#Souji will care for this fukuchou

[akumanoken-archive]

"The pain doesnt even hurt anymore."

@shinsenoni

“You’re not dying, fukuchou, so shush,” he hissed.  She was so light in his arms, even as slight as he was himself.  “Just hold on alright?? Gonna get you someplace you can be taken care of, so just save your strength.

Enough soldiers were fallen around them for anyone still breathing to give them a wide berth.  They wouldn’t dare challenge him.

[shibuemiyuu]

Desires - Hakuoki Fanfiction - Chapter 5

Okay, here’s another chapter. Just want to tell that I can’t find any picture where Hijikata is sleeping. So, I use this one... Even though there aren’t any situation happened like in the picture, but at least in this one he IS sleeping... Although again this situation was what happened in Hijikata’s mind when someone soothed him in the middle of his suffering that happened in this chapter. Just read to find out which part I mentioned about.

Thank you so much to the one that had read my story. Like I said in my previous post, I will tag everyone that can be tagged that had liked my story. Just tell me if you want to be remove :D

And just a site note, I think my Chizuru is rather bold compare to the Chizuru in the anime or in Hijikata's route. I don't think that the Chizuru in there would dare enough to take any action like what I've made her do in my story. So she's maybe a little OOC, but I need her to be like that. Because Hijikata needed to be provoke; he is to aloof with his feeling toward our girl. Someone has to make a move for the story to get going and for them to be working.

May you enjoy this chapter also.

Chapter of the story:

Prequel - Prologue - I - II - III - IV

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Miyuu

-V-

Huff...Huff...Huff...Huff...

A ragged and heavy breath could be heard from inside one room. And inside that room there's a person, lying on a futon. A very sick person that none other was the oni fukuchou.

Hijikata was suffering in his room, courtesy of himself of course. At last, the day he couldn't do anymore of his antics had come, because just to open his eyes was VERY difficult, let alone to move his body. His stubbornness of not want to admit that he was sick and needed to rest had getting into him in the end. He's completely motionless on his futon.

'I'm gonna die… My head is splitting… My body is shivering… My ears are ringing… Breathing is so hard… Did someone pour a sand to my mouth? It feels so damn itchy. I feel so cold…’

He opened his eyes a little bit but closed it immediately. He felt so exhausted, so weak, so sick...

'Is this the end of me? So pathetic....'

There was a rustle sound of his soji door being slide opened and closed. A person had entered his room. Because of his condition, he didn't hear when someone had entered his room. But when that person sat beside him, he could feel the presence. He tried to open his eyes to see whatever presence he had felt. But, again, all he could see was a blurry silhouette.

'Is that a Shinigami? He's so black. I don't think a living person could be so black like this one.' Clearly, his mind was having a delusional because of his high fever that he couldn't recognize the person that had enter his room. And no, it's not a Shinigami. 'Shinigami-san, you can’t take my soul now. This is not my time yet. And also... I haven't told her about that night. Just go away will you!'

"Go...away...you...Shini...gami..." He spoke with a very weak voice and his raspy voice was not helping.

"I'm not a Shinigami Hijikata-san. It's me, Matsumoto Ryoujun. And I'm not going anywhere until I check on your condition and give you a medicine," Matsumoto answered Hijikata with final tone before he began to examine him. Nonetheless he was amused by what the vice commander had said. Before he even touched his body to do his examination, he'd already knew how bad his condition was. 'If I don't help him know, a real Shinigami will come to get you soon enough, Hijikata-san.'  Matsumoto mused inside.

Even in his weak state at the moment, his sharp mind was still working. He recognized whose voice that speaking, "Matsu..moto-sen...sei...?"

"Yes, it's me. I come to examine you Hijikata-san," Matsumoto answered while continued to examine the vice commander. Hijikata stayed silent the whole process. Well, he didn't have any energy to do anything after all. And because of his sore throat, speaking was plain impossible.

For sometimes Matsumoto checked his body condition. After finished, the doctor sat still and looked at the patient. Then he sighed.

"Really... A real Shinigami will come to you soon enough if you still act like what I've heard about. I know you can hear me Hijikata-san. For your own sake, don't ever move from your bed, at least for a week. Get a plenty of rest and sleep. And-"

Matsumoto voiced was somehow getting softer in Hijikata's ear. To the point that the voice commander no longer could hear it, because he was succumbed again by sleep in the middle of talk.

"....I will see you next week to check on your condition. And I hope you'll regain your health back," Matsumoto said and looked at Hijikata. The patient was closing his eyes. He once again checked for Hijikata pulse and he found the vice commander was only sleeping. He tried to make sounds as little as he could when he stood from his position and exited the room.

Outside, Matsumoto met Yamazaki that had waited in kneeling position in front of the room. "I had examined Hijikata-san's condition. I will prescribe some medicine and please give him according to my instruction later. Give him a light meal that can be easily digest. And more importantly, don't let him OUT of the bed for at least a week."

"I understand," Yamazaki answered and bowed his head.

Matsumoto shook his head, "Really, I know that you bunch are stubborn but this level of stubbornness is beyond what I think."

After that Matsumoto gave the prescription that he mentioned earlier with the instruction also. Then he left the compound with a promised to come back the week later.

---

Midnight, with as quietly as possible, someone entered Hijikata's room. With a tray that brought the fukuchou's medicine and a bowl of sweet red bean soup with rice cake -Hijikata's favorite- the person entered the room.

The room was dark, but that night the moon was in full shape and shone brightly. For a brief, it alighted the fukuchou room when the person slid the souji door and entered the room, and revealed the person face and figure; a petite figure clad in pink kimono. Worried could be seem in the brown eyes of the said figure as the person entered the room and closed the door.

Because of the fullmoon, the room wasn't as dark as it usually was. That's why Chizuru, the figure that came to Hijikata's room, could move around inside the room without difficulty.

Even though this was the latest thing that she wanted to do, but before she realized it, she had offered herself to take care of the fukuchou, when Yamazaki explained to the other captains of what Matsumoto-sensei had told him at dinner time.

The other captains were quite surprised for her outburst. Of course the person itself were more shocked then the other.

'What did I think when I said that?'

The answer was she had been worried and thought about Hijikata all the time. She heard from here and there of what Hijikata had done while he was in his state. But she didn't have any courage to say anything to him regarding his antics. In the end, she couldn't stand it anymore. She HAD to see him. And when she would had a chance to see him without the latter knew about it except now? Even though she had to resort to this bold (in her opinion) action, it's because she didn't want to wait any longer. Her desires to be near him was at the limit.

Chizuru put the tray beside the futon and sat beside the sick man. She looked into the man that had took over her heart. His face contorted with a pain that he felt right now. At first she was hesitant, but slowly she lifted her right hand to set aside the hair that cover Hijikata's face and put her hand to his forehead.

'It's still burning hot. Yamazaki-kun had given the medicine once before this. Looks like the medicine hasn't worked yet.'

Against her cool and cold hands, the skin was felt so hot. There was a bassinet that fill with cold water and a cloth beside the futon near where she sat. She took off her hand and wanted to cool off the fever with the cloth, but then something stopped her.

"Chizuru...?"

She froze -her hand still in the midair, just an inch from Hijikata's face. She looked to him. Afraid to see the purple eyes stared at her with accusing look. But, the eyes were closed.

...Did he called her Chizuru? Not Yukimura?

....Or was it her imagination when she heard he called her name?

"Chizuru."

The eyes that were closed before, slowly opened. What greeted her was a hazy and confused gaze; not a cold, composed and calculated stared he always gave.

"What are you doing?"

Her heart rate was quickening a beat or two when she heard her name was called for the second time. When his eyes were opened she stopped her breath for a second. Before her thought told her to run from the room, his voice had stopped her to do that.

So soft, so weak, so... Not him.

And once again her heart, that care, felt a compassion and love for this man, had taken over her rational thought.

"I come to take care of you, Hijikata-san."

---

His body was burning. There was a fire inside his body that made him so hot and weak.

He felt hot and cold at the same time. Oh, Kami-sama, if he could pass this thing, he wouldn't ever want to experience this kind of thing again. He would never underestimate cold, EVER again. Who'd thought that a cold could bring down the infamous oni-fukuchou to his state like now?

At one time, he kind of felt that someone has entered to his room once to give him a very bitter medicine. He spitted it out and choked it when the medicine entered his mouth. He thought that someone tried to give him a poison, but then the person that gave him this deadly potion told him that it was his medicine. The taste was similar to Ishida Powder's, his family medicine... He drank the medicine with difficulty, because of the awful taste. Somehow he could hear Heisuke and Souji laughing because of the medicine. For a split second he thought he was really done for.

That someone also gave him a bit of porridge. Maybe that's why he felt a little better and felt some strength. But still, the pain won't subside.

Long after that, nothing happened. Then in the midst of his suffering, suddenly there was this coldness that gave a cool sensation to his forehead. A soft touch that also very soothing. Not many things that could give him a feel like that. In fact, only one person that could give him this feeling. Such a strange thing to be felt when the same person was also the only one that could ignite him, doing the opposite of what he felt that time. To ignite his desires that began this whole problem and matter. But that was for another time.

Then he said her name, not her surname, without him realizing it. Twice. He'd thought that he'd imagined her presence, that's why he said her name in question the first time. But he was certain that she was near him. He called her name again in certain, while opened his eyes.

And there she was, sat beside him. He's asking what did she do inside his room. And what greeted her was a smile of an angel. Although he never met once but he knew if there was an angel, the presence and the smile would be like what he felt and saw now.

"I come to take care of you, Hijikata-san."

Was he dreaming?

"I bring your medicine and a bowl of sweat red bean soup with rice cake. Can you sit and take your medicine?"

No, he's not dreaming. The woman that had occupied most of his thought this one month was there, sat near him and she said that she would take care of him. The Kami was so good to him.

"Hijikata-san?"

"Huh?" Hijikata said absentminded. "Oh, let me try to sit." He tried to move his body. But looks liked it still not possible for him. Then without missing a second, she helped him to support his body. She watched him closed enough to know if he was restraining his body or not. He would not want for Chizuru to be in closed proximity to him in its the usual him (at least until he could control his desires for the woman), but because of his weaken state he accepted the help.

When he already in sitting position, he met her eyes that looked worry for him. "Are you comfortable with this position?" asked Chizuru. He could see Chizuru's cheeks a bit flush from their proximity, before the woman leaned away from his body to five them a distance.

"Yeah, it's okay." He answered with raspy voice.  He turned his head and saw the tray. He stared at the bowl of food for sometimes before he said one thing that the usual him would NEVER say it out loud.

"Feed me."

Chizuru blinked in shock, "I beg your pardon?"

"Feed me. You bring me the food and medicine. I want to eat first before drink that medicine. But looks like I'm still weak and don't have enough energy to move my muscle. So, feed me," He paused before added the last word, "Please, Chizuru."

To be continued

[impracticaldemon]

Do As I Say

by impracticaldemon for @nollatooru in appreciation for her kindness, wonderful art, fine sense of humour - and for letting me use the chibis from her “Hajime!” comic as the perfect icon for the SaiChi blog.

