Jaded Kitsune..

The morning sun shone coldly upon the dojo, which was blanketed in a gentle snow, leaving it to appear empty, no laughter or shouting, or even fighting as there was often a decent dosage of. No peaceful redhead, or boisterous loudmouth fight merchant. Nowhere to be seen was the bossy sensei or the rebellious student. Merely silence… Until the door of the dojo slid open and a young woman of about 25 stepped carefully out onto the snow. Silky hair of ebony black fell to her shoulders, her entire body covered comfortably in a huge blanket as green eyes, the cunning and at times serene eyes of a kitsune glanced about in annoyance.

“They even took Yahiko..” she murmured softly as she paced to the porch where a flock of pigeons waited eagerly...she sighed and smiled fondly before crouching and tossing a handful of breadcrumbs. “Of course, let’s leave Megumi to watch after the dojo, she doesn’t like adventure or company or..” a sly, sneering voice interrupted her “I take it from your incessant complaining that the battosai isn’t here at the moment?”. With a sharp gasp she whirled to a 180 stop, alarmed birds shrieking and flying off in a panic and distorting her vision. When it cleared, her fearful suspicion came true. Leaning casually against a wall of the dojo was a talk man in blue officers uniform with slick black hair stood. A few strands of jet-black hair fell into malevolent golden eyes as his lips pulled into a scorning smirk and the man lifted a gloved hand to take a slow puff from his cigarette.

Startled emerald eyes glanced to the dojo as she warily began to step towards the door. A quiet laugh could be heard.. “Cowardly wench, I don’t find it necessary to hurt you” however, he then gave a sly grin, “That is, unless you don’t plan on inviting me in? It’s rather cold out here.” She narrowed her eyes, he didn’t look cold… he was merely toying with her, knowing her fear of him. Holding back an angry scowl she bit out the words she knew he wanted to hear “Would you like to join me for breakfast, Hajime?” he smiled slowly, amusedly “How very hospitable” he said before stepping inside as if he owned the place. Megumi rolled her eyes in exasperation and followed him.

“What do you want, Saitoh?”. He sat on a futon and watched her silently, brows narrowed “For breakfast, Kitsune, I would like this” He then held up a bag of noodles, before tossing it to her, she caught it and snarled. “I am NOT your pathetic little housewife and I’ll do nothing for you, certainly not until you tell me just WHAT it is you want with Ken-san." She regretted the words as soon as they slipped out as, with an annoyed look, he stood and strode purposefully towards her, long fingers firmly grasping her chin.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Kitsune." He murmured, leaning in so closely that their noses almost touched. "A woman such as yourself would do well not to command things that is none of her business… My business with the Battosai is mine, and mine alone, and another thing. No, you are not my housewife.. nor are you Himuras, though not for lack of trying, so I suggest you mind yourself around me, Understand?” Eyes wide and jade with fear she nodded stiffly. He smirked and removed his fingers from her chin with an arrogant little shove “Good, I’m going out, I would like the noodles when I return” He then stood and nodded before stepping out of the dojo and walking toward town and leaving Megumi standing there trembling and weak… and livid over the humiliation his words, all too true, had brought her. And on top of everything else, she came to the terrible realization that the bright flush in her cheeks wasn't simply embarrasment... it was arousal. She paused for a moment, making sure that there was no one about to witness, before she suddenly gave a muffled shriek. She threw the packet of noodles onto the ground and stomped on it viciously, "That son of a bitch!" She hissed through clenched teeth, emerald eyes aflame. "Who does he think he is?! I am NOT -stomp- Some -stomp- helpless..-STOMP- WOMAN!" With that she kicked the now crumbled packed of noodles out into the middle of the iced fountain and huffed, before taking a deep breath. Megumi looked about, as if startled by her own reaction, and smoothed her ebony hair, before turning and walking inside, closing the dojo with a very out-of-place composture.

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Saitoh strode silently through the town, glancing quietly at the people who pretended not to notice him, yet flinched as he strode by. The scene made him smile voraciously as he took a slow and deliberate drag from his cigarette. He had no real destination of where he was going, but needed to get out of that damned vixens presence. Now SHE was a fighter. A little bitch of a fighter to be sure, but one hell of a fighter nonetheless. He scowled at how the thought of how she could utilize that spirit in other ways did to his body. Pausing, Saitoh rubbed the simmering butt of the cigarette into a snowman made by some teenage boy and his woman, who was squealing something in the background that Saitoh couldn't care enough to pay attention to.. He was picturing what she would look like beneath that prim doctors clothing, his eyes lighting with fire. Oh, she would put up a scuff to keep it on, that's for sure.. Tokio had lost her spirit to fight. Saitoh scoffed as he thought of his 'timid' wife. She cried at the drop of a hat now that he had taken that damn boy back to his home. "Womans gone soft" He murmured and turned, making his way back to the Kamiya dojo with more than a little avaricious regret. He may be a killer.. he may be a complete ass and he sure as hell was stoic and full of contempt.. but he was not a rapist.. and from the way that vixen had scowled at him.. that would be the only way he would be able to hoist those prim little skirts up and do what he really wanted. His thoughts had gotten him into a particularly foul mood as he managed to stride to the dojo without silencing the damned kids that were playing and kicking in the snow.. And his bad mood only intensified as his eyes caught ahold of his last package of favorite noodles open and crumbled atop the ice. With a snarl he slung open the door " I expect my noodles ready, you pathetic woman!" He did not.. however expect the scene that greeted him upon his return....

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