title: Men in uniform author: kimera archive: http://www.kimerascall.lima-city.de/ contact: kimerascall@gmx.de fan fiction series: Rurouni Kenshin by Nobuhiro Watsuki SaiSa special challenge "Cross- Dressing" PG: 16 category: comedy written: 24.05.2003 disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki, the challenge was originated by the Queen Yokozuna. Special Warning: Ahum... no native, so lots of mistakes, misspellings and further more... ^-^ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ ~+~ Men in uniform "Heya, where's everybody?" The tall youth called out, a fish bone lazily dangling from his mouth. Scratching his nape he entered the doujou, idly tossing away his shoes, not bothering to take his bandaged hands out of his pockets. He shrugged and went for the kitchen, maybe he was lucky... "Hey, roosterhead, don't pinch food! Buy your own stuff!" Grinning broadly he patted the dark mass of hair, the fish bone dancing in his mouth. "Oi Yahiko, where's Kenshin? He inquired, yawning and stretching. "We're about to leave for the Kabuki performance, so stop hanging around and get your lazy ass out!" Sanosuke Sagara, notorious street-fighter and former gangster, frowned. "Kabuki? They about to show something special, or what?" "What's that to you anyway? You can't come there!" Yahiko tried to better the spiky-haired fighter. "Why's that?" His tall friend leaned down to glare menacingly. "You got to pay." Satisfied the boy grinned. »Strike and out!« Sanosuke picked Yahiko by his nape, whirling his meager body around like a toy. "Let go of me, baka-yarou!" The boy fiercely wished for his bokken, to hit some sense into the stupid roosterhead. "As you wish!" A tight grin, and Yahiko flew straight to the other end of the hallway, growling and cursing. A small, frail looking man picked him right out of the air, a puzzled expression on a porcelain white face, the left cheek cross-marked. His long, crimson hair tucked to his nape, streamed down his narrow shoulders while he sat the boy on the ground. "Good day to you, Sanosuke." He beamed. "Yo, Kenshin, how ya doin'?" The tall street-fighter came over to punch a shoulder in his affectionate manner. With a polite smile Kenshin Himura, former battousai, rubbed the mark, leading his friends to the doujou, to silently wait for the owner, the honorable Miss Kaoru Kamiya... A frightening girl due to her tempers. "So, what's the story about this Kabuki-thing?" Sanosuke leisurely walked the ground, chewing his fish bone. "Well, there is a theatrical performance, a traveling company will show famous Kabuki-plays near the harbor. To improve our artistic knowledge Miss Kaoru decided to pay a visit." Kenshin added solemnly. Sanosuke chuckled. "NOW I get the point... what's today's play?" "The revenge of the 47 samurai, a famous story about treason, honor, devotion and duty!" The sharp voice of a young girl mimicked the summary on a handout, eyeing the tall youth with utter disgust. "And no, you're not welcome to join us. It would be a disgrace to try to get some sense of art into your straying brain cells." "Hey, Missus, I know about art! The art of fighting and the art of cooking!" He hit home, indifferently blocking the punches and kicks the angry woman shed out. "You better mind your fancy dress and the camouflage you're wearing, else you will never get a husband." He teased further on, snickering smugly. "This *punch* "is" *punch* "make" *kick* "-up" *punch* "you" *kick* "idiot!" "Like I said... some camouflage to hide away your true self!" Sanosuke grinned, easily avoiding another series of blows. Panting the furious girl interrupted her lecture of decent behavior and good manners to fetch a sword. "She's all flushed and out of her breath.. now, that's a sight you cannot sport in the public." Tae, the restaurant keeper admonished, one of Kaoru's few friends, dragging Yahiko's secret admirer, little Tsubame, with her. "Yeah, listen to your friend, Missus, this is meant to draw 'private, personal attention'!" Sanosuke added, his broad grin nearly cutting his face in halves. "GET OUT NOW!!" Kaoru's yelling could be heard to the outer limits of Tokyo. ~+~ Rummaging his pockets and inspecting the holes in the cheap cloth Sanosuke ambled the streets of 'his' quarter. He knew about art! He approached it in the same way as he had education: he picked the useful stuff up. »I know when something is pretty and skilled!« Grumbling he fired a series of blows to the open air, releasing some of his hidden frustration. »Anyways, why should I spend the glorious time of my youth to bickering tomboy girls and old stories about some samurai twerps?! Like they were something better than ordinary people who fed the masses and worked their asses off to survive! Fucking Meiji!« He swore, the ceremonial end of his litany. »Cut the crap, Sano, you stunning attractive, strong and clever stud!« He lectured himself with a big grin. »Somewhere someone desperately needs to lose money...« ~+~ He preferred to walk the shadows, alas, duty called, and to his utter disgust, it was as impossible as always to gather competent and capable men. Dragging another puff of his cigarette he watched his new 'partner' lurking... And the kids enjoying themselves by pulling his trousers. »This is ridiculous! He does not even manage to look smart! He should be fearsome but the only fear I can sense is his own, due to that silly hairdo, like a broom.« Hajime Saitou, former captain of the third unit of the Shinsengumi and now enforcer of the law, temporarily employed by the police forces of the Meiji government. »Gosh, a nice shower of rain, empty streets, brawlers too drunk to preform any stupid stance...« He'd like that one, for a change. »And just maybe, it would take down that awful broom...« ~+~ »We-ell!« Hitting his knuckles together, expressing delight and satisfaction, Sanosuke headed for an inn, neighboring the gambler's houses. Since the Akabeko was closed down to the special occasion of paying a visit to the 'arts', he had to find another place to calm down his impatiently growling belly. »Now now!« He patted the flat, nicely chiseled storage of the sonorous complaint. »I had a lucky streak tonight, so we will feast, old buddy!« Entering the inn he chose a secluded compartment to have his seat. The last thing he wanted was some drunk and/or stupid asshole ruining his vast meal by simply showing up and being a nuisance. Tinkling with the coins in his pockets he drew the immediate attention of the innkeeper who send his attendant to take Sanosuke's order. Smiling and enjoying himself he placed his chin into the bandaged palms of his right hand, playfully spinning one spiky end of his red bandana around a fingertip of his left. »Hmmmm... I can almost feel the taste, the lovely smell of nice, rural cooking, chicken and rice and ramen and vegetables and fish and sweet pies...« Wrinkling his nose he switched to frowning in one instant. The filthy odor of nicotine invaded his budding vision like blight. "Damn it, cricket man, I didn't do nothing!" He whined melodramatically, leaning back to grin at the older man gliding to the opposite seat, never caring to be invited. "Stop showing off, imbecile." Saitou blew a cloud of blue smoke straight to meet the chocolate-colored eyes winking seductively at him. He knew the stupid roosterhead liked to banter, due to his obvious lack of self-preservation, and right now he felt the urge to hurt someone really badly to lift his spirits. Alas, he would never ever surrender to his moods. "Hey, copper, would you mind and off that stinking stick?! I am trying to have a decent meal and I am paying!" Emphasis on the last word. The amber eyes gleamed as maliciously as usual but Sanosuke glimpsed a strange tension. Fuck, the guy was always tight, annoying and self-conceited, just that odd feeling of... sorrow creeping down his spine. "So, whaddaya want?!" He focused, tapping a jolly rhythm on the scratched wood of the narrow table. A gloved hand nailed his own flat, gently but insisting. Sanosuke glared, attempting to free his captured hand, refusing the ideas a spectator could sport by misjudging the gesture... a suicidal spectator anyways! "Do not make me hurt you, boy." The sinister voice advised calmly. "I already had a trying day." "Oi!" A call interrupted their combat to outstare each other, followed by a crash of splintering wood and muffled sounds of a fight. "That's Chou...the silly broomhead..." Sanosuke got the picture finally. "Gosh, you're not about to tell me that you have to work with this jerk, aren'tcha?" A sour grimace answered his pitiful question. "Now I can understand why you're so pissed off." The spiky-haired youth generously consented. "The guy's a pest." His meal arrived and he wolfed it down while the officer ordered some plain soba. "Man, you can cut the show, it's me!" He mocked the older man. "Now get yourself something real to eat!" "Stop bickering." With a shrug the youngster devoted to his appetite. "Have it your way." ~+~ The innkeeper slowly approached the two contrary men with care, bowing humbly and grinning dully. "I do apologize for interfering with your precious patience, alas, I regretfully have to ask your kind help to stop the brawl your fellow officer entertains." Narrowing his amber eyes to a sulfurous flash of peril Saitou focused on the stubby man, desperately wringing sweaty hands and blinking nervously. Without any sound he stood up, paced to the center of combat and hit his broomheaded partner with the hilt of his famous sword, adding the unconscious bodies of several other brawlers to spread out on the floor. Disregarding he avoided the human obstacles to get back to his soba. Sanosuke chewed a fish bone, frowning. "Oi, you're not.. ill, or something? You didn't kill anyone!" He commented on the recent events. A low growl, a death-glare. The street-fighter rubbed his mop of spiky locks, visibly stunned. "You know, we're not like close friends or anything." He started awkwardly. "But you can tell me...never seen you that way!" He confirmed worried. Consuming the last pick of plain noodles the officer met his glance indifferently. "Down to business." Getting up he adjusted his sword. "Let's talk." "No way." Mischievously grinning the youngster leaned back, crossing his arms in his nape idly. "As I said before, I didn't do nothing, so you can walk on your own." A dangerous gleam ignited the amber eyes, to spotlight the message clearly written within. »You're in for special treatment. Possibly lethal treatment.