~ 1600 words

Also written as a belated contribution for HijiChi Week. Sumimasen deshita! @hijichiweek @sabinasanfanfic @hidetheremote @shell-senji @eliz1369 @nalufever @hakuyamazakisensei @teapotart @shibuemiyuu

Do As I Say

There was a murmured “excuse me,” and Hijikata looked up in surprise.

“Kondou?  What are you doing up so late?”

The Shinsengumi’s Chief smiled cheerfully, and set down a tray with tea and small snacks.

“Late, Toshi?  I’d heard that you often have tea at this time.  Before going - or rather, not going - to bed.”

“...I can’t stop her from bringing the tea.  I’ve tried.”

“Mmhmm.”

Kondou sat down near Hijikata’s desk, completely unabashed. He poured the fragrant, pale green tea into two cups, and handed one to his truculent second-in-command.  Hijikata eyed him warily.  As much as he appreciated Yukimura’s devotion to - well, call it duty, since it was better not to dwell on other possibilities - he could wish that fewer people knew about her routine.

“All that aside,” Hijikata said lightly, ignoring his friend’s slight smile as he tried to turn the subject, “why are you still up?  I know there are meetings tomorrow morning for you, and then-”

“This is good tea,” Kondou murmured, just loudly enough to interrupt.  “She told me that she tried giving you a more soothing blend, designed to promote restful sleep, but you refused to give it a chance. ...Did you really tell her to dose Souji and Heisuke with it instead?”

Hijikata found himself hastily clearing his throat as the image of Chizuru’s startled face appeared vividly before him.  What he’d actually said was that she could keep the damn stuff to herself, since he needed to finish up a letter that couldn’t wait since their food depended on it.  He might have also mentioned that if he got too drowsy, he worried that his pen might slip and he’d accidentally tell the asshole in charge of supplying their rice that he was a two-faced, thieving whore-son who deserved a punch right in his delicately powdered nose for trying to starve the men who protected him.

He hadn’t suggested giving the tea to Souji and Heisuke until later, in response to Chizuru’s manifest disappointment that he wouldn’t touch it himself.  He probably shouldn’t have added that they deserved whatever was coming to them, and that if her odd brew put them to sleep then that was all to the good.

“...Toshi?”

“Ah, yes, sorry.  I was working on the letter to the delegate of the Imperial Comptroller, you see, so it was urgent.”

“And the bit about Souji and Heisuke?”

Hijikata rubbed at the bridge of his nose.  “Souji thought that it would be entertaining to get Heisuke drunk and then bring him by to sing nonsense words through my window.”

“Nonsense words?” Kondou watched Hijikata drain his cup of tea and absently hold it out for a refill.  He obliged, carefully hiding a smile, sure that this ritual had played out numerous times over the past months, with Chizuru calmly pouring, waiting, and insisting that she wasn’t tired.

“...It was nothing, Kondou-san.  Nothing of importance.”  Hijikata tried not to wince, as he recalled the childish doggerel set - more or less - to the chorus of a traditional drinking song.

Give me your hand, and I’ll bring you tea Give me your lap, I’ll rest on your knee Give me your heart, and faithful I’ll be Give me your sword -

He hadn’t heard the rest, and didn’t want to.  Souji had been laughing too hard to run, and Heisuke too drunk.  He’d smacked them both upside the head - Heisuke had looked bewildered - and told Souji that he was confined to quarters until further notice except for scheduled patrols.  The First Division Captain had been entirely unrepentant.

“I was just thinking,” said Kondou, “that maybe you need to get more rest.”

“I will - I have just a bit more to go now and -”

“If it’s so close to being finished, then I expect I’ll cope. ...You just drank two and a half cups of tea without noticing that it’s Yukimura-kun’s special blend.  She rarely puts herself forward, you know, but she requested a few minutes with me earlier today.”

“Kondou - what?”  He stared into his cup, detecting only subtle differences in scent and colour from regular tea; it was nothing like what Yukimura had brought him the other day.  Irritation rose to the fore.  “You didn’t need to do this.  I resolved the rice issue -”

“Yukimura-kun said that you were clearly disappointed in the Senior Vice-Comptroller and didn’t stop ‘thinking out loud’ until you suddenly invoked the gods and, er, Sannan-kun.”

“It wasn’t like that!” Argh.  He could just tell that he was losing this battle.

“Sannan-kun confirmed that you’d asked him to have a word with the Comptroller’s Office.  He seemed quite pleased by your suggested course of action, but murmured that you didn’t usually condone such forceful measures.”

“I asked him to speak with the Vice-Comptroller and remind the bastard that it isn’t wise to stint a loyal and well-trained group of armed men.”

“You keep telling me to get enough rest, Toshi.”

“Yes, but -”

“And you say the same to Souji, Saitou-kun, Heisuke-kun... even Harada-kun and Nagakura-kun.”

Hijikata glowered.  He knew he was glowering.  “That’s because they behave like children, with the exception of Saitou.”

“I’ve given permission to Yukimura-kun to come get me if you refuse to put away your work by midnight each night this week.”  Kondou got quietly to his feet, his expression serious.  “I trust her judgment.  She has a good heart and cares about you.  I wish we could do more for her, but...”  He sighed, clearly still troubled by the girl’s situation.  Then he shook his head and focused back on Hijikata.  His mild brown eyes held a trace of warning.  

“Toshi, you have never been one to live by the motto ‘do as I say, not as I do.’ We know all too many who do.”  Hijikata nodded.  Kondou smiled faintly at him.  “That said, please consider that if you push yourself too hard, there are others here who will follow your lead.  Yukimura-kun is just one of them.  If you tell others to rest, but you do not, you create uncertainty as to your true wishes.”

“I understand your point, Kondou.  But...”

“I know, Toshi.  But it’s only for a week.  Oyasumi - and try not to blame the girl too much.”  

Hijikata wasn’t surprised when Kondou’s departure heralded the entrance of his wayward - and apparently over-protective - page.  She looked apprehensive, but determined.  He had the sudden thought that Edo women were known to be stubborn to a fault, and meekness could be deceiving.

“Yes, Yukimura?”  He didn’t look at her, busying himself instead with tidying away his brushes and ink.

“Kondou-san said you were going to bed shortly.  Is there anything I can do - or fetch - for you now?”

A dozen retorts sprang to mind, but to his dismay, Hijikata found the idea of kissing those soft lips more distracting than any scolding he might give.  He pushed himself to his feet.

“No, nothing.”  He tried to turn away indifferently, but a wave of fatigue reminded him of a question that he did want answered.  “Wait.”  The sudden hope on Chizuru’s face was both endearing and an invitation to disaster.  He folded his arms inside his sleeves to keep from reaching out.  “The tea this evening.  Kondou-san said it was your blend, but it wasn’t the same.  So what was it?  You did make it, I gather?”

“Well, yes, Hijikata-san, I did make it.  But Sannan-san provided me with a superior method for blending the components.”

“Oh?”

Chizuru - Yukimura - met his stern gaze without flinching.  Much.

“Y-yes. And he said to add his own variety of mint, which would be more agreeable than mine with the underlying flavour.”

They gazed at each other for a long moment, and Hijikata concluded that while Yukimura might not have known of Sannan’s deception - a soporific had been added, he was sure of it - she had her suspicions.  He sighed internally and bowed to the inevitable:  with Yukimura, Kondou, and Sannan in collusion, he wasn’t going to get his way.  Moreover, Sannan might - might - be the least troublesome of the three.

“I suppose that answers that, then.  Rest assured, I will change for bed the moment you leave.  Unless you plan to stay and watch?”

Yukimura immediately flushed.  “N-no, Hijikata-san.  I’ll be going... Oyasumimasen.”

“Good night.”

It was a sad state of affairs when he had to resort to such petty tactics just to deal with an innocent like Chizuru.  He changed quickly, feeling more tired by the second.  The moment he extinguished the lantern, a quiet voice called from outside the door:

“Excuse me, Vice Commander.”  Of course.  Saitou.  He should have guessed when Chizuru left with so little difficulty.

“What is it?”  

“...I was asked to remain for a short time.”

“By all the tits on all the goats in all the hells, I do not need a fucking watchdog!  Go away, Saitou!”

“Yes sir.  As soon as your light has been extinguished for a certain length of time, I will depart as ordered.”

Hijikata closed his eyes.  They were going to drive him crazy.  Still... there were worse things.  Probably.

“Oyasumi, Saitou.”

“Oyasumi, Fukuchou.”

As sleep claimed him - and it did not take long - Hijikata found himself smiling.  She was exasperating... and unintentionally troublesome... but she cared.  He wished - briefly! - that his life, his choices, would allow him to care for her in the same way.

[END]

A/Note:  Thank you for reading! I will post this to FFN and AO3 when I have a bit more time & energy.  All likes, reblogs, and especially comments are appreciated.

[shinsengumi-no-ken]

“Yes. I am very aware and so should you. So should all of you!!” Hijikata replied, angry, screaming out not only for Souji but for the rest of the Shinsengumi members that were around him as well.

“The rules are clear. This is the punishment for leaving the Shinsengumi and all of you knew that from the moment you decided to join our ranks. If anyone else wishes to express their distate for my rules, such as Okita-kumichou have just made, then step forward.” He defided, looking around and staring every single one of those men in the eye.

Cleaning his sword with a white cloth, he stared down at it in silence, giving his back to the body on the ground. A man, beheaded, whose blood covered the Shinsengumi uniform he wore.

“Thought so.” The vice-commander voiced out again when no one moved or said a thing, walking past Souji and stopping by his side before going away. “Don’t question my reasonings in front of my men ever again, Souji. Ever. You, more than any of them, should understand all of this.”

@oni-no-fukuchou

-

The anger in his voice was unexpected, however this man that Hijikata-san had just cut down was one of their comrades back from shiekan hall. As everyone left Souji stared at the demon vice commander with narrowed eyes and spoke

“Maybe you should investigate matters more then, now you just wasted a good soldier. And I will question your reasonings all I want. If you truly thought that this man had done wrong, you would had let me take care of it! He was part of my division! And also...” his eyes darkened.

“You got impatient, didn’t you? You didn’t offer him a chance to join the corps, were you feeling bloodthirsty? If so, you should have dealed with some our actual enemies instead.”

[kamenowriting]

Cry under the Moonlight Chapter 2: Enemy or Ally..?

Fandom: Hakuouki Summary: [AU/Canon]: When two enemies met such an unexpected fate, that’s how they’re starting to fall in love in oblivious. Characters: [Kazama Chikage & Saitou Hajime], [Hijikata Toshizou & Okita Souji] Pairings: Harem!Saitou(Kazama/Hijikata/onesided!Okita x Saitou) but eventually KazaSai & HijiOki Genres: Romance, angst & hurt/comfort Rated: M rated Words: 13, 659 Warnings: Grammar error, AU, OOC-ness, BL, yaoi, boyxboy, and yandere!Souji

A/N: Hello everyone. So, it’s been such a long time I haven’t posting any of my writings. I do apologize for this. Just a very popular writer’s problem; having an artist’s block and all. But, after listening my fav Saitou-hen album and osts, my mood for this trash OTP is coming once more. I call my OTP trash cuz pretty sure that this pairing is impossible to ship unless you have a kink sadistic seme x masochist uke like I am.

