Saitou Hajime (
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WHO: [Bad username or site: fuckingshogun title= @ livejournal.com] and OPEN
WHERE: Random City park #159
WHEN: Late Wednesday evening.
WARNINGS: Wordyness?
SUMMARY: Well porting back didn't have a good start like Saitou hoped it would, so he's gone off to mull a bit and get away to collect himself. Maybe be homesick, who knows.
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He'd actually gotten to go home.
At first, he was very skeptical when feeling that familiar pull of being dragged away from this reality. The last time it had happened, he'd been gone less than two days, at most. So this last time going home he'd figured it would be a repeat situation. Though, as he now knew, the Porter (since he had yet to find out about her real moniker) had actually granted him some sort of clemency and some extended time home with his family. It still bothered him, now back in the City, that he couldn't remember certain moments of being home... but there was nothing he could do here about it. That feeling of powerlessness against something so infallible bothered him more than he wanted it to.
And Elisa had had to see his video, of course. He scowled even now at the thought. Should have remembered enough when coming back in to filter his entries. But it was too late now. She was furious with him, as she should have been, and there was nothing he could do about that. Smoke an extra pack of cigarettes, maybe, to put his mind off it, but not much more than that. He had the sneaking feeling he was back on the police's Wanted List, because she'd been unusually quiet since then. Either that or she liked filtering things from him personally...
He groaned again as he sat down at a park bench, crossing his arms behind his neck and staring up at the streetlight nearby. Not the best of circumstances to arrive back to, at all. That and he still was unemployed and that made him pace restlessly like no other.
Too many problems, he thought to himself, letting out a sigh. At least for the moment he had some peace and quiet.
WHERE: Random City park #159
WHEN: Late Wednesday evening.
WARNINGS: Wordyness?
SUMMARY: Well porting back didn't have a good start like Saitou hoped it would, so he's gone off to mull a bit and get away to collect himself. Maybe be homesick, who knows.
FORMAT: Para
He'd actually gotten to go home.
At first, he was very skeptical when feeling that familiar pull of being dragged away from this reality. The last time it had happened, he'd been gone less than two days, at most. So this last time going home he'd figured it would be a repeat situation. Though, as he now knew, the Porter (since he had yet to find out about her real moniker) had actually granted him some sort of clemency and some extended time home with his family. It still bothered him, now back in the City, that he couldn't remember certain moments of being home... but there was nothing he could do here about it. That feeling of powerlessness against something so infallible bothered him more than he wanted it to.
And Elisa had had to see his video, of course. He scowled even now at the thought. Should have remembered enough when coming back in to filter his entries. But it was too late now. She was furious with him, as she should have been, and there was nothing he could do about that. Smoke an extra pack of cigarettes, maybe, to put his mind off it, but not much more than that. He had the sneaking feeling he was back on the police's Wanted List, because she'd been unusually quiet since then. Either that or she liked filtering things from him personally...
He groaned again as he sat down at a park bench, crossing his arms behind his neck and staring up at the streetlight nearby. Not the best of circumstances to arrive back to, at all. That and he still was unemployed and that made him pace restlessly like no other.
Too many problems, he thought to himself, letting out a sigh. At least for the moment he had some peace and quiet.
how could I not :)
Well, at least one of those people was back. The most important one, at that. But it did nothing to quell the rage he felt when he thought about Starscream and Soundwave and the fact that he couldn't do a damn thing about either of their murderers (for now).
And he always did his best thinking in parks. And he had decided that maybe it would be better to use his powers exclusively outdoors.
So here he was. Wandering out here when he probably should have been helping with Dancitron. Looking like enough of a threat that no one decided to bother him.
And of course the bench ahead was already occupied. Damn.
...By a certain someone. Not so damn.
Not that he was going to say a word before he got there. Saitou liked his peace and quiet. Far be it from him to ruin that too quickly.
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"Like minds, hm?"
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"Maybe I followed you here," he teased, knowing Saitou would see right through that. He would have known if anyone had been following him.
Kiryu flopped down next to him and stared up through the light at the sky. Barely four or five stars. Pathetic.
"It's quieter out here."
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Though he smirked a moment later and laughed softly, taking a drag of his cigarette before looking back over. Saitou had to admit, society had certainly improved a number of things, in this time. Cigarettes being one of them. He didn't particularly mind the idea of air-conditioning, either - especially with this record summer.
"It can be." Then he followed Kiryu's stare to see where he was looking. He recalled a few times in Peru that Kiryu had done the same thing, stargazing. Saitou hadn't really been interested but was certain that the City sky was much less clearer than it was in South America.
... And although he had tried for the past few days not to ask about it, since he didn't want to bring anything unpleasant up right upon his porting back, he was still very curious. He hadn't exactly been keeping track of the date while on their trip, and he'd gotten to spend time at home for quite a while. It was relieving, of sorts. An adequate break before returning. But he knew Kiryu didn't see it that way.
"How long was I gone?"
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They certainly weren't a team and even if they were, he wouldn't be the leader, but it was still the gut-wrenching feeling of failure he felt every time he remembered saving Yuusei's life.