« Sanosuke didn't back off. He was well fed, ready to rumble at any time, enjoying himself and absolutely alert... The psychic cop would not dare wield his sword, too many witnesses! "Fine." The lupine fangs appeared gleaming in the dim light of the lanterns. "You're done." "We-ell..." Caressing his beloved belly the street-fighter grinned smugly. "Maybe I will get some more of that delicious tempura they offer..." A faint trace of sinister chuckling, without any humor at all. "You're done as in 'you're under custody', roosterhead." Saitou smirked maliciously, bending down to meet the chocolate-colored eyes at the same level of combat. Sitting upright the youngster frowned, anger rising in his slender body to tense the beautifully muscled form. "Stop mocking, cricket man, you can't pull that one! I am not one of the jerks you like to push around, got that?! If you want me, catch me!" Hitting the table on one corner to make it bounce up and discard the dishes he went for the rear exit, speeding up with every step. »See, Sano?! That's what you get for treating that psycho like a human being! Shoulda have known better!« Listening for footsteps of uniformed hunters he watched the passing neighborhood suspiciously. Outwitting the former Shinsengumi was tricky and if that freakish guy wanted him that desperately... He turned a corner, still in high speed and hit a large club, suddenly materializing in midair. Staggering back and clutching his nose he cursed, blinking sudden tears of pain away. "Gotcha." The rejoicing broomhead danced mockingly in the alleyway, swinging a club and boasting of triumph. "You asshole!" Sanosuke fumed. There were rules about a nice chase in the night and one of them contained the gentlemen's agreement not to bruise the face! At least some of the participants needed to go to work in the mornings. Ignoring the stinging ache of his nose he glided into a fighting stance... to stumble backwards, due to Chou falling down like a severed tree. "I made myself plain about not touching his face." The wolf of Mibu growled somber, the tip of his sword caressing the bandaged stomach of the street-fighter. "Now, Saitou, what's this all about?!" The youth yelled with a grim expression, too angry to back up. »It would not improve matters anyway.« "You remember that guy you hit last night in that gamble shed close to the harbor?" Nonchalantly the shining blade bit through the bandages, leaving its shreds to curl around Sanosuke's feet. "Hey, bastard, don't rip my clothes, else I puke on your shirt!" He screamed indignantly. "Answer the question." The razorsharp blade kissed his throat tenderly. "Damn it, Saitou, what's up with you?! You took some kinky stuff lately?!" Sanosuke clenched his fists and glared into the amber eyes. There was a pinch to his injured nose, too fast to duck, and he had to suppress a yell. "Okay, I hit that sissy but he started it! He insulted my taichou!" The former Sekihoutai hissed, nursing his nose gently. "Man, you absolutely need to relax. You're no fun at all!" He admonished grumpily. "You ruined several weeks of investigation and hard work." The sonorous voice stated with a misleading calmness. "And now you will clean up the mess." Faking boredom Sanosuke yawned and crossed his arms before his chest, cautiously avoiding the threatening sword. "The innkeeper's got my money, so I cannot pay a fee and if you want me in custody, well, nice, I can have a nap." "The charges are up to starting six rows in a week and assaulting two officers." Slipping rapidly to focused attention Sanosuke argued angrily. "Listen up, old man, it was only two rows!" He counted on his fingertips. "We did no damage and the other guys were asking for it. Second, how was I to know that you keep that sissy as your pet?!" A punch hit some parts of the previous meal, annoying the youth's busily working stomach. "Ugh... you bastard, that what turns you on?! Bullying people?!" The street-fighter roared, oblivious of the danger. The slightly taller man leaned closer, his nicotine-bathed breath stroking Sanosuke's face, like the deceiving vent of a volcano. "Although I yearn to kill you in various ways, I will refrain. There is a task at hand which suits you, and you will obey me." Swallowing hard and beyond any sense of self-preservation Sanosuke dared his opponent. "Else?" A tight grin, consisting of malice and peril. "Else I will give in to my desire." "And you're skilled to kill in various, painful ways, yareyare!" The youngster braved while winking mischievously. As creepy as you could imagine those narrow, amber eyes in that beast-like manner shining, he enjoyed the dancing sparkles of gold, the sheer breathtaking arrogance of his lupine owner, his strong-willed self-confidence. »Now, wolfie, that's the trick to turn on...« He grinned recklessly. »And what a pity you will never know.« Massaging his complaining belly he informed Saitou. "I'd rather chose custody, you know, I am no good at working anyways." "No choice, imbecile, thanks to your performance last night. That officer you referred to as 'sissy' was undercover, spying on a plot to attack the government." Scratching and flashing his navel the street-fighter shrugged. "So, what's new?" Leaning in to his mouth, as to cover it up, the sonorous voice whispered distinctly. "This time, it's the gaijin, including guns, boy. Remember the Gatling machine-gun?" Sanosuke felt his blood freezing instantly, his face paling. "There's no honor in fighting with guns!" He hissed spiteful, meeting the piercing bolts of amber eyes. Even the most skilled swordsman could not outrun a machine-gun, providing that power and mass of bullets, not to think about a fight. The lupine man still pinned him to the wall, partly with the shiny blade yearning for blood, partly with a strong, gloved hand at his shoulder, staring fixedly into his own, black orbs. "You could have asked for my help." Sanosuke could not resist teasing. "After all, we saved this country a couple of times already... yet, I cannot stand the fucking Meiji!" He flashed his cheerful and slightly mischievous smile to lighten up that sinister expression, blocking his horizon completely. "Funny idea that you would volunteer to infiltrate a company of players as an onnagata." A genuine smile slowly wrinkled the thin lips maliciously. Catching up with the conversation Sanosuke blinked incredulously. "WHAT?!" ~+~ Shuffling the still unconscious broomheaded officer out of sight they leisurely walked the deserted streets, Saitou's gloved hand resting on the hilt of his sword while Sanosuke's fists were safely pocketed in his white trousers. "So, that's why you knocked broomhead out of his senses... you need my stunning good looks!" He winked temptingly. "Not exactly." The stoical officer did not even glimpse but stared enigmatically straight ahead. "Ye Gods, Saitou!" Impatiently, the youngster threw his arms up in sheer frustration. "Will you finally get to the point?!" A smug smile wrinkled the thin lips but its owner still wore his alert expression of utter anger. "We have a seat at the shore." He directed, the sounds of the agitated waves adapting as a shield. "Come on, I am all tickling of excitation, old man!" The spiky-haired youth elbowed him affectionately. "Now, listen up and pay attention, imbecile, I would not mind using you as a bait for the sharks." The wolf of Mibu growled menacingly, squeezing one wrist very hard as to protrude the throbbing veins and nearly crush the bones. Sanosuke took a deep breath but did not surrender to the agony as to scream or free himself. The grip softened with the time passing while both men watched each other intensely. "There's a conspiracy, starting in Yokohama and spreading through the entire country to support a revolt. There are foreigners involved who like to see the government down, an easy prey to their