoshi�s
mouth, his precum flowing harder and his cries became
even more frequent. He paused when one of his hands was pulled from Soujiro�s hip. He glanced to the side to see a half naked
Saito handing him a small vial. He was stunned for a moment, his eyes raking
down Saito�s sculpted chest and abdomen. He had thought that the man was rather
thin but now he realized that his dark uniform was hiding his powerful body.
His eyes trailed down to Saito�s undone trouser and felt his manhood pulsed
under the cloth.

This
didn�t escape Saito�s observation, of course. The man smirked as he pushed his
trouser down his hips, revealing his manhood. �Don�t get distracted, Shinomori.�

Aoshi quickly averted his eyes, his cheeks slightly
burning. He released Soujiro�s burning length and sat
up to take off his kimono. He watched as Saito occupied a disappointed Soujiro with kisses and teasing strokes and hastened. Saito
glanced at him when he was finally nude. The man ran his eyes over Aoshi�s pale skin and unmarred body. His thin lips curved
into a smirk when Aoshi�s flushed under his stare. To
hide his embarrassment, Aoshi once again settled
between Soujiro�s spread legs, opened the vial and
coated his fingers with sweet smelling oil. Carefully he traced the quivering
ring of flesh between Soujiro�s twin globes. The boy
jerked away in surprise but Saito once again distracted him by stroking his
hardness. When he had relaxed marginally, Aoshi
started to slowly push the tip of his middle finger into Soujiro�s
tight heat. Once again Soujiro jerked away but Aoshi kept easing his finger in.

�Shi-Shinomori-san� what are you�� He gasped out, not
understanding the overwhelming sensation coursing through his body. It felt
weird to have something entering him but Saito�s hand on his arousal kept him
pleasantly distracted. �It felt-ah� weird��

�Relax, bouya.� Saito whispered
before claiming Soujiro�s lips in a heated kiss.

Aoshi continued to work his finger, moving it in and out
slowly until he felt Soujiro relaxed around the
single digit then he pushed his index finger. Soujiro
tensed around his fingers but Saito�s thumb on the weeping tip of his arousal
quickly reminded him of pleasure. Aoshi pushed his
fingers further, curving and spreading them to accommodate what was to come.
Suddenly Soujiro bucked his hips and cried out as Aoshi�s finger touched something inside him. The young man
was perplexed at first but quickly regained his control and stroked the same
spot again and again. Soujiro�s cries and moans were
getting louder and more often as he pushed his hips down onto Aoshi�s probing digits. He completely ignored the slight
pain that accompanied the entry of another finger, his only focus was on the
pleasure these men were giving him. He clutched Saito�s arm tightly as the man
moved his hand faster on his hard flesh. He tried to warn them but his mind
couldn�t make out the words. His eyes flew open and his back arched up as he
released his thick pearly liquid onto his stomach and Saito�s hand.

The
erotic sight nearly undid the men, but they had more control than Soujiro. Saito removed his hand to lick his finger clean of
Soujiro�s essence while staring hungrily at the
flushed and panting boy. �Do it now while he�s still relaxed.� He ordered with
his deep seductive voice without taking his eyes off from Soujiro.

Aoshi nodded, removed his fingers and leathered his painful
arousal with the oil. After Saito moved away, he settled between Soujiro�s legs and covered Soujiro�s
body with his own. Aoshi gazed lovingly at the
panting boy beneath him, brushed his lips against Soujiro�s
briefly and started to enter him slowly.

Soujiro gasped in shock as he was filled for the first
time. Because his body was still relaxed from his earlier orgasm, he barely
felt pain as Aoshi slid in. Still, he trembled when Aoshi was all the way inside him, his girth stretching him
to his limit, his heat overwhelming him. He dug his nails on Aoshi�s shoulder, gasping for breath. �Shinomori-san��

Aoshi buried his face on the crook between Soujiro�s neck and shoulder, inhaling the boy�s sweet
scent. The tight heat around him almost undid him instantly. He fought for
control but knew he wouldn�t last long. With a kiss on Soujiro�s
neck he withdrew slightly and slid back in. He established a slow pace that
didn�t last very long. Soon Soujiro was moaning and pushing
back to get him deeper, crossing his legs on Aoshi�s
back as leverage.

�Ah,
please� please�� Soujiro begged incoherently. His
eyes flew open when Aoshi hit something inside him
that sent pleasurable sparks all over his body. He was hard once more as Aoshi hit that spot repeatedly, faster and faster.

Aoshi kissed Soujiro�s face and
neck feverishly as he approached the edge. He gasped the boy�s name over and
over and moved faster, thrusting almost violently. The vice tightened around
him and Aoshi let himself go with one last thrust. He
groaned hoarsely to Soujiro�s shoulder as his hips
pumped the last of his seed into Soujiro�s willing
body. He panted harshly and fell on top of the boy,
his arms completely gave up after the mind-blowing orgasm. He glared weakly
when he heard Saito chuckled from somewhere on his side.