However, just because my mood for this pairing is back, that doesn’t mean I’ll be posting pretty often. My college life has finally over. But I’m taking a practical training this time, which is, it’s pretty much keeps me away Tumblr even more OTL But hey, I decided to continue on writing this story once more as I find this plot pretty interesting despite the summary pretty suck.

Disclaimer: Obviously I don’t own Hakuouki nor the characters especially Kazama and Saitou. But I do love Kazama’s character in Saitou route of Shinkai. His expression looks quite… exciting and sadistic-er than the previous Hakuouki.

Preview: 

"I understand." Saitou said, stood up from his place as he started to leave then. "I'll be leaving at the dusk then."

"Saitou."

The indigo-haired man stopped from mid-walking when the Vice-Commander called his name. His ocean-blue orbs took a glanced into the beautiful onyx one

"Sorry about this." Hijikata said with a regretful tone. "I always dump the nasty work on you."

"Not at all." Saitou faced away then. "Do not dwell upon it."

"Ehhh~ Don't ya think he's been relying on ya too much?"

"Why does it matter?"

There was a quiet moment between them until Souji broke a silent moment with another grin on his face.

"In that case, that would make this place feeling lonely without ya, Hajime-kun." Souji said, crossing his arms behind his head.

"I don't see any different whether my presence here or not."

"Hmm... Ya may be right.."

"I'm impressed." Kazama began. "For a bakufu dog such as you are, you have such a good manner."

"Eh...?" Blinked in confusion at the sudden of... maybe a compliment? Saitou lowered his face then, not knowing what to do anymore being alone with a demon in the isolate room.

This is an AU fic where the event of the Shinsengumi meeting the Yukimura girl were never happen,

instead it merely focus between Saitou and Kazama

If you’re against Kazama and Saitou pairing, I suggest not to read it.

One night, he's starting to dream.

Saitou Hajime walked to the hallway as silent as he is. Arriving at the destination, the indigo stood there in front of the vice-commander's room like a statue before readying himself to see the Vice-Commander.

Exhaled quietly, Saitou began to speak from outside and the indigo has to make sure that his voice could reach to the Vice-Commander’s room despite he has a quiet and stoic attitude.

"Fukuchou, it's me, Saitou Hajime."

It took several seconds then the left-handed man waiting patiently to hear the Vice-Commander's answer as if he was like a loyal dog who's waiting his master to have a permission to sit on his lap.

"Ah. You can come in, Saitou."

Hijikata finally replied inside his room, his tone was cold like an iceberg that could not melt very easily, however to Saitou's view, his voice was calm and gentle like a soft breeze at the peaceful hill. Oh how Saitou had desired of so much to hear his voiced next to his ear, whispering him of how much he loves him, wanting to kiss him and do stuff like—

..wait, where's that thoughts coming from?!

Shaking his head to leave those thoughts out from his head, Saitou begin to open the shoji door and closed it back once he had entered the raven-haired Vice-Commander's room. The first thing he saw is the strong, broad-back of Hijikata's. It look likes there are more of paperwork he has to finish, as usual. The indigo wondered when would Hijikata takes a break then..?

After he satisfied taking a secretly gazed on the Vice-Commander's back, Saitou took a very polite sit on the purple cushion that Hijikata has been prepared of despite he hasn't looked at the indigo in the eyes yet.

He is one a workaholic Oni no Fukuchou as expected.

..Well, talk about himself..

Even Saitou can be a workaholic especially if it’s an order by Hijikata.

Taking a glanced around the room, the indigo-haired man had noticed that Hijikata hasn't finished eating the sakura mochis that the indigo had prepared before he taking a day off.

He probably should lecture for not taking care of his health.. then again, would that helps him knowing that he has no place to lecture him since he's just a mere Captain of the 3rd Division.. 

For several moments neither of them starts a conversation nor trying to break of this quiet moment.

Of course, as silent as Saitou is, he has always enjoyed this quiet peacefulness. He'd never sense of awkwardness whoever he's being with. He especially enjoyed spending this atmosphere with Hijikata. Despite the raven-haired ronin can be hot-tempered, yet he does enjoy this quiet peacefulness as well.

Compared stucking with the Baka Trio for a whole day..

Just thinking about it, Hijikata would have prepared to dig his grave by now.. 

And now back to Hijikata’s perspective about the quiet atmosphere.. well, the raven-haired man was too focus on his paperwork that he even almost forget of Saitou's presence no matter how much important that indigo-haired man for him.

Knowing that this would take forever, Saitou has finally decided to break this silent moment. It's very unlike him, of course. 

Saitou began to speak first, but knowing that Hijikata was still busy.. he shouldn't stays here longer as he doesn't want to bother the Vice-Commander. "Fukuchou, I've heard from Kondou-san that you've come to see me. Is there anything I can help you with?"

After Saitou had spoken, Hijikata put down his brush on the table and faced to his captain.

Despite being a workaholic.

Ahh... Fukuchou.. Saitou still finds this man so fascinating one. Those beautiful, soft, raven strands of hair of Hijikata's. Eyes were cold like an iceberg, but behind of those orbs, there was a warmth feeling like a ray of sunlight. And those strong and muscular arms that Hijikata was born. He wondered if Saitou would've been safe if he had been embraced by those strong arms of Hijikata's.

Oh how he wished he could be with him every night, snuggling behind his broad-back, believing that everything's would be alright. As long as he could sleep next to him, everything would be—

..Ack! Those thoughts again!

Since when had he started to think this way about him..?!!

..Actually it’s been this way since he’d first joined the Roshigumi.

And yes, ladies and gentlemen, Saitou Hajime has a biggest crush on none other than the Vice-Commander.

Thankfully those thoughts didn't last longer as Hijikata's voice returned him back to reality.

"Yeah.. I've got a new mission for you, Saitou."

Saitou nodded in understanding, waiting for the raven-haired man continued to speak so that he could explain what mission should the indigo man should finish of."You've already heard the rumors about the abandon shop, right?"

That's right. Rumors had been spreading around the Kyoto that the abandon house next to the sweet shop has been haunted night after night. But from what the Shinsengumi found out from Yamazaki, it looks like it has become the members of Satsuma-han secret hideout for a meeting.

Either one of a member of Satsuma-han gave a false rumor to keep everyone away from abandon house, or there's a definitely a ghost in the abandon house.

..Of course to Hijikata, there's no such thing as a ghost. ...Unless he's the ghost.

"According from Yamazaki-san, the abandon house has become the Satsuma-han's meeting base although none of their meeting were scheming onto something dangerous, from what I've heard."

Hijikata nodded.

"Yeah, I've heard that too. However, I don't like this feeling." the Vice-Commander muttered under his breathed as he started to mumble in worriedly. "Whatever they're meeting all about, I want you to spy on them and see what's going on."

"So you want me to arrest them once we've found something like that?"

Hijikata nodded. "Ah. This way we're pretty sure we could find Kodou's whereabouts."

"I understand." Saitou said, stood up from his place as he started to leave then. "I'll be leaving at the dusk then."

"Saitou."

The indigo-haired man stopped from mid-walking when the Vice-Commander called his name. His ocean-blue orbs took a glanced into the beautiful onyx one

"Sorry about this." Hijikata said with a regretful tone. "I always dump the nasty work on you."

"Not at all." Saitou faced away then. "Do not dwell upon it."

With that, the indigo-haired closed the shoji door and walked to the hallway to find his men whom they're taking a break from their morning training.

Upon of walking on a long hallway, Saitou met a familiar captain whom leaning against a wall as if he was waiting for someone to tease.

"Yo, Hajime-kun." There was a wide playful smirk on the Captain of the First Division.

"Souji."

Saitou greeted with calling his friend's name only.

"So what does the mother hen wants from you?" Souji asked curiously, following the indigo-haired man as he tried to search his men at the backyard.

"Just another mission."

"Ehhh~ Don't ya think he's been relying on ya too much?"

"Why does it matter?"

There was a quiet moment between them until Souji broke a silent moment with another grin on his face.

"In that case, that would make this place feeling lonely without ya, Hajime-kun." Souji said, crossing his arms behind his head.

"I don't see any different whether my presence here or not."

"Hmm... Ya may be right.."

Whether Saitou's presence is exists in their dinner time or not, but the Baka Trio would almost do their stupid things as usual, while Souji would drive Hijikata crazy. Mostly in dinner, lunch or breakfast time, Saitou eating his food very quietly and disappeared his presence in the dining room as if he was a dandelion who won't stay one place too long.

Upon of continuing walked all the way to the backyard, when there's no one beside two men, Souji entrapped Saitou on the wall with his muscular arms so that the indigo won't go anywhere else. There was a happily grin on Souji's face. Emerald orbs gazed into the ocean-blue ones in a hidden of lust thankfully Saitou didn't noticed how much Souji loves this quiet man so much.

"What are you doing, Souji?" Saitou said, using his usual monotone voice as he had no time to play around with the playful captain, knowing that it's almost dusk already. But at the same time however, Saitou feels himself feeling uncomfortable entrapping by his friend.

"Mmm.... no way." Souji widen his grin then, in which, brings Saitou gazed on him in puzzled.

"What are you—"

"Hajime-kun," the mischievous captain stopped him from mid-sentence, and there was still a cat-like smirk on his face. Souji leaned to Saitou closer so that their nose were dancing together, and whispered very softly to make sure only the indigo-haired man hears his voiced: "I like you."

"What?" Saitou said stupidily, raising his left eyebrow in confused.

"Like I said," Souji whispered once more. "I like ya. I like ya for along time now." The Captain of the First Division was expecting that his friend would stunned upon of a sudden confession.

However...

Saitou replied with a sigh of... was that disgustingly Souji could sense? When their eyes gazed onto each other, Saitou put his palm of hand on Souji's chest, gesturing to move away as if that's his answer.

"I'm sorry Souji, but I do not quite understand of your words very well." Saitou spoke straightforward. "If you excuse me, I have to leave—"

Before Souji let this happening, the not-so-playful-captain-anymore gripped Saitou's wrist tightly, gesturing his friend that he wasn't joking around about it.

When Saitou noticed how unlike Souji is, Souji began to grip his friend's chin and make sure their eyes didn't turned away on elsewhere. It was very unlike to see Souji this way. His eyes were cold, similar as Hijikata's but way colder than the Vice-Commander's one. His playfully grin disappeared on his face as if he has a split personality.

"Well maybe this could make you understand."

The Captain of 1st Division began to lean to Saitou's face very closely. The indigo was still too dumb to know what does Souji intending to do.

When their lips were about inches away by now, Kami was such a cruel toward to the poor Souji.

A familiar gentle male voice brings Saitou back to himself:

"Oh there you are, Saitou."

The indigo-haired man faced to the gorgeous Vice-Commander quickly that he even forget the presence of Souji.