mercy. Now we detected that some of the conspirators must belong to a traveling business, like a company of players. We had that 'sissy' you deliberately", he emphasized sourly, "beat up, as a player among a company we suspect of providing shelter." "Uh, guess, that's a drawback, man! Although, he could have mentioned his job." Sanosuke added accusingly. "Of course we have specially trained men to take his place, alas..." An electrifying bolt hit the youngsters chocolate-colored eyes. "...they lack two important conditions: first, the height must be my eye-level at the least, second, they..." ".. have to be striking beautiful!" Whirling of long eyelashes and a pretty-shy smile, before the street-fighter started laughing merrily. "So that's the reason why you're not in there, now I get the picture! Hey, you could send Chou along, that would be stunning in some respect!" The obnoxious glare finally dried the youngsters merriment out, so he shrugged with a grin. "Okay, so you're in need of some handsome guy which makes you and old broomhead fail the contest, but why a tall one?" He leaned closer, curiosity dancing in his adorable eyes. The enforcer of the law snorted disapprovingly. "It's due to the male counterpart in one of the plays, some story about an ill-fated love. Romantic nonsense but the artist is about my height and his submissive wife has to match it. Besides, it's not important to be good-looking regarding the play but the dramatist." Flashing a wicked grin he slowly added. "He likes to hit on pretty boys." It took a split second, then Sanosuke turned around on his heels and hastened away. He could sense the older man giving chase, annoyingly moving without any sound. »I leave town. Some nice days on the countryside. No way I'm gonna participate in that stuff! I know about them players'!« Something thin but withstanding entangled with his legs, causing the street-fighter to trip, cursing and panting. One swift grasp in the hem of his trousers, he was turned around to lie on his back while the wolf straddled comfortably, his sword ready to greet Sanosuke's throat. "You're no sport! Throwing your nifty toy at me!" The fist-fighter complaint, angrily attempting to sink his fists into that hard, strong-muscled stomach in his reach. "I became tired of chasing you. Act like a grown-up, fool! You won't walk out of this one, get to your limited senses!" Failing to hit his aim Sanosuke crossed his arms before his exposed chest, turning his head, pouting like a stubborn child, radiating mistreatment and blame. "So, that's it? You're afraid. Hnf." Wiping some strands of jet-black hair out of his view Saitou got up, sheathing his sword. "Go on boasting about your stamina, you coward. You got no guts, that's terminal now." The insulted youth was on his feet like lightning, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, the chocolate-colored eyes narrowed to black pools of fury. "I am not afraid, you bastard! Why don't you join that bunch of sissies and let your ugly butt be sold off?! Maybe you like it, as stiff as you are, you won't even notice a change when they do you!" He roared, attacking recklessly. Saitou blocked every blow in his calm, skilled manner, studying the bitter rage tensing the usually attractive features of his opponent. He knew the youngster to harbor vast amounts of different emotions, although his merry cheerfulness and self-confidence always topped everything else. Judging by his fierce fighting the spiky-haired youth must have encountered the unpleasant part of physical attraction meeting striking beauty and innocence. The wolf got hold of one of Sanosuke's fists, forced his adversary into a quick turn to free his captured hand and the officer took the opportunity to embrace the tall youngster very tight, pressing his arms hard to his slender body. Struggling and kicking, bashing his head back with vigor, his roosterheaded opponent finally realized that he was caught, resistance in vain. Now they both had to catch up their breath, Saitou's passing the street-fighter's nape like hellfire. "Damn it, I won't do it, got that, cricket man?! I rather be stabbed than trade my ass!" He could feel every shiver crossing the agitated body in his grasp, the tense muscles, incapable of giving in, waiting out to start anew, always ready to fight back. "Listen, imbecile." He whispered. "You're not supposed to provide that service. Don't tell me you're not able to fend off indecent proposals, princess?" He chuckled to ease up the trembling fighter. The retort came with delay, as Sanosuke visibly tried to sober up and control his emotions. "That's easy for you, cricket man, but there are some creeps who can't take the message in..." Frowning he added. "Which is close to your shitty attitude. You won't find anything as dangerous as a forsaken lover.." He trailed off. A malicious chuckle caused thrilling vibrations to run down their united bodies. "You almost made me think you accidentally got wise." Saitou teased, releasing his prey, genuinely amused. Sanosuke turned to meet his gaze. "I don't think I can preform that trick, Saitou. If it's about wriggling my ass, you got my answer, and the other stuff... I have seldom seen Kabuki and I know nothing about acting. You'd better send Chou." They stared at each other fixedly. "Sanosuke, this is about the future of our country. You won't live through another civil war, won't you?" The street-fighter glared.. and sighed in resignation. "So, that's why you're so tense about everything..." He ruffled his dark-brown strands. "I reckon, there' s no choice....damn Meiji..." He swore meekly. The older man simply watched the emotions passing by like clouds chasing in the beautiful eyes. A mischievous glance remained at last. "Now, here's the bargain: you will drop the charges and buy me shiny new stripes to bandage my stomach. And I will take that woman-acting-thing of that sissy-man and spy on the other actors...deal?" He offered his fist, to hit the gloved one of Saitou for agreement. "You will not act like the jerk you are and keep your head down. No gambling, no brawling." Waving these insulting conditions away Sanosuke held out his hand impatiently. "Old man, take it or leave it, I have to run other errands." "Like counting your fleas?" Saitou grabbed the strong hand, kept it for an instant and let go. "Meet me tomorrow at the harbor close to noon. Sober and ready to go." "Aye aye!" The youngster mocked, saluting clumsily. "Now go home and sleep." With a snicker Sanosuke turned to leave. "You realize, cricket man, that I could have made you beg for it? Keep that in mind!" Whistling he tucked his fists in his pockets and leisurely walked away. The wolf of Mibu grinned... »You ain't seen nothing yet...« And mingled with the shadows. ~+~ Close to noon Sanosuke had finally lost every single one of his pals and buddies. Why did everybody show up when he needed to sneak away?! He absolutely did not want any of his acquaintances witnessing his change to a girl, let alone one of his friends! Entering the district of the harbor he watched out for the tall, dark figure of the officer, idly inspecting the busy buzzing of trades: fishermen, sailors, carriages of various kinds, passengers and lots of cargo. The sight was intriguing and he wondered why he had not paid a visit in a while. Some drunken twerp reaching for his butt later he remembered pretty clearly. It was a nice place but strangely enough he always seemed to run into trouble... And the strong smell of old fish intestines had sticky qualities. Someone patted his buttock. Reeling around, fists flying, a low growl promising lots of pain, he glared at his aggressor. "Relax, imbecile. No values lost." The amber eyes gleamed maliciously amused. "Get your greedy paws off my butt, you lech! That's not funny!" Sanosuke fumed, gritting his teeth. Lighting a cigarette the former Shinsengumi lead the way, briefing his part-time 'partner'. "The company stays right over there, you'll find your way. Take no risks, else we could be discovered. I will stay in touch with you, don't try to contact me." Saitou disappeared without a farewell. "Sneaky, bad-mannered bastard..." Grumbling Sanosuke arrived at the narrow fence to encircle the settings, carriages, stage and private sector of the public, open-air playhouse. Before he could mutter a word someone dragged him in, scolding, limping and complaining incessantly. "...getinboy,alwayslate,thoseactors,haughtydumbasses,watchit...." Sanosuke did not pay attention to the constant bickering, he shook his arm free and looked at the stage, completely taken aback. It sported a banner: contest for new actors. »What the fuck....?!« ~+~ »He already owes me big, that old, sword-wielding, psychic bastard of a cop!« The street-fighter cursed under his breath. »Nobody had mentioned the 'tiny' obstacle of passing a damn contest!« His grumpy leader ushered him into a tent where the other aspirants of fame and artistic merits waited, one of them with a huge blonde hairdo like a broom. Sanosuke elbowed his way to Chou. "Are you nuts? Get lost, owly!" He hissed angrily but his opponent grinned in utter satisfaction. "The boss said I was free to take part!" Lopsided wink. "And now I am here, you can go home... don't stand a chance, street rat!" Sanosuke fumed, his eyes changing to red-hot lumps of coal. »I am so gonna kick his ugly ass...