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| [15 Jul 2004|09:05pm] |
“It’s horrible.” He said, giving Saitou a smirk. But he had told Saitou he’d drink the stuff, so he was. There just wasn’t enough candy in the world to make up for the horridness of it. It was also a waste of the candy. “But if it makes me feel better, I’ll suffer through it” He suffered down more of the tea and then reached for the bag of candy, not really able to put off the desire for sweets any longer. “I’d love to go see a play. Do you think it’ll be ok, being out of bed?I don’t want to get sick again and make more work for Tokio…” In truth, he really just didn’t want to collapse in public like he had today. It was bad enough he’d been dragged to his bed by a woman; how embarrassing would it be to be seen in public like that? |
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| [15 Jul 2004|01:56am] |
He took the bag of candy and dug out a few of the softer pieces, little candies that had faces painted on them, and dropped them in to dissolve. He shrugged. "cant be any worse, at least..". As souji sipped the strange combination, saitou leaned over and kissed his cheek softly, causing the boy to pull the cup away from his lips and glance at saitou with larger eyes. Hajime smiled and licked the tea off his lips and thought. "not so bad with candy.." eh, souji made him act silly. He pulled away. "well, ive got to go back to work i suppose, when tokio returns.." |
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| [14 Jul 2004|10:45pm] |
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sanosuke huffed and waited around outside old saitos house while the others walked off. Talk of megumi coming over interested him. When she was finally all done he went running after her, noting saitos wife had tagged along. He smiled. <iLill escort you ladies</i>. Megumi gave him an eyeroll but he smiled all the same, asking about okita. her face got sad. man, what a mood killer. |
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| [14 Jul 2004|06:44pm] |
The women left but not before Saitou walked away from them. Well, at least that was constant... Saitou smiled when he sat down, declaring he would be fine. “Well, I knew there was nothing to worry about.” Okita said softly. “But what are you hiding? You have a shifty…shiftier look about you.” There was something about the way Saitou was playing with his clothes, an unease about him that made Souji curious and suspicious. |
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| [14 Jul 2004|01:30pm] |
Megumi's eyes averted to the side of the room. "for now.." she assured. They all stood silently for a moment before megumi went to her bag and pulled out a few things, instructing tokio on what to give him and when. She turned once to saitou, though they never got along, giving him a smile. "you need to keep him off his feet... maybe before he could walk more freely, but.. he cant now..it would.." saitou stopped her by walking off. He knew all of this. He instead returned to okita's side and sat down, offering a smile. "youre fine.." he murmured. "so next time dont go passing out over nothing, alright?" Tokio took her leave to walk megumi back home, and saitou pushed his fingers against the hem of his uniform jacket, not really sure what to say to souji, not really sure if he wanted to look at him. He played with a few loose strands of thread. |
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| [14 Jul 2004|07:25am] |
He woke, still weary and weak when Tokio returned with the doctor, both of the smiling. He sat up, mindful of Saitou beside him, not wanting to wake the man. He needed to rest. Lately he hadn’t been, and Okita felt guilty about that. His throat hurt, but he’d been coughing at fewer intervals and less violently than he had been earlier. He sighed, disliking doctors generally and had been avoiding them since Hijikata had started to fuss. Megumi examined him, looking quite serious and professional. None of her earlier playfulness from the drinking party. He didn’t like the crease in her forehead. |
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| [12 Jul 2004|06:47pm] |
Saitou took hold of a small bag of medicine from his pocket, opened it and dumped it into his tea, bringing it to okita's lips softly and smiling down at him. before long, he glanced towards the way of the front door, call it a sixth sense..in busted sano. He heard the others scold him on not knocking first, but he laughed it off and trooped in, saitous teeth gritted at the clunking, clumsy steps pounding down the hall to the room. He poked his face in, with made saitou laugh a little at the bandages,then the rest of the flock bleetingly moved in behind him. They all crowded in, kaoru running to okita's side and tending to him. Saitou didn't let her pull him away form his lap though, he kept a warm arm around him loosly. Sano peeked in closer, leaning over and tapping on okitas forehead. "you awake, huh?" he asked with a grin. Saitou rolled his eyes and brought the back of his hand smashing into sanos nose again. The kid cried out and fell over. "idiot.." |
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| [12 Jul 2004|07:17pm] |
Saitou’s voice woke him although he didn’t quite hear the man’s words. He did see Saitou lift a somewhat large bag of candy. He started laughing, mostly at the irony. The one time he wished the man was offering him that horrible, stupid medicine; it was candy. But he gave Saitou as much of a smile as he could manage. “Saitou-san is forever spoiling me.” He said softly, although hit hurt to talk and his voice was half gone. “We’ll eat it together when I feel better.” He said, closing his eyes, fighting to keep himself awake. The damp cloth on his forehead helped and he shook his head slightly, although it sent the world spinning around him. The tea burned down his throat bringing some welcome relief, although he half choked on the first few sips. “I’m already feeling better than I was.” He said, trying to be cheerful, not really answering the question regarding Megumi, but being considerate to Tokio who had been tending to him all morning. He managed to laugh a bit and smiled at Saitou. “Maybe I shouldn’t have argued with you about the medicine so much. It helps.” |