�Move.� The older man commanded him. He merely smirked when Aoshi obeyed him with another weak glare. He had been
watching them and wasn�t surprise when Aoshi couldn�t
finish Soujiro before spending himself,
he knew that it was the first time for both of them. He caressed Soujiro�s flushed face to gain his attention, the curve of
his lips soften when those glazed eyes turned to him. He bent down and kissed Soujiro slowly, denying him the pleasure for a little while
more. When he broke the kiss, Soujiro whined
pleadingly. �You think you could deal with me?� he taunted.

Soujiro bit his lip, his hand
longed to touch the hard flesh between his legs but knew it would displease the
men. He wanted that sensation again but this time while being filled. He never
knew how empty he was until Aoshi showed him the
pleasure from being filled that way. �Please, Saito-san� it hurts�� he begged.

Saito
pulled him into another passionate kiss that betray his slacking control and
gave his order. �Get on your hands and knees.�

Soujiro moaned and obeyed. Raising his ass in the air he
waited with anticipation. Still, nothing could prepare him for the quick, rough
thrust Saito gave. His body lurched forward as he cried out. Saito paused for a
brief second to enjoy the way Soujiro�s internal
muscle quivered in shock around him then immediately wrapped his long arms
around his torso as he gave quick thrusts that seemed to go deeper and deeper,
hitting the sweet spot every single the time.

�Is
this good enough?� Saito panted into Soujiro�s ear.

Soujiro was beyond words right now. He could only moan in
reply and push back against the satisfying thrusts. Pleasure continued to rip
through his body as Saito pound into him. The edge was coming closer so fast
but he wasn�t sure if he wanted this to end yet. Saito made the decision for
him. The man wrapped his hand on Soujiro�s painful
arousal and pulled it quickly in time with his thrusting. It didn�t take long
for Soujiro to release with a wordless shout onto
Saito�s hand and the futon beneath him. Soon, Saito gave a soft grunt and
tensed as Soujiro�s clenching muscle milked his
release.

Saito
had the consciousness to pull out and pull the boy from the mess they had made.
He made a soft satisfied hum when a red-faced Aoshi
cleaned Soujiro. The boy was already sleeping,
thoroughly exhausted from the experience. Saito wrapped his arms around Soujiro tighter and kissed his unresisting lips softly. He
lifted an eyebrow when he caught Aoshi staring at
them silently. Wordlessly, he tilted his head to the side, motioning Aoshi to lie on the other side of Soujiro.
Aoshi hesitated for a second but did just that. He
wrapped his long arm around Soujiro�s body and locked
eyes with Saito�s calm amber orbs. Seeing no malice there, he took a deep
breath, buried his face on Soujiro sweaty locks, and
slept.

*

The
next day Aoshi sent a letter to Shishio
informing him of his servant�s well being and requesting him to allow Soujiro to stay in his manor for a while to recover. Aoshi wouldn�t allow Soujiro to
leave his spacious room, still worried of his health as he was. He brought
everything Soujiro might need to the room, only
allowing Soujiro to leave to bathe with his
assistance.

Saito
had gone early in the morning to report about Jine.
He came back hours later looking satisfied but thoughtful. Soujiro
had inquired about this but Saito found the subject of what he might�ve been
doing with Aoshi while he was gone much more
interesting.

Much
to Soujiro�s embarrassment, he had come to enjoy and
even crave his mentors� attentions. Shame was slowly being pushed away every
time they touched him. He no longer feared the pain that would come, knowing it
would give way to heavenly pleasures. The knowledge to this thrilled his
mentors, making them bolder in the advances.

Sometimes
they would take turn with him. One would be finished with him only to be
replaced by the other over and over again until he could do nothing but
whimpered and begged for them to stop. They would kiss him in apology then,
lick away his tears, and touch him gently to bring him to yet another pinnacle
of pleasure.

Other
times they would take him together. Their rigid lengths would stretch him to
his very limit, moving in sinful harmony. He would gasp and moan and beg as
they compete to bring him pleasure. Their touches would make him forget the
pain and focus only on the pleasure. Because in the end, it was all about him
and bringing him pleasure.

�Nnnn�� Soujiro moaned softly
around Saito�s rigid length. The man caressed his damp hair as Soujiro gripped his hips tightly to keep from lurching
forward from the force of Aoshi�s powerful thrusts
behind him. His grip tightened when Aoshi stroke him
quickly to bring him to completion. Tears stung his eyes slightly; this was too
much, too much pain, too much pleasure! A quick flick of Aoshi�s
wrist and Soujiro came with a muffled shout. Feeling
the vibration along his manhood, Saito grunted above him and spilled his seed
into Soujiro�s mouth. Soujiro
eagerly drank it down, already used to the taste these past couple of days. A
few seconds later, he felt Aoshi tensed behind him as
he was filled with hot liquid.