« A snicker caught his attention. "What's up, roosterhead? Lost your faith ?" The street-fighter snorted. "You're no competition, dumbass. I'm gonna pass this fucking contest in no time!" He announced determinedly. No way he would lose to such a jerk! Scanning the competition he felt assured as he inspected the other men, some of them too small, some too old to stand straight, some simply ugly. Nice to know about the qualities you had to bring along. "Good Afternoon to everyone, dear gentlemen! I am delighted that our little contest for new members of our company has found such an encouraging echo!" A tiny, weasel-like man hopped toe to heels while beaming all over, a big mustache hiding away the lower part of his face. "As to decide who will join our little family", giggle, giggle, "we have some tasks to measure your abilities as actors." »Get on with it, pick out the sexiest man alive -me!« Impatiently the street-fighter hit his knuckles together before rapidly hiding them away. »Remember, you're doing the princess-job, act like one!« "If you will kindly follow me, we will proceed without further ado, dear gentlemen..." They slowly poured out of the tent, to enter the stage. Little heaps rested on the polished boards and they were asked to have a seat in front of one. "Now, gentlemen, please watch our dear Yuuta!" The weasel indicated to a small man in a simple kimono, his face ready for stage. "First test: Preparation. Please, proceed... now!" »Ye Gods...« Sanosuke rummaged through his heap, fetching the make-up devices. He picked a tiny mirror, oiled his face thoroughly, put a spatula into the thick, plaster-like white make-up called o-shiroi and applied it to his skin. Not being accustomed to treat his face with such material he was satisfied when checking the mirror again. But, alas, now he had to master the drawing with the black color, a simple brush to be used... Biting his lip in concentration he memorized the pattern of 'Yuuta' like a difficult Kanji. »I can do this. Just focus.« Winking mischievously at his twin he succeeded minutes later, smiling at himself. Gosh, he looked cute.... Despite the spiky-haired mop lurking about the bandana. A clap of hands. "Second test: Dress." Cursing inwardly Sanosuke slipped into the strange, rough cloth, obviously to mimic the precious kimono, clueless inspecting the small boards. His former guide reappeared, mumbled, put the plates of wood at waist-level over the wrinkled cloth and tore a rope around the strange dress. Nearly gasping the youth tried to complain. »This was too tight to be comfortable!« When his muttering and swearing guide got to the ground, to adapt another rope to the youngster's knees. "Hey, grandpa, how am I supposed to walk with this?" Sanosuke grabbed a small arm to prevent another sudden disappearance. "Hop, dumbass!" And the old man was gone. "Dear gentlemen, the third test is at hand: make your appearance on the stage!" Mentally cursing the strange sense of humor fate displayed, the street-fighter carefully balanced his weight, to straighten up, and with a very slow movement, he succeeded to enter the stage. »Imagine yourself a princess... don't think about that fucking dress-up...come on, Sano, you never fail... and that old bastard will get the beating of his life...« He even managed to bend gracefully to pick up a fan, winking and hiding away his face in a shy manner, submissively following the male counterpart around, nodding, bowing, grinning fixedly. With another joyful clap the little man interrupted the contest. "Please, worthy gentlemen, hold your position!" Everyone froze... And a huge man bashed the trembling boards, losing his balance, whirling around like a beetle on his back. »Yay me...« Glancing around Sanosuke felt the tickling sensation of victory crawling up his spine. He was the only one dressed, standing, not looking like a complete mess... "Dear me, what a gorgeous sight!" A jolly fat man arrived, in his company a haggard looking, grim colleague, clad in a dull grey, a bitter, thin mouth showing distaste. »Get on, you jerks, my knees kill me!« Sanosuke tried to hold his composure, estimating the professions of the new spectators. Their tiny 'conductor' bowed, chirping away, the jolly fat man nodded, beaming once more while haggard-face snorted disdainfully. "Now, our dear chief of company, the honorable Yamamichi, will decide whether your admirable performance delighted his eyes and lifted his spirits..." »Wake up, fatso, I am your man, well, not your man like 'your man' but the most worthy candidate for that onnagata-stuff! Pick me, moron!« Slowly, due to his tremendous weight, Yamamichi made his passage along the stage, grinning like a madman, wobbling his way, as a tall shadow of disgust, the serpent-like colleague. Suddenly glimpsing at Sanosuke who desperately held his stance in a gracious bow, he uttered something, pulling Yamamichi's sleeve urgently. »Ow, what a creep...« Dull brown eyes hefted on Sanosuke's painted face, measuring his body from tip to toe, a swift licking of the thin, bitter lips. »Ieks...« Ink-stained spidery fingers twitching.... »Meet the dramatist!« The youngster cringed while keeping up his amiable look. »If he touches me, I swear to the Gods, I am gonna knock him out, no matter what!!« "Oh, what a beautiful young man we have here! Please, may I introduce my fellow companion, the well-known dramatist Hanashi!" Bowing as to avoid looking into those greedy eyes which yearned for his body, Sanosuke giggled politely. »You're acting, Sano! Undercover!« "Please!" A pudgy hand grabbed his chin and tilted his head. "Tell me your name, you divine creature!" "Ah...Saitou... Sanosuke." With a faint smile the street-fighter tried to flee, shading his eyes maidenly. "Nice to meet you." Fanning he won a little distance to breathe in relief. "Now look at this adorable bishounen! Welcome to our family, Sano-chan! Don't be shy, little one, give your new father a hug!" Some deity hated him... or liked to entertain a very rare sense of humor... ~+~ The wolf of Mibu curled a thin smile around his cigarette, caressing the hilt of his sword absentmindedly. He knew that the brash youngster would captivate everyone's heart in an instant, even if he acted clumsily or messed with the make-up. He had to win, according to the laws of nature. Fools tended to be lucky at any rate. Paying no attention to the sulking Chou, he made his passage to the stage. "Oh, good afternoon to you, officer Fujita! I assume you are here to kindly inspect the precautions for the final performance, isn't it?" With a polite nod the enforcer of the law confirmed his task, grinning merely as 'Sano-chan' sighed in relief, slipping out of the tight embrace. "If you would lead the way." Saitou ordered sharply, his usual manner to intimidate annoying people, like nearly every living being. "I show you around!" He heard an unpleasantly soft voice lulling. "But first, let me assist you to undress..." The whip of a fan. "Oh, so sorry, I am too clumsy, Hanashi-sensei!" A strong, slightly retaliating reply. "That nasty bruise should be nursed immediately, I dare say..." »Ah. So he knew to 'fan off' indecent proposals after all...« ~+~ Barely listening to the incessant ranting of Yamamichi, Saitou inspected the place thoroughly and his calm, restricted manner succeeded in nervous laughter of the former jolly, still fat man. The schedule contained three performances a day, two days left to the grand finale which was restricted to members of the government, officials, representatives, ambassadors. »And another bunch of famous or notorious twerps. The perfect setting to attack and start a revolt but would they take the risks?« It was likely that they had to take losses, for everyone knew that the police forces were backed up by fellow officers from throughout the country, to guarantee the public peace. »But maybe they plotted to invade in different places, kidnap and/or kill the men in the key positions of the frail state, covered by minor casualties like arson, robbery, brawls. Time and place.« He knew to suspect traitors in his own lines of resistance but this was definitely of minor importance. He had never ever trusted anyone and he had lived by this way through various combats. "We will stay in touch." Saitou roughly bid farewell to Yamamichi, pacing to the front gate to take his leave. A strong hand grasped his wrist to draw his attention, a low voice hissed in merely suppressed rage. "You better take good care of this pretty ass or our bargain is over!" The officer shook his arm off indifferently, a smug smile wrinkling the corner of his mouth. "Enjoy your stay, Sano-chan." He whispered wickedly, ignoring the growl of utter hatred. ~+~ »I can do this....