"I almost forgot that I need you for a moment." Hijikata said with a hidden of smile, not wanting to show his gentle side in front of other men. "Souji, I need to borrow Saitou right now. Shouldn't you suppose to train your men already?"

Souji didn't spoke anything, only groaned with filled of anger and maybe jealously as well? It took quite moment then Souji moved backward from the indigo and started to leave without any words.

Once the indigo began to walk next to Hijikata, Saitou took a glanced on the back of Souji who's still looks in a bad mood.

He wondered what he's trying to do..?

I like ya, Hajime-kun

He doesn't get of Souji's words so well..

Shaking his thoughts from his head then, Saitou began to follow the Vice-Commander and do whatever he can to be a very useful person for Hijikata

...and Hijikata only.

.

.

.

When his dream had finally starting to end, Saitou Hajime had finally regained his conscious back. Eyes fluttering opened like a butterfly, the indigo-haired man sat up and tried to take a looked around the room.

This is...

Eyes wandering the room once more, the left-handed ronin realized he wasn't in the abandon house anymore.

What.. happened to him last night..?

Trying to remember whatever happened to him before he fell into a deep unconscious, it wasn't taking longer after then his memory about yesterday have finally regain back.

Ah.. that's right.

He and his men were suppose to spy on the Satsuma-han who's intending a meeting at the abandon house next to the sweet shop. When they had failed to chase the dark figure, possibly one of a member of Satsuma-han, a certain member of Satsuma-han gave a strange medicine that brings him fall into unconscious. And after then.. he's been... r-rape by a group of Satsuma-han. Thankfully, they're not as many as Saitou has thought to be.

They're quite brutal for an enemy of Shinsengumi...

Not to mention it, he couldn't quite remember for how many rounds they've done so far but it almost look likes to be more than 5 times.

"Urrgh..." Saitou muttered under his breathed as he finds his lower body feeling sore. Untie his clothes, Saitou finds himself a little frightened to see his naked body by now. There are many deep scratches and bit all over the places; arms, hands, chest, and legs.

He wondered what does Hijikata thought once he finds out about this...

The thought of him makes him feel an urged to disappear in Kyoto by now.

Trying to caress some bruises he received on his right arm then. The next thing he knew, he could felt there's a wrapped-cloth on his upperarm.

"Eh...?"

Saitou eyed on it in confusion, didn't noticed until now that several of it it has been bandaging perfectly.

"Who did this..?"

Saitou questioned to the lonely wind.

His eyes then taking a glanced around the room once more, he finally realized that the room was filled with a sweet, and fresh scent that could make Saitou easily to breathe compared to the abandon house one. The room was so quiet that he couldn't even hear a sound of the crickets were singing anymore as if he was the only one that living in this world.

Where could he be—

Not long after then, the shoji door opened automatically, and revealed a familiar presence in the room.

"It's about time for you to awake already."

A male voiced spoke in a deep tone one that could brings Saitou shivered down in all over spine.

He couldn't helped but feels an urged to wide his eyes like a saucer, and gaped like a fish.

Of all the person he met, why here...?

The presence at the shoji door was none other than

Kazama Chikage.

A mysterious, yet powerful ronin whom is also a member of Satsuma-han, an enemy of Shinsengumi. It was revealed that he is also an Oni of the West along with Amagiri and the gunslinger, Shiranui(except he’s not a demon from the West). Kazama’s also the strongest demon in the West clan, if he wasn't mistaking hear it from him. It's already been the third times they've encountered him. The first is in Ikeda Inn, second ones at the Mount Ten'nou, and lastly, at the Nishi Hongwanji Temple.

Whatever reason he'd encountered the Shinsengumi for several times by now it was a little mysterious. However, the Demon does once warned them not to become a fake demon. And by meaning of fake demon, of course, he must have meant by the Rasetsu then...

Trying to be very cautious toward his enemy, Saitou used a defensive stance so that he wouldn't let his guard off.

He won't make a mistake this time..

Kazama gazed the indigo-haired man deeper, wondering what made him changed a posture like that."What are you doing? You do realize you've been very rude to someone who had saved you. You should be grateful."

"Eh...?"

Saitou's cold orbs soon melted away into confusion. Now that the Demon had mentioned it his injured from the last night had been aided by now. But still, don’t tell him that the Demon was the who bandaging his injuries…

Feeling guilty for being quite rude, just as the Demon had describe him of, Saitou lowered his head in apologetically, and speaking in a soft tone, to make sure the Demon accept his apologize.

"I-I'm sorry for being rude just now and... thank you.. for saving me and… aiding me as well."

As he waiting for an answer, Saitou could hear a deep chuckled on the Demon's lips. When the indigo-haired man began to raise his head, he could see just how attractive the Demon is with that wide smirk like a Cheshire cat.

Can a demon such as Kazama Chikage could make this kind expression toward his own enemy..?

"I'm impressed." Kazama began. "For a bakufu dog such as you are, you have such a good manner."

"Eh...?" Blinked in confusion at the sudden of... maybe a compliment? Saitou lowered his face then, not knowing what to do anymore being alone with a demon in the isolate room.

As he let his mind drift off on elsewhere, he hadn't realized until now that the Demon's presence had appeared just inches away of him. Before Saitou could make any movement, the Demon of the West instantly gripped the indigo's wrist very firmly, putting them above the other man's head in which, brings the stoic captain fell on the futon.

Eyes gazed into each other like a human world colliding into a demon world. Either of them hadn't faced on elsewhere as if they were having a staring competition.

The 3rd Captain of the Shinsengumi couldn't helped but to admire those beautiful, ruby orbs of Kazama’s. It reminds him of so much watching a beautiful sunset reaching down onto the horizon with the amazing and attractive Hijikata. It was one of the most cherish day he had ever have. But those eyes looked even more breathtaking than watching the sunset before night's coming.

Despite being an enemy of Shinsengumi, it's funny how Saitou amazed this man's beauty no matter how dangerous the demon is. But at the same time, the indigo couldn't sense any malevolent aura around the other man whether he's a member of Satsuma-han or not.

"I see that humans are quite sensitive one." The Demon began to whisper quietly, eyes went down to the younger man's long and curvy hips. The golden-haired man's hand started to untie Saitou’s obi, half-stripping off his black kimono, in which, the blonde-haired man could see Saitou’s naked hips even better.

Eyes widening opened because of getting stripped by his own enemy, Saitou began to struggle himself to stop at whatever the Demon is scheming of.

“W-Wait. What are you doing—?!”

Kazama ignored Saitou’s exclaimed as he put Saitou’s left hip on his shoulder while the other leave it on the futon. Pulling Saitou’s white fundoshi with his long and callous fingers, the indigo’s manhood began to react a little.

“I haven’t touching you yet but you’ve already reacting. Does getting rape really aroused you?”

The indigo-haired man didn’t spoke anything, too humiliated to think about that night as he buried his face with his muscular arms. Willing rather not to see his enemy’s expression/face.

“Well, whatever..” Kazama muttered quietly, leaning to Saitou’s pre-cum manhood, putting his cavern into it, and sucked in satisfiedly.

“A—Ahhh..!” Saitou moaned in erotically, not knowing where’s that voice coming from. Has he always had that kind of voice…?

What is this..? He had never experienced something like this before.. it’s different than how the members of the Satsuma-han treating him. It wasn’t disgusting he could felt this time. It felt so good. So good that he almost felt like he’s in heaven by now. Could it be..? Can he really say this word—

—pleasure?

“U-Ummmpgh..!” Saitou whined quietly, burying his fingers into Kazama’s gorgeous blonde hair as it doesn’t matter who’s taking a blowjob. Enemy or no, this is too much.

“C-Coming..” Saitou muttered, in which, the Demon’s eyes laid above to the lusty ocean-blue ones. “Something’s.. coming…!”

Understanding Saitou’s words, Kazama continued on taking a blowjob with a fast pace this time, while hearing the indigo’s sweet moaned close to him. When Saitou has finally reached its climax, white liquid released into the Demon’s cavern, in which, he gladly drink it all.

“You came a lot.” The Demon commented, wiping his chin to make sure he drank every last drop from his face.

“M-My deepest apologize.”

“No need. It’s natural for humans to ejaculation.”

While Saitou’s mind was filled with haze in pleasure, he hadn’t realized until now that the Demon was carrying him like a princess-like styled and started to leave the isolate room.

Where is he taking to..?

When the Demon entered to the unknown room, the room was dyed in a white colored like a radiant light. The room was also engulf with a white mist.

Is this.. bathroom…?

Kazama putting Saitou down on the floor and make sure he could stand despite his mind was still hazy. While waiting for his mind back to reality, the indigo noticed that the Demon of the West was pouring a bucket of water.

“What are you—?“

Before Saitou could finished his sentence, Kazama answered his question without hesitated while his eyes were still eyeing on the pipe.

“Cleaning you.”

“Eh..?” Saitou said stupidly, too puzzled of whatever the Demon spoke about.

Kazama sighed.

Humans are quite stupid, huh?

“What? You don’t want to clean yourself after all what happened that night. You’re reek”

…Oh. So that’s what is.

“Then.. take off your clothes.”

“Wh-what?!”

Once again, being slightly stupid, Saitou asked another stupid question. Then again, the indigo was quite surprised at the sudden of command.

“What? You want to take a bath while wearing your clothes? Is that how humans hygiene themselves?”

At that, Saitou remained quiet, not knowing what to say anymore.

Why would the demon treated him this way?

Shouldn’t they suppose to be an enemy?

“I can take a bath on my own, thank you.”

“Don’t be stubborn. With that many rounds you’ve got rape, I doubt that you can hygiene yourself.”

“Shut up…” Saitou hissed. “I’ll be fine. So just leave me—“

Before Saitou could finished it, knowing that he’s been standing up for much longer, his hips starting to shake like a leaf, without realizing it, his body was about to collapse on the floor.

Before his body could landed on the cold floor, Saitou realized that someone had held his body safely. The next thing he knew, his body were enwrapping by a very strong and muscular arms. His chest crashed into the other man’s broad chest that makes him feel an urged to flush in red already.

He eyed on whoever saved him from falling on the cold floor and it was obviously the Demon of the West.

Kazama sighed in annoyingly once again.

“See? Can’t you, human, stop being a stubborn and at least be grateful for this.”

Saitou whined quietly and finally given up himself by letting the Demon taking care of him.

The indigo started to untie his obi, letting his black kimono sliding down on his body to the floor. Still didn’t trusted his enemy, Saitou moved his hand to his private so that the Demon won’t gazed on him in hungrily.

Following the Demon’s demand by sitting on the stool, Saitou began to shiver at the touches of the Demon’s drench, callous palm of hands. He started to clean Saitou by pouring a bucket of cold water above Saitou’s indigo hair before caressing his warm hands on the younger man’s pale and pure-ish naked body.

The golden-haired man had to admit it, this was his very first time touching human’s body before, especially man. Of course, he wouldn’t dare to touch woman’s body except once he and the woman/demoness’ body had court by now.