Saito
was the first to withdraw; Aoshi was always the one
to linger. The Shinomori heir liked to take his time
to rain kisses and gentle caresses on his skin before disconnecting from him.
Saito on the other hand, was always quicker to move away though not in disgust
or anger but rather for Soujiro�s own comfort. He
gathered the boy into his arms once Aoshi had pulled
out. Gently he caressed Soujiro�s jaw to sooth the
aching muscle. Meanwhile Aoshi lay behind Soujiro, pressed their bodies close again as he caressed
his hips.

�Mmm�� Soujiro moaned softly,
thoroughly sated and relaxed. He ignored the pleasant soreness all over his
body as he was enveloped by familiar warmth of his two mentors. Soon he was
asleep, not even once stirring when the men moved away.

�I
planned to bring him back to Shishio-san�s house
tomorrow.� Aoshi told Saito as they had tea by the
window. He glanced back to the room, fondly gazing at Soujiro�s sleeping form. Regret seeping into him. He was
unwilling to let him leave but knew that he couldn�t keep him here for too
long. Secretly he wished Saito would stop him now that he had told him.

�That
is not a good idea.� Saito told him coldly. �It�s still too dangerous, now.�

Aoshi frowned. Hadn�t he killed the assassin the other day?
Much as he would love to keep Soujiro with him
longer, he knew it wasn�t very polite to make his stay under the pretense of
protection. While Shishio-san was obviously aware of
his attraction toward the boy, he could not parade his affection in front of
the older man. �Why?�

�Jine was a hired assassin. Someone else is behind this and
I doubt that he has given up after Jine was killed.�

�So
you mean to say that Shishio-san is still in danger?�
Aoshi said, surprised. He had known all along that
there was some kind of conspiracy behind the murder plot but had foolishly
thought that it ended with Jine�s thought. He had
overlooked the possibility that another assassin might be hired, jeopardizing Soujiro�s life once again. He should�ve realized that it
wouldn�t end so easily. Jine was merely a disposable
pawn, to completely secure Soujiro, they must defeat the entire army and take down the king.

�He,
along with everyone around him is. I think it�s wiser if he stayed here for
now.� Saito said, sipping his tea calmly as if they weren�t speaking of grave
matters.

�I
suppose so.� Aoshi agreed. �Have you discovered this
person?�

�I
might have.� Saito said with a slight smirk. Clearly he didn�t want to spoil
his plan to Aoshi. �I would have to leave early next
morning. I might not be back soon. Can I entrust Soujiro
to you?�

Aoshi frowned, annoyed that his ability and willingness to
protect Soujiro was doubted. �Of
course.�

Saito
nodded, not mocking for once. He glanced at the sleeping boy,
an expression of tenderness crossed his face. �He must not return to Shishio�s manor just yet. Take care of him.�

Stunned
by the solemn order, Aoshi could only nod. He
admitted that he had doubted Saito�s affection toward Soujiro,
thinking that he only wanted to take pleasure from his body. But apparently Aoshi had thought wrong, he had
missed Saito�s affection for Soujiro, rarely displayed
as it was. Saito cared for the boy as much as he did.

�I�ll
take care of Soujiro.�

Saito
turned to the younger man, assessing him. After a moment of
silence his lips quirked into a tiny smirk. �Good.� He said. For the
first time, Aoshi sensed only gratefulness from him.

*

Saito
entered the huge mansion without much difficulty. The enormous garden was
predictably littered with unskilled guardsmen. He had little difficulty
infiltrating them, drawing no suspicion in the process. He smirked darkly, perhaps he should consider telling their employer to
hire better guards, preferably those with at least an ounce of skill. Perhaps later, when that man was at the brink of death.

The
house was silent. Chou had informed him that the maids had mostly left soon
after dusk, when the guards started to pour in, leaving his target alone, a
perfect prey for the lone wolf. The broom head swordsman had told him that his
target would be in the ballroom, a thoughtful choice considering the size of
the room which would give said target some time to ask for help if his fear
came true. But Saito was beyond fear, he was sheer terror. Not an ounce of
concern even fleeted through him as he pushed the large double doors open,
letting them slam against the pale wall.

But
even a skilled swordsman such as he couldn�t help but feel a little of his
confidence slipping when he saw the Gatling gun poised readily to face him from
the centre of the room. Kanryu Takeda stood behind it
with a manic smile on his face, not unlike that of Jine�s,
looking victorious.

Saito
paused for a moment, thinking that this was the perfect opportunity to have a
drag of cigarette. But this wasn�t time for idle smoking, this was a battle,
this was war. As he settled into his familiar Gatotsu
stance, Soujiro�s face flashed in his mind and he
smiled briefly. A fraction of a second later, the seemingly endless sound of
shooting sounded around the mansion.

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