« Sanosuke clenched his fists, hidden in the long sleeves of a simple kimono, and took a breath, at least he tried to. Everything was tight, the obi pressed upon him like iron bounds, his back hurt, result of walking up and down the stage-way, bowing, taking a graceful seat, arising. He felt tortured and yearned for a fight, someone to smash to pieces... like Saitou? Luckily his male counterpart, a decent fellow with a bald head and a patient attitude, introduced him to his role as a devoted wife, how to walk, to move, to smile... Every little inch of his body had to learn strange rules and Sanosuke was exhausted when he was dismissed to clean his face, take off his kimono and have a meal with the other players. The place was buzzing of people, not just the players but musicians, comedians, carpenters, technicians to control the hidden devices of the stage, the men who looked after the lanterns, provided every service that was needed, even clearing away the deposits of the spectators. Cautiously scanning the rows of bent men consumed by their fast eating, he found a place close to fellow actors, perceiving the unspoken law of sticking to your own 'group', no intermingling whatsoever. Slurping blissfully the full bowl of soup he relaxed and listened to the low chitchat of his colleagues. Nobody seemed to worry for his predecessor, a slightly disturbing display of indifference. He did not intend to bring up the subject on his own, for this could rise suspicion to his motivation to join the company but he had to be daft and blind to miss the underlining tension. »Like a scorpion's pit! Nice.« Hanashi, »the greedy lech«, did not show up to share the rural meal, so the street-fighter found his way out, to leisurely have a stroll around the place. His legs were desperately in need of exercise. As the setting had been built close to the harbor he could see the ship drifting by the shore, dimly distinguishable by colored lanterns swinging in the draft of the waves. Yawning he finally decided to take his chances and find a nice, cozy place to have a nap, veyond the reach of greedy or pudgy claws. Ambling back he accidentally trod on a tiny lantern, chained like pearls on the ground, to show the way, extinguishing its light. "Ops!" He got to his knees, as instantly a meager man popped out of the darkness, shoving him away, muttering insults. "What..." Sanosuke silenced his eagerly tongue to keep his composed state of mind. »Remember, princess...« With a meek grin he headed off, his chocolate-colored eyes sticking to something very odd. »Several of the tiny lanterns were dark, so what's the fuss about this one? No visitor till the next morning, but the open sea...« Hiding his grim expression he sneaked to the large wagons, usually containing the heavy wooden devices to erect the stage, the ranks, cloths and suchlike. They had to be empty and very spacious right now and he could need a nice niche to consider his next steps. Reaching for a carriage he frowned: the big wheels were deeply buried in the moist earth, like carrying an enormous load, boxes, containers... »Gotta have a look inside...« "Sano- chan! Sweetie? Where are you? You need to sleep, my precious one!" A thrilling sensation of dread made the street-fighter push his slender body under the carriage, his attractive features torn in utter disgust. »Back off, lech, I ain't no toy!« Easy steps came closer to his secluded place, someone grunted disapprovingly. "Oi, Hanashi, you're not to walk here, got that? Find your pet somewhere else!" Swearing, insulting, shoving... Anxiously Sanosuke peered from beyond to detect the train of events. He could make out two silhouettes, talking in a low, fast murmur, difficult to decipher. It was Japanese, no doubt about it but it sounded strange... like Chou's speaking! »And the broomhead came from Osaka...« Concentrating to his utmost the youngster paid attention to the dispute. "Now, this sneaky cop... no problem...guns... you see...tomorrow...boats... " »Damn it, why didn't they speak plain?!« To his alert the conspirators, -and they had to be, he could feel it -, came closer to lean against the wagon he had sought for shelter. "You heard about Hanashi's kitten? Lost its way, or something? Should we...?" "Nah, that sissy got scared, Hanashi's too pushy, that's all. Didn't know nothing, just some piece of ass. Maybe found someone with more money to dash out..." They leisurely walked away, in a careful manner, as to notice any irregularities in the shapes of the tranquil park of carriages and wagons. Ruffling his due to the wig combed mop of hair Sanosuke let out a brief sigh. »That was close...« And he better found another place to have a short nap. »Wonder, if cricket man will show up tomorrow?« ~+~ With a piercing stare the wolf of Mibu pinned his pudgy opponent to the ground, metaphorically speaking, as he did not even bother to stir a muscle. "Due to the high risk of random fire relating to abandoned fireworks, you will get your carriages and wagons out of here. The officers will direct you. Now, get moving." "But...dear officer Fujita-san, you cannot possibly want us to desert our humble possessions unprotected far out of reach?! How are we supposed to preform?" A flicker of wicked amusement wrinkled the corners of Saitou's mouth. "You are not about to revolt against my orders to protect the safety of our highly valued guests, are you?" Shock paralyzed Yamamichi, he even winced according to the intentional choice of words. "Never dream of it, be assured!! I humbly apologize for this most unpleasant misunderstanding, dear officer Fujita-san!" Another series of bows and wringing of sweaty hands. The tall man in his customary uniform watched the departure of the carriages and wagons attentively, although hidden under the layer of his enigmatic stare. »They were docile... trying to better him.... impudent fools...« He took advantage of his task and attended the first performance, smoking disregardful to the scornful frowning of his neighboring spectators. »Now, watch this ruffian act like a maiden...« A rare smile twisted his mouth in an almost intriguing manner. »Well, what do you know...« ~+~ Sanosuke knew that he had somehow to get the attention of Saitou without arising suspicion or enduring Hanashi's little 'signs' of affection. He would not have believed it twenty-four hours ago but right now he came to like the thick, unpleasant cloth of the kimono he had to wear. It prevented the sticky, greedy hands from racing chills of dread over his naked skin. Secretly scratching his head careful not to interfere with the mighty wig he sported, he glanced at the spectators. »I did the trick!« He smiled. »I am in and acting.« Since he had no vocal parts, he had mastered his role easily, once in train of the action, always a very virile person and fast-learning, ready to improve his various skills at any time. "Sano-chan..." He tensed and faked a weary smile. "Hanashi-sensei." He chirped, clenching his fists, concealed in the long sleeves. "Could you lend me a hand, my precious one, and help me sort out my leaflets? I have to prepare the next series of plays and this is straining..." A sigh. Swallowing an immediate yell Sanosuke felt a hand patting his buttock. "And we can enjoy our company... sit close...you'll like it, darling..." »I bet I will!« His throat tasted like acid and the youngster could not prevent from coughing violently to keep his breakfast down. "Your nephew seems to be ill. I'll take him to your lavatories." Leaning in Sanosuke could not help but snicker in retaliation while he clung to Saitou's arm like a fainting girl. "But...!" Hanashi whined, to be outstared by two sulfurous gleaming stars of iron. Jealously he watched both men walk away, the tall officer leading his beautiful boy by his waist while his 'kitten' snuggled cozily. »Men in uniform... bitch!« ~+~ Pressing his face into that sturdy chest could merely drown the uproaring laughter Sanosuke had to release. »Saved by cricket man from the evil lech! Ye Gods, this was hilarious!« "Stop rubbing your make-up onto my uniform, dumbass!" Unlike their departure the enforcer of the law pushed the youngster into the narrow shag, closing the door. Briskly he scanned the room. "Now!" Low growl. "Your report." Leaning comfortably to one wall Sanosuke closed his eyes. "You need not drag me along, old man, I can barely move in this damn dress-up! I could have tripped!" Reproachful stare. "I could have ruined my beautiful kimono!" Feigned sobbing. Within the next wink a gloved hand choked the youth's throat. "Your report." "Damn it, you psycho, let go of me!" Sanosuke hissed coarsely. "Or I will cry for help!" They glared at each other, exchanging wrath, stressed patience and mistrust. Finally Saitou softened his grip to the gasping street-fighter. "I should let you down." Sanosuke growled annoyed. "You're such a miserable bastard!" Studying the panting 'girl' lightning stroke in the amber eyes. "And you", somber whispering close to Sanosuke's tinted-black lips, "should watch your back, else someone pinches the flower." To the officer's surprise the youngster lowered his eyes to avoid his gaze, clenching his fists. "That's not funny, cricket man." "Am I laughing?" The wolf of Mibu replied, lacking any trace of humor. With a deadpan whisper he drew their attention back to the urgent matters at hand. "There's something wrong with those wagons, right?" Sanosuke met his inquiring gaze, consenting