The human’s body was so soft and fragile that the noble demon had the greatest urged in need to leave some bite marks on his body or even give some scratch marks with his long and sharp fingers. He wondered what kind of sounds would the human make once he pinch his broad back harder until a bead of red liquid started to form…

The Demon’s thought soon went away as he heard a soft whine echoed around the elegant bathroom. The next thing Kazama knew, it was none other than the younger man’s.

I see. So he’s quite sensitive despite being a stoic ronin.

Kazama couldn’t helped but to chuckle at that.

Letting the younger man’s head rested on the Demon’s broad shoulder. Putting a soap liquid on his palm hands and make sure the Demon rubbed his hands together to form a big foam, he caressed the human’s body with his coated-filled palm of hands like an ice rink.

Each reaction the indigo-haired man made brings Kazama’s smirk turned into wider than the Cheshire cat from those nonsense humans fairy-tale. Satisfiedly, the Demon stopped his long and tender fingers on the other man’s attractive right nipple, starting to pinch and rub in teasingly in which, the Shinsengumi ronin released a very sweet moan from his soft lips.

“I see that you’re quite enjoying that.” Kazama chuckled sadistically-ish, licking and biting the human’s cute earlobe.

While continuing on torturing the human’s adorable nipple bud, the other man started to mutter something.

“Y-You’re—“

“Hm? Is there anything you wanted to say?” the Demon teased him, moving on playing his other nipple.

“Y-you’re—“ panted harder. “You’re wrong.”

Slightly stunned at the human’s word. But instead of continuing on gapping like a fish, Kazama’s smug began to twist in wider one, finding amusing to see this kind of side from the member of the Shinsengumi.

“Oh? Is that so? Then, how about if I do this,” Kazama said, stopped his work on the other man’s nipples, instead, moving his hand down on the indigo’s private part, bringing the human flushed in red upon of feeling a hard grip on his manhood.

Each moan the younger man let out made even erotically than ever.

“It looks like your body is being honest to me.” Kazama whispered next to the younger’s red ear, chuckled once more. Continuing on grasping the other man’s private part once more, bobbing it up and down until the other man’s reached its climax.

It wasn’t took last long that a white liquid began to spurt out from the tip of human’s erection, releasing another loud and lewd whine from his lips.

Too hazy to think of anymore, his world started to fall into a pitch of darkness as Saitou realized that he fell into a deep unconscious once again.

Fluttering his eyes opened once he’d regained back, Saitou sat up on the soft futon and tried remember everything’s how did he ended up fainting—

“So you’re finally wake up. I was expecting you won’t be until tomorrow.” A deep male voice spoke with a chuckle.

Searching for the familiar man’s voice, Saitou found him at the windowsill with his right hip and broad-chested exposed that the younger man felt an urged to move his eyes from elsewhere, while cheeks starting to flush in a deep scarlet.

Eyeing on his body, Saitou realized he didn’t wear his usual plain and black kimono. Instead, it was a white and thin yukata.

The Demon must have changed him while he was fall into unconscious a while ago…

“Where is this?” Saitou asked when his cheeks finally turned back to normal, his blue-ocean orbs laid into the crimson’s one while the Demon took out a puff of smoke from his kiseru in elegantly.

“My manor.” Kazama replied shortly. “To put it simply, the Hidden Demon Village.”

When silent falls between Saitou felt an urged to get out of here.

No..

He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be in his own enemy’s… whatever places it is, headquarter, so-called-demon world and all. There’s a higher chance that the Demon might kill without the Shisengumi known.

I have to get out of here. I can’t stay here longer.

Determined to leave this place as soon as possible, Saitou began to break their silent moment.

“Thank you for everything but I must leave now.”

“Why?”

The Demon’s simple question drivin’ the indigo crazy already. Just stuck with an enemy of the Shinsengumi brings atmosphere around here awkward and cold as well. He could felt some dark stares pierced him deep inside of his chest as if they’re watching his every little move.

“I don’t see any point living here longer when it’s obviously that I’m not welcoming here.” Saitou explained. “In fact, I need to report to the Commander and Vice-Commander about whatever news I’ve got at the abandon shop.”

…wait. Why did the indigo told his enemy everything about this? Damn… the younger man bet that the Demon was definitely going to end his life by now. …Well, it’s too late to take it back.

With a long paused, after the Demon had puffed out another smoke from his lips, eyes wandered on the night scenery of Demon Village, replying with a very unlikely quiet tone.

“There’s no point to report whatever last night to the Shinsengumi now.”

“What do you.. mean?”

Saitou narrowed his eyes deeper on the Demon’s gorgeous figure.

What does he meant by that? True that he couldn’t find Kodou’s whereabouts from them and all. The least he knew that the abandon shop was several members of Satsuma-han’s secret meeting.

“I’ve already take care everything of them. They won’t come anymore.”

“What are you trying to—“

Before the younger man could speak more, the longer he stared into the Demon’s crimson orbs, the more he understood of his words.

He killed them all.

Every single member in that place.

Why…?

Saitou wondered.

How could the blonde-haired man managed to kill them all..?

…

No.

For a powerful ronin such as Kazama Chikage, killing those ronins were like stepping on a thousand of small ants with a boot.

But more importantly is

How could he do this…?

How could he—an enemy of Shinsengumi, killed his own allies?

Wasn’t he siding along with Satsuma-han?

“Why…?” Saitou murmured quietly.

Took out another smoke from his elegant lips, Kazama spoke with a very bored and dull tone:

“Stupid humans such as them aren’t worthy to exist here.”

Stupid, huh…?

Was he included in ‘stupid human’ as well…?

“If I’m one of this ‘stupid human’, why won’t you kill me as well?”

“Hmm… who knows.” Kazama’s smirk began to form on his lips as he continuedly put the kiseru back on his lips.

When Saitou lets his head down on the floor, it took a moments then the Demon had started to leave from the windowsill then. The Demon’s figure began to come closer to the younger man. Letting the indigo’s guard down, Saitou didn’t expected received a kiss from the Demon. The indigo was expected that his lips were rough like a bark of wood. Instead, it was very soft like sakura petals that were dancing around him. His enemy’s strong arms enwrapped around Saitou’s small body very slowly as if he wants to give a permission to let his body closed to his. When the Demon licked the younger man’s lower lip, not knowing what he’s doing; Saitou opened his cavern wider and lets the Demon devoured him everything.

“U-Ummmpgh…”

The indigo jumped slightly at a strange liquid poured deep into his cavern from Kazama’s.

Since when he—

Swallowing at whatever his enemy gave him into his throat, the blonde-haired man parting his lips away from Saitou’s. Their saliva began to create a bridge between Saitou’s to the Demon’s.

His mind and vision began to blur before he could let his slumber take his control him, the indigo murmured:

“Wh-what was..”

“Medicine.” Kazama answered. “Now sleep.”

Before Saitou could reached him to ask more, the Demon’s figure started to lay down on the futon next to Saitou.

His vision has finally fell into a pitch of darkness then.

Morning came, Saitou fluttering his eyes opened upon of hearing birds tweeting in early morning in sweetly. The wind breeze his soft hair like a dancing tree.

The indigo sat up on his futon and took a glanced around the room to find the Demon’s presence. Not long after taking several glanced around the room, Saitou found him at the corner. He was wearing his usual white kimono with red and blue obi. The Demon wouldn’t forget on wearing his favourite dark-brown haori with his family crest.

When the Demon noticed the younger man has finally woke up, there was a smug on his face as if he was intending to tease the indigo in early morning such as this.

“Having a good sleep?”

“…Something like that.” Saitou murmured at that.

Kazama replied with a nod and started to speak when he lets his eyes wandered off to the door.

“The servant will prepare food for you. Try to be a good Bakufu dog.”

Before the noble demon intended to leave, the younger man stopped him.

“Where are you going?”

“To the Satsuma-han headquarter.” Kazama answered. “You might as well stay here for a few days until your injured heals.”

“Why are you.. doing this to me?”

Kazama didn’t hesitated answer while there was still his usual arrogant smirk on his face.

“Just a… demon’s instinct.”

“Wh…”

Before Saitou speak more, Kazama had already leaves the room.

The younger man sighed.

Just what the Demon is trying to scheme of anyway..? Why would he treated him as if the younger man is… some kind of special guest?

His thought soon drifted away as the servant entered the room with a knock. Despite being a servant, he’s still young, but maybe a bit older than Heisuke. He brought a tray of food with a cup of tea.

“Here’s your food ordered by Lord Kazama.”

“Ah… thank you.” Saitou nodded in politely.

It wasn’t that long after then that the servant jumped slightly at the strange smell he felt around the room. As he lets his eyes laid into Saitou’s, the indigo haired man tilted his head in confused when the servant looked at him in suspicious and maybe… feared as well?

What’s wrong with him—

Once he had finished putting the food down on the tatami, the servant bowed before taking a leave in nervously.

What was that all about…?

Gazing his eyes down on his food, Saitou couldn’t helped but having a bad feeling when the servant looked into his eyes just now.

Could it be…

He’s a bit shocked to see a human’s presence in the Demon’s World?

The younger man knew that staying a stranger place was a very bad idea. Just what the Demon’s thinking anyway?

Well.. it wouldn’t hurt to stay here a little bit longer until the Demon returning home.

Once the sun had almost reached to the horizon, the sky has turned into red-orange colored. Several demons in the village were having their usual peaceful life where they didn’t give any care about what’s gonna happened to the Human’s world.

After taking a warm bath, Saitou wears a light-green kimono with a pattern of sunflower on his lower-right part. The clothes was a little big for him, but at least it didn’t slipped off his body that easily.

Most of his time for a whole day while waiting Kazama, Saitou took a walk around the big manor so that he could remember which rooms he should go and all. The Kazama Mansion was pretty big, he has to say. It’s even bigger than the one he and the Shinsengumi stayed before Nishi Hongwanji Temple. There are several rooms in there. Some of them are guests room, dining, living and even a study room as well.

Well, he must be a noble demon or something.

Also, Saitou has to make sure to avoid from getting closer to the servants’ presence so that he won’t make the mansion turned into chaos just because the Demon of the West brought a human here.

After satisfied walking around the mansion, Saitou returned back to the chamber room where he and the Demon slept on the same futon that night. The room around here was pretty wide he has to say. At the corner of this room, there was a small table with papers and brush along with ink-bottle. Next to the Demon’s table, there’s also a bookshelf. Taking a peek on the bookshelf, most books were about history, swordsmanship and some folklore as well.

Saitou blinked. Somehow, he couldn’t really imagined to see the Demon is the kind of person who enjoyed reading especially folklore before.

Shaking his head out of those thought, Saitou intended to return back to where he usually sit. However, as his eyes laid on Kazama’s table, he noticed how the table was full of mess with papers. He couldn’t helped but reminded him of so much who’d forgot to tidy his table up after finishing his work.

He wondered why the servant didn’t clean his table up? …Or maybe the Demon wouldn’t let any servant enter his room whether they’re dusty or not…

Without realizing it, Saitou began to tidy the small table. Wiping some stain of black ink with a cloth on the table until there isn’t any single black spot on the table.

Done.