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| [11 Jul 2004|10:44pm] |
He wasn't at work long before Tokio was rushing into his office. He stood due to the way she rushed in, and tried to calm her down. She explained okita was very sick, and coughing blood. She blamed herself for not being there all morning to watch over him. Saitou bowed and kissed her cheek, thankful to have someone so attentive look after okita. He made leave, though he knew souji was ill like this often. He stopped at a candy store, though unsure of what candy okitasan liked, so he asked for a little of everything, and groaned at the pound of candy in this huge sack that he had to carry home. With tokio behind him, he walked into okitas room and smiled, not wanting to dwell on why he was here or that okita looked flushed and was barely moving. He sat and leaned against the wall soujis head was near. "I broke sano's nose last night.. and today I made him eat dirt.. you would have laughed.." he said, okitas eyelids weakly open as he watched him. "hey!" he said, lifting the pounds of candy above souji and setting it to his side. "just because you like it.." the humor in his voice died out, and he brushed a wet cloth over soujis forehead. He kept his heand there on soujis face. "would you like me to call megumichan?".. he asked softly. Tokio took to his other side, lifting his head and helping him drink more medicined-tea. She gave a sad look to hajime. |
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| [11 Jul 2004|11:47pm] |
He struggled, trying to breathe and trying to quiet the fit that was wracking his body. The sleeve of his kimono served as a handkerchief to catch the blood from his mouth. He eventually collapsed, eyes glazed over and single-mindedly sucking in breath as best he could, pain stabbing through his chest with each laboured breath. He eventually blacked out, waking again only when the sun had risen high into the sky. He’d slept much later than he normally did. Okita got up, fighting vertigo as he frowned at the blood on his sleeve. His chest still hurt, and his breathing still troubled. Tokio had left him food out, gone for her morning chores and about her day. He ate a bit, remembering to mix in some of the medicine Saitou had left in his room. It helped with the stabbing pain in his chest, and he found it a bit easier to breathe by the time he had given up trying to eat something and cleaning up as best he could. Although he didn’t quite feel like practicing, he’d been neglecting his sword for a while and went out into the inner yard, working through the basic of the Tennen style, before the dizziness caught him again and he slumped down, staring at the ground bitterly. He’d just started to get up when he coughed and choked on a mouthful of blood. He was spitting it to the ground when he heard Tokio call out his name with distress and come running towards him. “Okita-san! We need to get you back inside!” she said, sliding an arm around his waist and hauling him up as best she could. They were similar in size, but with her help they made it back to the main room of the house, where she flew about, getting water and a cloth for him, and tea and a blanket, even tho he was feeling warm. “You should go back to your room and get in bed!” she said mixing in a large dose of suspicious looking powder into his drink. He didn’t argue with her however, and once he’d had finished drinking, he went back to his room, curling up on the futon, hating this feeling. And he had been supposed to go visit Saitou today. The thoughts didn’t nag him long however, as he fell into a fevered half-asleep state. Tokio came to his room a while later, tray of food in hand and set it down beside him, believing for the first time the truth about Saitou’s words. Okita was ill, and she felt bad that she had been so suspicious of the boy’s motives for coming here. She put a damp cloth on his forehead chewed her lip, thinking about whether she should go down to the police station and worry her husband over this. |
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| [11 Jul 2004|05:05pm] |
She and he no longer shared a room, he'd told her he needed quiet when he slept, and that she made snoring noises. She'd been embarrassed, but of course, she didn't, but hajime required his own room, none the less, despite the reasons. She was laying when he opened the door, but sat up, looking surprised he'd come. He sat gently on the edge of her futon. She smiled softly and askd him how his night had been. "hai, hard.. long night.. at the station.." he muttered. Her long black hair was down, her kimono opened slightly as she moved towards him, running her hands up his hard stomach and across his thick shoulders. "ah, no.. not with a guest in the house.." he said, taking hold of her roaming hands. Her eyes looked off, hurt. "never.." she whispered. Hajime pulled her over and held her, stroking her hair. He laid down with her in this way, until she turned over and cuddled into him, falling asleep. He stared at the wall he faced, he stared at it for a long time. Just as every night he didn't sleep in his own private room, everynight her hair clung to his sweating chest. He was lying every second he was here. -- morning came early, and he was glad for it, as he slipped his arm from under tokio and quickly threw on a simple kimono and grabbed a new work uniform. He had to go to the spriongs this morning and bathe properly, and then another long day of paper work. He felt like his katana was becoming for show only. |
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