seriously. "Yeah, they must store some of the guns in there. Did you see the stage? Much amount of shiny, new boards, lots of fresh-cut wood and I guess, they'll have some vessels by the shore. There's something like a code with the lanterns..." Saitou smothered his summary, the amber eyes narrowing dangerously. "Sano-chan? Little one?" With a deep sigh Sanosuke answered the piteous call. "Out in a minute, Hanashi-sensei!" Adjusting his kimono he mouthed his farewell to Saitou. "Meet me again tonight." A brief glimmer and the officer drew back into the shadows. With a strained expression Sanosuke followed the call of duty. ~+~ Meeting his 'partner' Chou close to the department he set his orders. "You got a list of lots where the wagons and carriages of the company are stationed. Now, every wagon will be guarded by two officers. Sit down, idiot, I haven't finished yet! I want you to go to the armory and hand over this letter. You will get some special devices. Take them to the clock tower. Your duty till next dawn will be to wait for my signal." "I don't quite get it..." Scratching of the blonde mop. "You are not supposed to. Repeat my orders." Dutifully the broomheaded officer memorized in a husky manner the commands, his left eye twitching. "Off you go." Lighting another cigarette the wolf of Mibu scanned the streets. Same business as usual, it seemed but he was not that easily deluded. He could smell the evil intention of conspiracy and reckless exchange of powers. His instinct roared in fury and hunger. Caressing the hilt of his sword he patrolled the city under his surveillance. »You better not dare to mess with the wolf...« ~+~ Sighing in utter relief and rubbing his aching back to no effect as the obi prevented any contact to his skin and spine, Sanosuke managed to gracefully leave the stage. The last performance was close to its end, the stars already sparkled in the sky and he felt hungry and tired. Yet, he resisted his desire to call it a day, have a decent meal and catch up some sleep, for something was going to happen soon and he was the only one in the inner circle of the conspiracy. "My beloved dear!" Hanashi grabbed his waist, patting his cheek. "You did just splendidly! Please, join me for a private dinner, will you?" Grinning meekly the youngster lowered his eyes and giggled maiden-like, feverishly considering his reply. He did not want to spent his time with that horrible horny jerk but he could not risk turning this offer down: Hanashi seemed like your common paranoid freak. "This would be intriguing", Sanosuke steeled his will to keep his face from twisting of utter disgust, "but I have to change first." "No need, lovely, you're gorgeous right the way you are!" Another luscious wink. »Gosh, now I am really sick!« ~+~ Hanashi ushered his adorable 'kitten' into his private tent, a rare luxury, offering to have a seat at a laid-out futon. "Your poor feet must be tired, Sweetie, just make yourself comfortable!" He lunged for Sanosuke who preferred to stand to inspect the place. At a sudden sound he spun around, nearly tripping over Hanashi who had tried to sneak his ways to the youth's well-clad knees. Two men entered the tent, their faces blank of any expression. "Hanashi, get your little toy to have a seat." Frowning the street-fighter backed up. He could not outrun a snail in his current dress-up but he would not surrender. The dramatist, intimidated by the brash attitude of his unwelcome visitors, chose to sit on a wooden box, pulling Sanosuke's sleeve to draw his attention. "Get on my lap, little one. You won't be harmed!" He implored with his high-pitched voice. Clenching his fists the youngster shook him off, tilting his head high, taking an arrogant stance. "I don't understand." He hissed coldly. "I am asked out for dinner and now I come to learn that your 'friends' are going to cause me physical damage?" He concluded haughtily. »Yeah, you assholes, that's a princess speaking, on your knees, unworthy monkeymen!« His statement brought up confusion and Sanosuke smugly tried to take his leave. One of the men pushed him very hard and due to his getas, the fist-fighter could not outbalance this sudden impact, hitting the mattress. "Stop that, you whore! What did you have with that sneaky cop? Answer!" A kick to his groin. Gritting his teeth in fury Sanosuke managed to pull himself upright, glaring fiercely. "I was sick and he helped me, nothing else, you sonofabitch!" A slap would have met his cheek but he caught the fist and clenched it to crush several bones. "Well, he was hitting on me but I turned him down. Any other questions, you piece of shit?" »Sorry, cricket man, but I need to beat someone up. Can't keep that girlie stuff up any longer!« ~+~ »I come to loathe this case.« Saitou flew through the shadows, leaving no trace, causing no sound. He was on chase, he felt the human layers disappear, and he liked it. This was disgusting and he had to get rid of this humiliating sense of sorrow. Just winks ago, he nearly killed two mating cats, misjudging their cries of lust and pleasure to be human. To be his. The area of the company was vast and he did not know where that silly roosterhead likely hung out to lazily doze off. Moving fast he listened, sniffed. A familiar voice hissed an insult. He lunged for the tent. ~+~ "You can't kill him yet! I didn't get to screw him!" Hanashi nagged while Sanosuke glared into the gaping ends of two guns. »Cowards...but I never ever give up!« "Shut up. If you're that desperate, fuck his corpse." Hanashi got up, arguing. "Why don't you help me gag him and you come over again in an hour? I will be done by then and you won't risk anything?!" He beamed anxiously, licking his lips. "I rather die than let you touch me, you pervert!" Sanosuke roared in fury, daring a circling kick with both legs, to bring one of his opponents down. Reeling about, a shot missed his stomach by inches, then, there was silence, a swift draft of fresh air, the slicing of the sticky breeze. And a severed head lost its body, hitting the ground with a thud. The second man tried to fire his gun but the tip of a shiny, hungry blade pinned his arm to his chest. With a gurgling sound he fell. Struggling to get up the youngster smiled merrily to meet the amber gaze of the wolf of Mibu. "Big bad wolfie to the rescue of the lovely princess!" He chuckled, wiping his dark-brown strands. "Man, I am glad to see you." Saitou frowned, his narrow eyes glistening like ice, ignoring the mischievous winking, pulling his sword out of the corpse. "You bitch." A faint hiss. Amber eyes flashing gold, pushing the youth aside. Sanosuke, tripping. A sudden, dull impact, causing the youngster to rise his arms in shock, propelling his body. Stumbling steps. As gracefully as a princess the street-fighter slowly sank to the ground. ~+~ Saitou blinked and time stood still. »Silly boy! Did you forget the rope fastened at your knees? Didn't you lecture me about forsaken love?« He let out his breath. Sanosuke slid to the ground. He disemboweled the dramatist. ~+~ Blinking, the youngster tried to rearrange his limbs, turn on his back to chase the sudden spasms of terror away. "Oi, you shitty pervert, I will kick your ass!" He coughed coarsely, a hideous pain tightening his chest to another series of convulsions. "Sneaking up from behind, you coward..." He stuck to insulting, sensing beads of sweat, pouring down his skin. A strong hand silenced his chattering teeth, a thumb traced his weary smile softly. "Don't move. I'll be back in an instant." The night fell on Sanosuke and he closed his eyes. ~+~ Draping the blanket and pushing the bloody corpses away, Saitou put out the flames of the lantern. The disgusting stench of gun powder stung in his nose, he let out a low growl, consisting of razorsharp fangs and feral fury. Rushing out, he conquered the shades, heading for one of the few wagons left. He crushed a box with one thrust, ignited a matchstick and tossed it right into the guns and explosives, covered with straw and oiled cloths. »Chou needed a signal.« His arrows would rain from the clock tower, to make sure no wagon, no carriage of the company stayed intact. »Some fireworks to enlighten the city and to make sure that it's future would be bright and free.« ~+~ Incessant detonation thundered through the alleys and streets, echos bouncing from walls and roofs. "Hu..?" Exhausted Sanosuke made a feeble attempt to get up. Did he sleep in to the fireworks of the grand finale? Why was he all worn out if having rested that long? What made his chest hurt so much? "Damn, where's the light?!" He wiped something roughly textured off his head, sensing the sticky quality of his whitish make-up. His arm fell heavily down. Oddly, he felt like weighing tons, else, he rapidly lost all of his strength and control! »What's going on?!« Confusedly trembling he reeled around, panting and hissing in cruel pain. »There... footsteps?« He coughed, spiting saliva. A snarl by his side, another weight pressing the mattress further down. "You were not to move, silly boy!" Strong arms snaked their way under his shoulders and his knees, lifting him up with tender care. »The smell of nicotine and something else... familiar but intoxicating...