Wiping his sweat on his forehead with his back of hand, the clothes that the servant preparing him already dirty. Well, he should take another bath then..

Once he took a second time of bath, Saitou changed into a new clothes, this time, a blue yukata with a wave pattern. Entering to the Demon of the West’s chamber room, Saitou sat on the tatami very quietly while meditating.

It’s a good way to wait the Demon return in patiently then.

“Oh? What’s this?”

The Demon’s words bring Saitou back to the reality.

The indigo eyed on the man behind him as he took a glanced around the room with a hidden of amazed behind on those crimson orbs.

“I never expected you’re quite capable on cleaning up my study room. I’m impressed.”

“It’s just normal.” Saitou stated. “Since we don’t have servants compared to you, each of us has a turn to clean the headquarter.”

“So that’s how it is.” Kazama murmured softly. With that, the noble demon began to take off his dark-brown haori, and grabbed his kiseru.

The indigo was expecting that the Demon was intending to smoke on his favourite spot. However, this time, he sat next to Saitou while the younger man took a short meditating to empty his mind. It was very quiet between them. There isn’t any awkward this time as Saitou has gotten used to be next to the Demon’s presence for the second day by now. Neither Kazama intending to give an ambush attack nor trying to kill him. As for the Demon, he pretty quite enjoyed getting closer to the indigo’s presence little by little. Usually, he would like to experiment the human’s heart by being sarcastic until Saitou snapped and sometimes shows him a little interest and kind toward him.

Once Saitou decided to stop meditating, he let his eyes opened slowly and gazed to the Demon, who’s enjoying staring at the younger man in full of interested. Whatever kind of expression Kazama giving, he had no intention malice on him.

Moving his eyes on elsewhere, Saitou could hear the Demon chuckled lightly and whispered of ‘looks like he won’ from the staring competition.

When he realized he’s been fooling around in this manor, the indigo-haired man had decided it’s almost about time to leave in this village by now.

He shouldn’t be here any longer.

He’s a human.

There’s no such thing as human living in a different world except his own.

He had just break the Kami’s rule where there’s no such thing as humans and demons could live together.

Gripping his hands on his hips tightly, Saitou took out a soft sigh from his lips.

“I need to leave.” Saitou’s words were short, yet his tone was cold and hard like his blade that he often wield. Eyes were cold like an iceberg as well, but a little gentle behind on it.

As Saitou finally laid his eyes into the Demon, Kazama continuedly smoking with his kiseru for a few moments. When more than seconds had passed, the younger man was thought the noble demon didn’t heard it very well so he intended to repeat once more. But before he could open his lips, the Demon finally answered:

“Haven’t I told you that morning?” Kazama said. “You might as well stay here for a few days until your injured heals.”

“My injured already healed since yesterday. I don’t see any point someone like you to worry—“

“And what about that below part?”

“…”

The indigo-haired didn’t reply anything at that in which, brings the Demon chuckled in amusing but soon his usual sarcastic smile disappeared.

“While your body hasn’t… pure yet, you might as well stay here for a few days. I’ll take a responsible for cleaning you after all those worthless insects done to you that night.”

“Why would you do that?”

Kazama curled his lips upward, his usual sarcastic smug is back on his face again.

“Just a… demon’s instinct.”

Saitou blinked at those words. When he tried to speak, his chin getting cupped by a very strong and callous fingers.

It was Kazama’s.

Eyes gazing into each other as if those are the only thing both men could only do in this world. Moving closer to Saitou’s personal space, Kazama gave him a hungry as he dropped his kiseru on elsewhere while pinned the other man down on the futon. The Demon had always a greatest desire to devour Saitou’s lips already. It were so cute and soft that he needed to torture it until it turned red.

While busying himself with kissing the other man, Kazama used his free hand to strip Saitou’s clothes slightly so that he could give a caressed on his muscular arms in tenderly. He admired how strong and hard Saitou’s muscles are. It’s  just shows him how hardworking this man with training in non-stop. Also, he had heard rumors from all over members of Satsuma-han that a certain member of the Shinsengumi was training on waterfall while spending himself fighting a bear if he had encounter. Whoever person that training there must be Saitou then.

When the Demon noticed the indigo was about to fall into conscious, he finally parted his lips away, letting their saliva connected to each of their tongue. Gazing down on him, the younger man’s eyes filled nothing except hazy. Cheeks and ears tinted with a deep scarlet colored. Catching his breathed in erotically, the Demon of the West has the deepest urged to pawn him down on the futon by now. But not wanting to do something without the indigo’s will, Kazama gave his forehead a kiss on Saitou’s small forehead as well. The noble demon whispered quietly:

“Today, I won’t do anything that against your will.” With that, Kazama moved his body next to Saitou, as he intended to go to sleep.

As soon as the noble demon could sense a stare from the younger man, it took several moments then Saitou finally spoke with a hoarse tone.

“…Alright.”

Kazama glanced on Saitou, raising his eyebrow in confusion, in which, Saitou continued once more, “I’ll stay here.. just as you’ve asked for. But I won’t be here longer.”

He didn’t know why did he accept Kazama’s offer. Maybe it’s an opportunity to get to know of his enemy very closely. Maybe if he’d observes him, he would find out at whatever the Satsuma-han is scheming of.

With an unexpected answer, the Demon widen his eyes opened in shock. But it takes more than seconds then he replied with widening his smug.

Moving his strong hand on Saitou’s cheeks, Kazama caressed the other man’s cheek in tenderly, as Saitou looked quite pleasant getting a soft caress on his cheek. And the next thing he knew, he finally falls asleep in comfortably.

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Ever since then, the indigo-haired man accepted the Demon’s offer and started to stay in the manor of the Demon of the West for 5 days by now as a… guest. Saitou mostly spends most of his life by following the blonde-hiared demon’s broad back as if he was one of Oni Trio group. After observing the mysteries demon of the West who was supposed to be a threat for the Shinsengumi, the indigo-haired man realized that he’s so-called enemy had no malice intention to destroy the Shinsengumi nor killing them. For 5 days in a row together with the Demon, Saitou would often sees Kazama lazing at the porch of his manor while enjoyed at the peaceful of quiet in the Demon Village despite they can still hear the sound of maniacally laughter from the abominations, that’s what Kazama described of Rasetsu. But at the same time, the blonde-haired Oni would also on continuedly on aiding the indigo like a patient and… ‘clean’ him after a horrible event happened that night at the abandon house.

Funny how the noble demon didn’t relied on his servants to clean him. But it probably because the demon didn’t want his servants to feel suspicious as to why the Demon of the West would bring a mere human such as Saitou in the Hidden Demon Village of the West. That could ruin his reputation as the Head of the Pureblooded Demon of the West by now.

When the moonlight had starting to reach at the above night sky, the indigo wondered deeper. Having living here like a home, Saitou still hasn’t found any answer as to why an enemy of the Shinsengumi such as Kazama Chikage, himself would rescue someone like him; didn’t he finds them all disgusting when they would drink the Ochimizu whether they would lose their sanity or not? So why would the noble demon becomes a savior to him?

He sighed, feeling slightly exhausting just thinking about that. When his eyes wandered to the beautiful full moon, his thought about Kazama soon changed to none other than the Vice-Commander, the gorgeous and charming Hijikata Toshizou.

The indigo-haired man couldn’t helped but to admire his beauty very truly. Everything’s about Hijikata always fascinating one. His soft and gorgeous raven hair like a streaming river. Gentle onyx orbs. And those soft lips like a sakura petal in a spring season. Oh how Saitou wished he wanted to see the Demon Vice-Commander again. Then again, he doubted that the noble demon would let him leave without a permission. But just what does he think he is, anyway? Did he thinks that the indigo is his some kind of prisoner or something? …Well, calling himself as a prisoner looks quite a bit harsh. Then again, Kazama does often see almost all humans as an insect which is, the Demon’s word was pretty much harsher than the indigo’s.

I wonder how’s Fukuchou and the others are…,Saitou thought to himself, wondered how everyone’s in the Nishi Hongwaji Temple are.

It’s already 5 days he hadn’t returned to the headquarter by now. It’s obvious that everyone in the Nishi Hongwaji Temple noticed of his disappearance by now. Especially Hijikata.

What kind of expression would Hijikata makes when he realized that the indigo had disappeared? Would he feels frustrated like a worrywart mother hen? Angry? Irritated? Or what’s worse, disappointing?

The thought of seeing Hijikata disappointing face is one of the biggest fear Saitou has ever had. He had always tried his very best to make the raven so proud so that he won’t see or hear the Vice-Commander upsetting or disappointing mumbling or groaning. Whether it’s his selfishness or not, he had always wanted Hijikata to see him a better captain compared to other captains. Until the very end, he would follow to where Hijikata go and died along next to his body, as long as what he believes is right.

“How long should I stay here?”

He questioned to the lonely wind in frustrated, sighed as loud as he could.

It’s drivin’ him crazy already!

He can’t just stay here for like forever by now.

Sitting on the tatami while waiting the Demon of the West returned back from the Satsuma-han headquarter wouldn’t helped him anything at all. Standing up from his place then, Saitou grabbed his swords at the corner of the Demon’s chamber bedroom and putting on his hips before take on his heels to leave the room.

Coincidently, as Saitou opened the shoji door, the presence of the Lord Demon of the West had appeared in front of him. That’s great.

Kazama eyed on Saitou’s swords on his hips and back to the ocean-blue orbs one, his eyes narrowed deeper onto the younger man’s eyes.

“What’s going on?”

“I need to leave.”

“Why?”

“Obviously I can’t stay here longer. Neither I want any other demons beside you finding out that there’s a living human here.”

With that, Kazama remained quiet while he’s still gazing into Saitou’s cold like an icicle orbs. Both men gazing into each other as they are too stubborn to turn away until the Demon of the West finally opened his lips with a sigh.

“Fine.” He mumbled. “You’ll be leaving by early dawn.” With that, Kazama grabbed his kiseru on the table and sat on the windowsill while watching other demons living in peaceful.

“I have a question for you.”

“And, what is?”

“Why did you saved me?” Saitou asked desperately. If the members of the Satsuma-han that raped him had been killed by the demon’s hand, why wouldn’t he ended his life as well? Wouldn’t it be easier?

“Who knows?” Kazama chuckled lightly as if he was playing the indigo’s heart. He noticed the other man began to turn his knuckle into fist, didn’t cared if Saitou had dug his nails deeper into his fragile skin until a bead of blood started to form. Kazama finds the human amusing seeing him looks frustrated and confused.

“Those kind of humans were pretty worthless and weak. Such as them shouldn’t be in an amazing human world.”

“So why won’t you end of me as well?!” Saitou didn’t realized until now that he had just raised his voice to the demon. Tears slowly began to form on his eyes by now but he tried so much not to show his weakness to his own enemy.

Kazama had been watching him since the indigo accidently raised his voice. There was an expressionless on his face as if he had starting to find the toy that he recently found is bored. Eyes wandered to the elegant window, the Demon spoke:

“Do you describe yourself as a worthless and weak insect then?”

“What..?”