"I don't know," he finally said. "I didn't even know you were gone 'til a few weeks ago. I guess...a month and a half? Alastair and I compared notes so...it seems like it was probably that long..."
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"Well I'm here, now." What else was there to say? Though as Saitou examined Kiryu's body language for a bit, he was certainly thinking hard over something. He probably shouldn't have mentioned that now, then. Didn't want to bring anything bad up, still.
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"Yeah..." What about next time? What if you don't come back...? He laughed a little, dragging his fingers through his hair. "I'm really glad you're here. What would I do without you around to keep me from doing something stupid?"
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"Not that I've been a part of," he said, unable to keep all of the annoyance out of his voice. He still wished he had been.
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... Though the annoyance made him wary. Again. But he said nothing on it. "Like?"
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"But also--" he didn't have to mention he'd been working for them; Saitou knew they'd been his friends-- "two of my friends died while we--I was gone. They haven't come back yet." His fist clenched as he thought about it, about not being able to do a damn thing. "I know who killed one of them. The bastard already needed to die..."
sorry for late tags I just didn't want to write something when I was uninspired orz
Though any humor or amusement on his face disappears at the thought of Kiryu losing someone else. Two someones, even, in such a short timespan. Saitou not being around probably hadn't helped at all, there. Because like hell was he going to allow Kiryu to die again under any circumstances. Kiryu had probably had the same idea about these two individuals. Whoever they were. Saitou had some ideas, though. But needless to say he could imagine what Kiryu must have gone through when finding out. Death happening when you didn't want it to was a fact of life, but it didn't make it any less painful.
So he might distractedly put his hand on top of Kiryu's head for a second or two, but he said nothing. He understood that frustration and he knew there wasn't much he could do to make Kiryu feel any better.
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"I'm sorry," he muttered after a moment. "You didn't come out here to listen to me..."
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So just lightly he brushed some of Kiryu's bangs away to look at him properly. "Do you really think I like the sound of my own voice that much." Hint: this was not the time to compare him to Cavil. He probably wouldn't appreciate it much.
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And frankly, listening to himself wasn't making him feel any better. He'd come out here to think, sure, but not to make himself miserable again.
"I like listening to you," he said with a shrug.
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And that realization does kill his mood somewhat. He didn't have his old job of protecting the people, here. Because with time, society had redefined what 'protecting' entailed. Killing the enemy was no longer included in that. It irked him to no end.
But Saitou figured he'd mulled long enough on this and didn't want to make Kiryu feel awkward sitting there while Saitou said nothing in reply. So he tried a smirk again. "Guess I'll keep talking, then," he murmured with some amusement, before another thought comes to him. "Is Yuusei still here?"
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Kiryu had to smirk back, although there was a bit of uncertainty behind it. He didn't think it had been foolish to visit Yuusei--he hadn't even attacked him--but he hadn't exactly made his feelings a secret.
"Yeah. And he's living in the MAC again, the idiot. Seems like he's been doing okay." He absently started playing with a lock of hair; he seemed to be doing that more and more now that his hair was longer. "The robot stuff really shook him up though. He about had a heart-attack when I told him shit happens almost every month."
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"Still nothing like the Godzilla episode."
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"I'm so glad we weren't here for that," Kiryu said with a small chuckle of his own.
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He'd almost forgotten that he had been overseas in Kyoto during the attack. It seemed so long ago, now. And being reminded of it was making him want to revisit. He'd like his talks with Okita and visiting the Shinsengumi's old headquarters. He'd liked finally hearing people speak and seeing signs in Nihongo. However that would have to wait, ultimately. Saitou wasn't exactly the richest of people. He'd never really taken wealth into account, anyway. But it would be useful if he ever wanted to travel, again.
"I'd almost forgotten," Saitou murmured, fully thinking on that tangent, now. It had been a nice excursion. Kiryu hadn't been that bad of company, either.
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Not that it would have been a bad thing to end up there for another few days. He had really liked visited Japan; even though he'd lived there his whole life, he'd never been given the chance to see anything but Satellite. Seeing other places had just made him hated that glorified junkyard even more.
And they could visit again. He had more than enough money still squirreled away, saved just for things like that and his trip to Peru. He only used the money he earned at Dancitron and his other odd jobs on a daily basis.
He glanced over to see Saitou deep in thought again and sighed. It probably wasn't about anything good. He probably hadn't come out here to muse on anything positive. He paused before covered Saitou's hand with one of his own, unsure of what to could say.
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Saitou stayed still a few more seconds, before smirking just the slightest. There were at least some people here who were happy to see him. He knew Kiryu always would. Or at least he hoped so.
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It's another moment before he actually thought about moving his hand because it clearly wasn't doing any good where it was. At least Saitou didn't seem too bothered...
"I--sorry. You just...looked like you might start brooding again or something..."
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But he didn't want Kiryu to feel uneasy around him, and smiled barely in return. "You'd be right." And he reached over to squeeze his hand once. It wasn't awkward anymore, promise. "I tend to do that more often than I should, anyway."
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But now that he was on this train of thought...it was probably better to warn him like they had Bakura....
"Yeah...I'm just going to give you something else to think about, though...or not think about. It'll be better if you hear about it from me."
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psh xD
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