« "Saitou?" He blinked incredulously, trying to sneak his numb arms around that strong nape for support but even the merest effort caused immense pain to pale his tensed face. "Easy, roosterhead. Don't you realize you've been shot?" Another snort, softly vibrating through the muscled chest, to soothingly comfort Sanosuke who could not resist giving in to this most unexpected shelter. "That explains it..." The youth plainly muttered, suppressing a moan, as the tall man adjusted to his weak body. A burning breeze sizzled his hair and his exposed cheek, whirling down his neck beyond the kimono's cloth. "Sanosuke, we will get out and find a carriage. Hold on tight, I might be forced to ..." ".. kill some of the suckers while passing by? That's alright by me, big bad wolf..." The mischievous glance mingled with the drowsiness of fever and heavy lids closed on the chocolate-colored eyes sparkling encouragingly. "Stubborn brat." Saitou grinned with a slight trace of fondness, slipping to the shadows encircling his tall figure. ~+~ The urgency to extinguish the spreading fire from the wagon made the inhabitants of the playhouse grounds busily run about. Meanwhile, the police forces entered the area, taking control. They were keen to prove their value as being despised 'scumbags' of the countryside, members of the fourth class. The wolf of Mibu rushed his way through the confused masses, indifferently jumping before a carriage to captured it, just sending out one piercing stare of future peril if refused. Entering the carriage he supportingly positioned the panting youngster on this lap, keeping the limb body tightly to his chest to prevent major thrusts to the injury. "Speed up, man!" He commanded with a deep growl. ~+~ They came to an abrupt halt in front of iron bars, a huge fence to surround a guarded mansion. Sporting no expression whatsoever Saitou climbed out of the carriage, carrying Sanosuke on his arms. "No trespassing, man. Back off." The officer eyed the two guards with an anxious frown, narrowing his eyes to a sulfurous glare. "Take your woman and get lost. No treatment for Japanese." One of the guards felt inclined to utter, shifting slightly, his harsh voice struggling with the effort to pronounce the strange syllables. "The east is red." The wolf of Mibu growled menacingly the password, obtaining the foreign language. "Oh... shoulda've mentioned it before..." The gates swung open, to let Saitou find his way to the illuminated front entrance. Some attendants trailed his passing, hesitating to put a stop to the proceeding of the stranger and his presumed wife. The wolf of Mibu did not even care to pay them a glance, he judged them for sheep, just bright enough to avoid mingling his way by a low snarl. He invited himself into a huge living room, obviously reserved to private matters, kicking the doors to burst into it, dangling from the hinges. "What is this supposed to mean?!" An averagely built foreigner angrily got out of his armchair, brushing his suit. "How dare you break into my house?!" "We're here for medical treatment." Saitou whispered indifferently, stepping closer, staring fixedly into the older man's eyes. "I don't do Japanese. Now leave this instant!" Carefully displaying the youngster on a big bureau, hauling its contents on the floor, the wolf advanced his prey with a wicked grin. "Your guns inflicted that injury and your treatment will cure him." "I don't trade with guns! You're insulting me! Get out with your whore right now!" The back of Saitou's hand flashed one fleshy cheek, giving the jaws an idea of crushing within the next blow. Whirling back the foreigner fell to the ground, yelping of pain. "Pay the due respect and get up. My partner needs care." Pedaling backwards the surgeon meekly called for assistance but the sinister glare in the amber eyes froze the attendants to a complete standstill. Picking up the foreigner by his collar, the wolf flashed a feral smile of pure fangs. "Start working, gaijin, or I will read the future from your intestines. Obviously a short one." He chuckled maliciously. ~+~ The surgeon prepared his instruments, boiling water waited and some of the paralyzed lackeys nearly tripped over each other to gather clean sheets and towels. A wink with the chin. "Undress that... woman!" But Saitou growled lowly. He needed not wait to see those stupid men fumble with the strange concept of kimono and obi, even this 'famous' doctor had not yet perceived the true sex of the panting youth. Reaching out for a scalpel he severed the thick fabric, keeping Sanosuke down who instinctively tried to stir. "Damn it... wolfie...they're... gonna.. be pissed off...." Faking a jolly laughter, the street-fighter winked straight to the amber gaze, breaking up in a spasmodic cough. "And.. I lost... the fucking... wig..." "What is this? A boy? How disgusting! This is gross!" The surgeon roared, silenced when the tall officer picked his throat with the scalpel. "Did... he insult.. me? Tell him...he looks.. like a baboon's ass!" Sanosuke whispered coarsely. "Start the treatment." The former Shinsengumi ignored the remarks, slowly lowering the razorsharp instrument. "Very well.." A grumpy snore. "But I don't have anesthetics." "Get some." "This will take time and the brawls will slow down, too. He will be dead by then." The surgeon haughtily retorted, crossing his arms. Saitou glared, the amber glowing in sulfurous flames, absentmindedly combing the dark-brown strands of the youth. Sanosuke was to bleed to death or face agony beyond comparison. "Get some ropes. And a gag. Now!" Saitou roared menacingly. "We might store a bridle..." The surgeon mocked. To choke desperately for air. "Mind your tongue, vermin, else I rip it out of your foul trap. As far as I remember you can work without." The wolf growled barely audible, a series of low rumblings and snarls. Trembling the elder man had to sit down, drowning a glass of water. Meanwhile Saitou bound Sanosuke's wrists together, meeting the dazzled glance of the chocolate-colored eyes. The youth shook, his skin dripping beads of cold sweat, his teeth chattered away. Massaging the temples with his thumbs Saitou leaned closer down, fixing the straying orbs. "Sanosuke, there's nothing to soothe the pain. I will have to gag you." Collecting the pearly moisture with a towel the officer tied a strong belt of leather, resting, as the youth indicated to reply. "Don't worry, old man, I can take that. Had worse. But don't blame me if I chew that thing, didn't have any supper!" Sanosuke grinned ferociously. With a painful pang in his chest the wolf adjusted the belt, avoiding the feeble smile of encouragement. The leather belt looked rough and cruel, biting the tender flesh of the youth's lips and corners, a gruesome sight, defiling the beauty of his face. "You have to lift him up. I need to inspect the course of the bullet." Taking his seat on the bureau the tall enforcer of the law carefully arranged the shivering youngster on his lap, encircling the torso tightly. "Get his arms up.." Mumbling, the surgeon massaged his chin, rubbing his glasses. Resting the bound wrists in his nape Saitou could not prevent from straining the wound, blood soaked his uniform, wetting his groin. Sanosuke blinked, the long eyelashes beautified with shiny pearls but he never lost the amber stars of sulfurous ice. "Ah... there's the canal...the bullet must have been redirected..." The doctor inserted a long probe to measure the injury. A muffled moan and convulsions. Saitou had to rely on his strength to keep the street-fighter from flinching. "Tsss...he will wet the sheets and ruin the precious marble-inlays of my bureau!" The foreigner complained, frowning in dislike. Saitou tugged several strands of grey hair, piercing the shrieking man's blurry eyes. "If you wish to try for cruelties, I can render service!" He whispered hoarsely, flicking his efforts indifferently away. "This will be reported!" The surgeon whined. "Even in your lousy country, there will be prosecutors of the law!" The wolf of Mibu smiled with bare fangs. "Oh yes. I happen to be a man of the law. It goes Aku Soku Zan. Kill evil instantly." He bared his sharp teeth, tipping them with his tongue. "And you're running out of time." ~+~ After close inspection of Sanouke's right collarbone and his loins the decision was made to nurse the wound on his back first. Panting and shaking, moaning in agony, the youth never passed out long enough to subside his sufferings. Saitou rocked him slightly, burying the steaming hot face of the street-fighter on his shoulder. He had lived through many combats but he felt like howling out his utter fury right now, inspecting that velvety tanned skin being torn apart by forceps, the sheets covered with bloody cotton and stripes of cloth. »Why don't you pass out, silly boy?! Give in, only once!« "Now we gather the bullet." With reluctance Saitou lowered Sanosuke down, smoothing the trembling limbs, keeping the clenched fists in his hands. "Make sure he does not move. I have to cut along his bone." Silence fell upon them as the wolf straddled on the shivering body, capturing the wrists on the slender waists. "Close your eyes, Sanosuke." He directed, considering the mere sight of being cut and repeatedly stabbed, too disturbing. »Besides, the stubborn youth sports a serious fever.