When the younger man murmured that, Kazama’s eyes returned back to the indigo.

“Do you describe the Shinsengumi along with you as a worthless and weak insect, then?” Kazama repeated, but this time, adding with the Shinsengumi.

Saitou couldn’t helped but finding his heart completely shattered just hearing the Shinsengumi is worthless and weak as well.

No..

He wasn’t meant by that..

Stop..!

“I’ve heard a few rumors that you, along with Shinsengumi are one of the most strong and fearful samurai around in the Kyoto. ..I guess the rumors are fake huh?”

Stop that..!

“Who ordered you to come to those pathetic house, Hijikata? He sure has some guts despite having a title as this-so-called Oni no Fukuchou.”

D-Don’t blame Hijikata….!

“Just what is the Shinsengumi is fighting for? Money? Power? Reputation? You do realized those kind of wish are one of the most selfish desire they’ve ever had.” Smoking with his kiseru, Kazama blew out of the smoke on his lips and began to speak once more, “I don’t see a point for the Shinsengumi to spy on Satsuma-han like that. Trying to find a news by eavesdropping at the isolate room is one of the stupidiest thing has human ever done. Doesn’t they have given a better task than this?”

“Don’t blame the Shinsengumi for this! I’m the one to be at fault! I’ll let my guard down!”

At that, the indigo finds himself hard to breathe upon for raising his voice for the second times toward the Demon.

The noble demon hasn’t spoke any word yet. His eyes gazed into the the younger man who looked quite pathetic in the Shinsengumi’s point of view. But to Kazama, he finds this kind of side from Saitou is actually… cute.

“Why do you think of the Shinsengumi and Hijikata so highly?”

The indigo didn’t spoke anything, letting his cold eyes pierced deep into the crimson as he still hasn’t enough oxygen. His cheeks were in a deep scarlet colored. Sweats began to form all over his face, neck, hands and body as well.

“Don’t you think you’ve actually been fooled of yourself?” The Demon started. “You’ve been fooled by those wild dogs. Fooled by the-so-called Oni no Fukuchou. You’re just a dog who’s needs a food to survive. But once you’ve slowly die, they’re no longer needs you and you’ll get thrown away like piece of trash. Like a dying puppy who’ll slowly become a stench corpse on the street. Is that how you want your fate to be?”

“You’re wrong!” Saitou exclaimed unexpectedly. “The Shinsengumi had never wanted any of this. Neither have they fought for money or power. They’re all fighting and protecting everyone for honor.”

“Ho..? I never imagined you could speak that way before. I was expecting you’re the kind of ronin who remained silent and let people insult something terrible from the back.” Kazama said in amusing as he put his callous fingers on his chin, there was his usual smug on his face.

Saitou bit his lower lip to keep his usual stoic and quiet attitude on his mask. He can’t let himself getting so-called-exploding like Hijikata just because of the Demon’s insult and sarcastic.

“I believed the Shinsengumi.” The indigo began. “I believed of whatever they lead to me. They acknowledge of my ability and strength.” Saitou has to say, he isn’t the kind of person who would tell his past to anyone, not even Souji, Hijikata or even his trustful captains. And definitely not his own enemy. Especially Kazama Chikage. However, maybe if he told the Demon about this, he might changed his mind of how he seeing his own enemies, especially the Shinsengumi. “I wield using my left hand. I’ve trained a few dojos but either of them had accepted me for who I am or my ability. But when I met them, they never think of me cheated. Instead, they admired of my ability. They saved me, so… the only I can do to for now is to follow them wherever they go and fight for until the very end. even if it means to throw me away if I dying.”

Even if it has to die as well.

And dying like a bakufu dog just as Kazama had stated a moment ago.

As long as he’d choose the right path of bushido way,

then, he’ll willing to be with them.

“Ho… as I thought.”

Saitou laid his eyes into the Demon when he started to murmur something.

“As I thought the bakufu dogs from Shinsengumi can be quite… intriguing.”

His cold and bored expression had disappeared and soon changed into interesting and amusing back.

Saitou blinked at that part, not knowing what the heck is the Demon mumbled about. Possibly he had known the Shisengumi weren’t an ordinary ronin that the Demon often encountered.. maybe?

“As I expected, examining a quiet, yet obedient bakufu dog is… worthful.”

“What are.. you trying to say…?”

Widening his smug on his face then, Kazama moved closer to the indigo’s figure while leaving his kiseru on the windowsill.

When his enemy started to move slow, yet elegantly, Saitou felt an urged to move backward and so he did, until his back began to lean against the wall, letting himself getting entrapped by Kazama’s gorgeous figure. His strong and hard arm pinned on the wall as well as if the Demon wouldn’t let the younger man leaves him from somewhere else beside the chamber room.

There was a dark smug on the blonde-haired man’s face. But it wasn’t in malice or dangerous way actually. It was most likely to be… taken a deep interested on the younger man more and more. Using his free hand with raising Saitou’s chin to make sure their eyes collided into each other, Saitou finds his body paralyzed upon of seeing a dark expression from his enemy’s face. As if, the Demon had already put him a curse the moment he let the younger man’s eyes laid into the blonde-haired man.

When none of them make any move or speak a word, Kazama started first with tilting his head closer to Saitou so that he could taste the indigo’s soft lips once more. The Demon finds himself quite addicted on the younger man’s lips by now. The first thing Kazama ever wanted to do is obviously devoured the other man’s lips with non-stop. When Saitou finally gave the Demon a permission to deepen their kisses by opening his mouth wider, the blonde-haired man began to put his tongue into Saitou’s cavern then, tasting everything inside of the younger man’s small mouth. While he’s been focusing on kissing Saitou deeper, the indigo’s small hands began to move on his broad while the other was playing his gorgeous golden hair.

To think, a human such as Saitou would dare touch his gorgeous hair..

Parting his lips away from Saitou, hot breathes caressed on their faces each other, eyes filled with desire and lust. Once the Demon got enough air to move, he tilted his face to Saitou’s sensitive ear; lick, nibble, bite, and doing everything he can to torture Saitou’s cute and fragile ear. Each moan and whine that Saitou released often brings the Demon’s quite horny. He doesn’t usual get excited on anyone, not even a mere human or a demon woman. Though it usually depends on how deep interested the Demon of the West has toward to other person.

“K-Kazama…”

The way how the younger man moaned his name really brings Kazama excited even more. He growled under the indigo’s chin. Damn… stop seducing by whining his name as if he wants the Demon to pawn him on the tatami by now.. Reaching his limits, Kazama brings Saitou down on the futon and started to strip his yukata and so as himself. It was big enough for them to sleep together.

While watching the other man giving him a sweet pleasure, the indigo’s eyes wandered on Kazama’s free hand as he searched something in the drawer. After he finally found what he was looking for, Saitou’s eyes still gazed on a small bottle.

..Is that lubricate?

Moving down on Saitou’s private part, the Demon started licking and biting on Saitou’s curvy and attractive hip on seductively. Kissing on the bite mark that he left, in which, brings Saitou felt an urged to flush in red already. Once he has done another work on the other hip, Kazama opened the bottle to coating his fingers with jasmine-flavoured lubricate.

Putting his first finger on Saitou’s cute hole, his eyes gazed on the indigo’s lust face.

“Bakufu dog,” The Demon called. “Do you want to go a little further or not? We can stop right now.”

Stop? Now?

Is that Demon freakin crazy or something? Why at a time like this he has to stop? He should’ve stop before he stripped his clothes already..

Saitou’s answered was nothing except giving the Demon a glared of ‘Stop talking, just do it already’.

Once the blonde-haired man understood the other man’s answer, his smirk began to wide in amusing as he started to insert first finger inside Saitou’s deep hole.

The indigo replied with a soft, yet erotic moan. Not wanting to release more weird sound on his lips, Saitou put his palm of hands on his lips.

Crawling deep inside Saitou’s, Kazama began to add more when the other man has getting used to it until 3. The more fingers the Demon adding, the lewder Saitou’s voice has gotten become. As he continuedly thrusting Saitou’s inside deeper and deeper to find his prostate, not longer after then, the younger man’s mind turned white like a radiant of light, he let his voice slipped from his lips at that.

Feeling slightly confused, Saitou’s lusty eyes gazed on Kazama’s filled with curiousity.

“Wha.. what was…”

“So that’s where your prostate is.” Kazama replied with a wide smirk.

“Pro-prostate…?”

Too hazy to think of, the Demon started to thrust Saitou’s sensitive spot over and over until he can no longer moaned out anymore.

Once Kazama has taken out his fingers, he turned the indigo’s body around to make the position felt better. Exchanging his fingers to his manhood, the Demon began to insert it with a full-speed thrust.

Hearing Saitou’s half-pain and half-pleasure moaned, the Demon played his lips to distract from the pain, make sure the indigo focused on his lips only. As Saitou’s pain started to disappear slowly, Kazama started to pull out and entered it once more in a fast pace. Each thrusted gave Saitou released such a cute and sweet whine and moan.

The indigo wasn’t sure how did it happened between them. They’re meant to be enemies. And yet, this isn’t something kind of angry sex that Saitou has thought of. Instead, it was one of the most sweet and awesome sex that he’d experienced of compared to that night… he was expecting that the Demon was pretty aggressive and brutal in sex as well. But he was wrong. He was quite good on this kind of thing. He’s even a little gentle despite siding along with Satsuma-han.. …Or maybe he had slept with women that’s why he’s quite capable on it.

After several thrusted then, Saitou has finally reached his climax, giving a very last moaned on his lips, white liquid finally released. As soon as everything calmed down, he finds his body getting exhausted and not so long after this, he finds his head rested on the Demon’s muscular arm, in which, it took a right time for the Demon to put the indigo’s head on his.

Dawn’s coming. It took some times Saitou managed to wake himself up. Getting up from the futon, the indigo could hear a soft snore somewhere in the room. Taking a glanced on it, he finally found whoever snoring and it was none other than the Demon. The noble demon was having a good sleep. And Saitou couldn’t helped but finds the Demon’s sleeping look pleasant.

He still can’t believed how it turned out between them that night. There are many Demon’s words that he couldn’t figured out. Either of them doesn’t has to do with being enemies or their hatred to each other.

What could it be he wondered..?

Standing up from the futon, Saitou grabbed the yukata to warp around on his naked body before readying himself to get ready to take a shower and leave the Hidden Demon Village just as they promised.

-/-

And so, Saitou had finally changed himself into his usual black and plain kimono. Thanks to the servants from the Demon of the West’s manor, his clothes had a pleasant fragrance that reminds him of taking a break in the deep forest with a very soft breeze around him. Not wanting to cause the village in chaos, Saitou didn’t wear the Shinsengumi light-blue haori. Instead, he held it along with his headgear.

Once everything’s ready, Saitou searched the noble demon whom still enjoying a peace and quiet atmosphere at the porch while taking a sip a very strong Sake, although Kazama is not lightheaded as Hijikata is.

But still, since when had Kazama taken a shower actually..?

…

Ah… that’s right. This is a manor of course. The Demon probably own 3 or maybe 5 bathrooms actually.

While leaving those thought away, Saitou couldn’t helped but finding the Demon’s strong back quite attractive one. The longer he gazed on the other man’s back, he started realized he’s been wasting his time although he was suppose to return back to the Shinsengumi headquarter as soon as possible.

“I’m done.” Saitou spoke with his usual monotone voiced.

It took a moment then Kazama replied with muttering over something about… maybe the Sake wasn’t strong enough to drunk him? The Demon stood up from the porch and started to wear a haori with a family crest on the back.

“Should we go?”

The indigo replied with a nod as he started to walk at the back of the Demon’s in which, it reminded him of so much of following at the back of the Vice-Commander of the Shinsengumi.

The thought of that man makes him eagerly to see the raven-haired man again.

Then again, what’s gonna happened to this man then…?

As the two men walked all the way to the gate of the Demon’s World, Saitou noticed how the Hidden Demon Village is a very peaceful one despite there’s going to have a war sooner or later. According from Kazama, he has to make sure the demons from the West lived in peaceful and make sure to avoid from joining a war, whether they’re warriors or no.

Beside from that, every time the Demon of the West passed to the other demons, the villagers gave him a bow in full of respected. By looking of it, there are a few villagers were quite admired the Demon, while several of them feared him as well.

So this is how being the Head of the Demon is like…

Almost like forever then, two men had finally arrived at the gate of the Demon World. A familiar red-headed man, Amagiri had been stood there since yesterday, taking a guess that it was his turn to keep an eyed on the village.

“Amagiri, I’m sending him off from this village. Keep an eyed on the village while I’m gone.”

Amagiri didn’t hesitated bowed him in full of respected as well, spoke with a very gentle that Saitou used to hear back when both of them were Hamaguri Gate.

“Of course, Kazama-sama. Saitou-kun, it’s good to see you here.”

“Ah yes… it’s good to see you as well.”

Saitou replied with his usual quiet tone, didn’t expected to speak with the red-headed man once more.

With that, Amagiri leaves the two men alone as they finally arrived at the gate of the Demon World that could reach to the Human’s World.

"Well, I think this is where we should part away by now. Times sure does flies very quickly between us," Kazama chuckled deeply at that.

Saitou nodded quietly, lowering his body slightly to show some manner, despite he is one of the most dangerous enemy in the Shinsengumi. After all, the Demon does saved him from that night. He should be grateful to have a savior such as him. Despite he can be a totally asshole and sarcastic Oni.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Kazama. I owe you for everything."

Despite the indigo spoke that, they eventually greet each other between swords rather than returning the Demon's kindness back.

Would he ever sees this kind of side from his enemy's again the next time?

...No.

There won't be next time anymore.

As much as he had a great desire to stay with the Demon longer, he knew that being someone like him is impossible. He’s a member of Satsuma-han, while the indigo’s belonged to the Shinsengumi. There’s no such thing as getting along with someone who’s from an enemy’s group.

"Your name?"

Saitou raised his face in perplexed at the sudden of question in which the noble Demon repeated once more.

"I suppose that it would be better if we introduce properly. ...Or maybe you won't mind me calling you Bakufu Dog then."

Kazama chuckled at that part. Being a sarcastic Oni as ever.

Saitou remained quiet then, tried to stand properly like an exotic statue, while his eyes were still gazed into the Demon's gorgeous figure. The indigo finally replied the Demon's question with his usual monotone voice yet hidden of gentle and determine one.

"Captain of the 3rd Division from Shinsengumi, Saitou Hajime."

"Saitou, huh?" Kazama whispered the indigo-haired man's name very softly. He couldn't helped but finds himself pleasing just whispering the younger man's name. He wondered what made him feels this way knowing that he had never take an interest on any human before.

But Saitou..

Saitou is different.

"My name is Kazama Chikage. As you may already know, I'm also a Pureblooded Demon from the West."

"You've already told me that."

Kazama replied with a smug on his face. Taking a few stepped in front of the indigo's figure and let his fingers played around Saitou's gorgeous indigo hair.

The quiet ronin couldn't helped but slightly shivered at the feeling of other man's fingers combing down his hair. None of man would ever dare played it before except

Hijikata.

And maybe Souji as well.

"The next time," Kazama began, fingers were still buried on the younger man's hair. "when our swords clash with each other, we won't be enemies from now on."

Slightly perplexed at the Demon's words, Saitou grabbed the Demon's wrist gesturing him to stop playing it, hesitatedly bowed in respectful once again before turning on his heel to leave the Demon's World.

Several steps later, his foot then stopped in stubbornly. It was as if, his selfish thought doesn’t want to leave this world yet. He wanted so much to stay with the Demon’s kind side a little longer. …or maybe forever. How could a strong enemy such as Kazama Chikage could treat him this way as if he was so special? Is there any reason why he would do that to the indigo’s

It wasn’t last long after then the Demon noticed how the younger man suddenly stopped in mid-walking.

"What's wrong?"

Saitou replied with a little hesitate and quite

"…Nothing.”

"That doesn't looks like nothing at all."

With that, the indigo remained quiet, didn't spoke anything else nor answering the Demon's question.

When the Demon’s footstep getting closer to Saitou’s, the indigo jumped slightly when the noble demon held his hand. It was as if his hand had a static.

The blonde-haired man gave his usual smug on his face as if he had read whatever behind on Saitou’s cold mask.

“I’ll take you back to the Shinsengumi headquarter.”

“Eh..?”

“What? This is what you wanted right? You’re going to miss me so much so the least you would like to see for the very last moment is bringing you to the headquarter, yes?”

“…I never said I’m going to miss you.”

“True. But what about your selfish thought?”

“…”

When Saitou didn’t replied anything, remaining silent as usual, Kazama gave a deep chuckled on his elegant lips.

“You know, you should try to be honest every once in a while, especially to me. After all, if our swords we won’t be enemies anymore.”

Being honest, huh…?

“How can you tell? You’re an ally of Satsuma-han, right? Why would you be friendly to your own enemy?”

“I have a certain reason why I’m siding with them. I won’t help the Satsuma-han that longer, however.”

At that, Saitou couldn’t helped but to blink at those words.

What..?

Does he meant, he never wanted to side Satsuma-han all this time?

Then why is he—

“Well, should we go?”

Saitou let his eyes wandered down on their feet. Biting his lower lips, he finally spoke:

“…I can’t.”

Kazama sighed. But before the noble demon could speak, Saitou began first.

“My legs are still sore from last night.”

There was a very long quiet moment between. It wasn’t awkward one actually. But the Demon was gapped like a fish to hear those words from the younger man’s soft lips. It wasn’t long after then, his shock and surprise expression on his face changed into half-wicked and amusing smirk on his gorgeous face.

“Oh? So that’s how it is.” Kazama gave a soft chuckled. “In that case, I have to carry you all the way to the Shinsengumi headquarter huh?”

Saitou replied with a nod. No words he needed to speak.

The Demon continued on smirking. Ah… so this is how Saitou’s being honest, huh?

The blonde-haired man started to carry the younger man in a bridal-styled, Kazama began to turn on his heels with his demon ability of superspeed. Despite how fast and quick the Demon is, to Saitou, it’s almost like the time between them was stop. As if the world was trying to let the indigo stays with him for a little longer whether he eventually kills him and vice versa. Snuggling his head closer on his broad-chested, Saitou couldn’t help but felt envy on him as to how the Demon had such a gorgeous body. Arms were strong and hard like a katana blade. His chest was broad and more muscular compare to himself. If the only he was born to have a same body as Kazama’s… would Hijikata ever finds him attractive by now. The thought of it it brings Saitou flushed in red from thinking the amazing Vice-Commander in his head.

It wasn’t last long after then they finally arrived at the Shinsengumi headquarter. Knowing that several members of the Shinsengumi mostly Fury Corps were taking a night shift, Kazama jumped off of the roof until they found the indigo’s room.

Putting the younger man’s body down on the wooden floor, Saitou could had a greatest desire to be closer with the Demon more and more. However, it’s impossible.

It’s unfair how both of them were meant to be enemies.

But…

“I have a certain reason why I’m siding with them”

Those words bothered Saitou slightly.

It wasn’t that long then the Demon’s voice snapped him back to the reality.

“Well then, this is our last time to see each other for today.”

“What do you mean by.. today?”

Does he meant he’s going to see him again? Here?

Kazama replied with a smirk as if Saitou asked one of a hilarious question he ever hears.

“Sort of..”

When no words express to each other then Saitou let his face gazed down on the floor, willing rather not to see the Demon disappeared in a thin of air in front of his face.

His expectation, however, was wrong. Instead of the Demon disappeared like a wind, Kazama lifted Saitou’s chin up so that their eyes could clashed each other and the next moment, their lips landed on each others.

His kisses were like a poison to him. Each kisses, nibbles and bites he received, he could felt his body, arms and legs are starting to numb. It was as if, the Demon has a special saliva that could make a human’s body weaken for several moments. It’s funny how the indigo loved how dominating the Demon is. Despite getting dominated by a sadistic demon, he enjoyed his lips getting tortured by the Demon’s aggressive lips.

There’s no doubt that Saitou’s definitely a masochist huh?

Each small whine and moan Saitou made brings Kazama excited even more as his kisses began turned into rougher and deeper than usually. His lips moved to Saitou’s sensitive ear, then sucking his chin, reached to adam’s apple. Before Kazama could untie the indigo’s obi, footsteps coming this way.

Kazama gave a growled in threatening to whoever the intruder is. But he let it be as he had satisfied devour Saitou’s fragile lips, and hearing his sweet and erotic moan.

“This world can be quite cruel, huh?” Kazama sighed. “Now then, I should take a leave by now. Let’s meet each other later and… have a sweet dream, Saitou.”

With that, the Demon presence has finally disappeared along with the winds. Although he was no longer here, Saitou could still felt the warmth feeling on his red and swollen lips. Caressed on his lips for the last time, he entered to his room and ignored other members of the Shinsengumi presence whom they gapped like a fish to see Saitou right there after all he had disappeared for almost like a week.

What matters him the most now about none other than Kazama Chikage.

Putting his head down on his pillow, his eyes gazed on the wooden ceiling above. To think, Saitou eventually no longer sees that man as an enemy anymore. Neither ally as well. He was more like… maybe between them? What might happened if Kazama hadn’t been the one that saved him? Would those members of Satsuma-han would locked him into the abandon shop for eternity? The thought of stuck with them brings Saitou’s true nightmare begins already.

“When our swords clashed into each other, we won’t be enemies anymore.”

What are those sentences meant?

Does the Demon doesn’t want to be his enemy as well? Wasn’t he despised of humans and their selfish goal? So why of all the person he chose, why him? Despite he is a mastery of iai, that doesn’t mean he’s one of an amazing soldier in Shinsengumi. The one that meant to be is none other than between Kondou and Hijikata of course. No one is better in samurai beside those two men.

Too tired of thinking too much about this, his eyes slowly fluttering closed as he started to fall into a deep sleep.

The last thing he saw before his slumber taking over him is a beautiful full moon at the night scenery with thousands of stars.