« Even cowering on his hips the wolf could sense the youngster's heart racing while his pulse lost its beat more than a time. Sanosuke slowly shook his head, his eyes clouded to darkness with agony. He would never ever surrender. The surgeon did not wait but forced his scalpel deep inside the shiny skin, scrapping the collarbone. A gagged scream echoed the hall. A probe was inserted, rummaging the whereabouts of the bullet. Tears welled down the white cheeks, absurdly still sporting the picturesque mask of feminine beauty. The thick paint hid the throbbing veins, the tensed sinews to remain conscious, to stand his ground no matter what. "Ah, there it is..." Saitou did not care to pay a glance, he mingled with the dark eyes, glistening like a sparkled sky. »Go to sleep now, Sano!« He mouthed. »You did well.« A tiny smile wrinkled the raw mouth beyond the leather gag, heavy lids set to rest and with a soft sigh Sanosuke passed out. ~+~ "He shall not be moved." The surgeon thoroughly scrubbed his hands, as to get rid of something utterly despicable. "Get your carriage done. Now!" Saitou bellowed, wrapping the unconscious youngster into his uniform jacket with tender caution. "You will not escape justice!" The elder man stated in satisfaction. "This will not go unnoticed. A ruthless act like this will get you the death sentence!" The wolf growled with a tight smile of bare fangs. "You better leave immediately before I take a personal interest in your slow and painful death. I wield out justice and there's no escape." The amber eyes turned into golden suns of feral beauty, displaying the beast beyond the human surface. As indifferently as ever Saitou lifted the street-fighter on his arms and paced to the front entrance, climbing into the gig, a light, two-wheeled, open carriage, the perfect vehicle in case of emergencies. Encircling the youth with his arms he snatched the reigns and directed the horse. The city was wide awake, relating to the explosions and the grim policemen who kept the peace, showing clubs and swords. Speeding recklessly Saitou headed to the borders of Tokyo, every now and then glancing back to scan his environment. Did anyone give chase to them? Finally he brought the gig to a staggering halt, the horse covered with sweat of the unexpected rush. Sanosuke stirred, groaning softly, in search of his wig. "...now, watch this....my hair's gone... and my pretty dress..how did I get that thing...woohaaa...world's aspinning..." Before he could severely hit the simple seat again, Saitou grabbed his waist to catch his fall. "Roosterhead, we have to walk now. Be quiet and hold on to me." He commanded. "Am nooo roosterhead....all's out... decent style...." The radiating heat of feverish agitation made the youngster rant on, staggering, reeling. Driving the horse away with a hearty spank, the officer carefully put one limb arm around his shoulder while slowly stroking the stomach of his whispering-lolling companion, balancing their joint weight. A few futile steps and he knew for sure, that he would not reach his destination. The formerly roosterheaded fighter stumbled, incessantly mumbling and moaning softly when the taller man tried to fix his grasp. Adjusting the youth against a nearby wall Saitou got to the ground, in order to tear apart some of the kimono's different layers of cloth to attain a more comfortable walk when someone snickered drunkenly. "Yeah man, give your lady the licks!" Mistaking the officer's head on level with the presumed woman's groin. Tilting around ready to answer in iron, feeble fingers ruffled his jet-black hair teasingly. "You know..." The clouded eyes winked in meek mischief. "I wouldn't mind it...." A low chuckle, followed by the leisurely closing of the eyelids, panting, head thrown back, exposing the tender neck, as to catch something on a higher level. Rising to his feet Saitou cast his menacing shadow, taking the injured fighter's sight all in. The frail features due to the kimono, the slender muscled form, the smoothly tanned skin, the dark-brown strands framing a heart-shaped face, the delicate curves from neck to collarbone. With a growl of impatience and enforced self-control he lifted the youngster again. "Be quiet." He hissed, keeping his gaze straight, as not to take a glance at the adorable look of Sanosuke's pale face. "Can walk alone, leggo..." Confused and in loss of his senses, the youth made a weak attempt to free himself, complaining, barely able to hold his stand. »Enough.« The wolf snatched the princess and stole her virgin kiss, finally ceasing when the unconscious maiden sagged into his arms. Now some of that horrible white make-up spotted lively tanned, slightly flushed skin and trembling lips. »At last you're a sleeping beauty.« ~+~ Carefully leaving the street-fighter on the porch of a small, secluded house in a traditional style, surrounded by mighty bushes and small trees, he unbolted the door and glided through the chamber, the kitchen and the living room. He could not detect anything changed, his precautions and little traps were still set and untouched. Sensing no traces of other human beings, he alighted a small lamp, unrolled his futon, preparing the thin mattress to harbor the youngster. Turning he could merely stifle a sharp remark: Sanosuke leaned shivering to a wooden column. "Gee, man, forgot something outside?" He teased coarsely, feigning a seducing pose. Pacing stoically at his side Saitou slid his blood-soaked jacket from the youngster's shoulders, tossing it aside. "You were not to be moved, remember?" He argued mildly, unfastening the soiled kimono. "Whoa..." Half-closing his eyes, the street-fighter giggled wearily. "You're a fast one for the first date...ouch!" He hissed, being taught respect by a sharp twist at his earlobe. Ushered to the futon, he could not refrain from mocking, too worn out to cease his exhausted cheerfulness. "Oi, cricket man, you didn't even take me out for dinner! I have some doubts about our future, I don't go for cheapskates." He chirped in a girlish manner, winking and twirling a dark-brown lock. A menacing growl further on he was sprawled flat on the mattress, the wolf kneeling next to his head. "Sober up, imbecile!" Saitou hissed enraged, judging by the sulfurous flames sizzling the tense air. "This is serious." Placing Sanosuke's hands on the trembling chest and an inch beyond his navel he whispered huskily. "Don't you feel your heart missing beats? How low your blood pressure already is?" Cracking a smug smile Sanosuke blew a kiss. "Oh darling, you're so charming, acting all tender and caring!" He dared the officer another time. "That's it! I'll gag you!" Saitou got up, too annoyed to reply in his usual succinct manner, urging down the desire to throttle the stubborn youth. "Oh, I am getting all hot...I already knew you liked me tied up but two times in a row..." "You foolish brat! Stop your insolent ranting right now or I make you!" Rubbing the smirking face to get rid of the make-up he bent over, inspecting his efforts. "You're suffering a dangerous fever, dummy!" "Uuuhhh!" Purring like a cat Sanosuke winked mischievously at the wolf. "You should know I like to be in the heat!" He teased panting. Snarling in disapproval Saitou simply tucked a blanket around the shivering body, growling. "Stay." "Wuff wuff!" With a cough, obediently the street-fighter closed his eyes, relaxing visibly, his pale features softening instantly. »Stupid brat! You need not keep up your bravado.« He gathered his uniform jacket and the kimono, went for the rear entrance to get to his bath house. The kimono would end up as rags but sinking his jacket could spare him dear costs and some explaining. Undressing quickly he refreshed himself, extinguishing the stains of blood, regaining his composure. Entering his house he found the youngster uncovered, exposed to the cold breeze which haunted the chamber since ever, shaking and chattering. "...you're back..." Sanosuke coughed, reaching out with a faint smile. "Man, I'm freezin'.." His eyelids fluttered. "I told you not to move, silly boy!" The officer scolded, snuggling close to the trembling youth, straightening him, one arm carefully embracing the wounded chest, one leg radiating the wolf's heat between the cold one's of the youngster. "Am no boy, cricket man!" The fist-fighter turned his head to wink dazed at the enforcer of the law, entangling their fingers. "You won't go for boys." He yawned with a frown like a child. "What makes you think I would ever spare a glance, impudent fool?" The wolf of Mibu tightened his grasp, to no effect as the street-fighter was used to earn his living on the endurance and strength of his fists. "You kissed me, remember? And we're sharing your futon right now." An amused chuckle. "I had no gag at hand and you were ranting." Saitou ruffled the dark-brown locks with his spare hand. "Bet you wish I was a girl!" Smirking in midi-slumber, the youngster sighed mockingly. Snorting the officer brushed this remark away. "Sleep, imbecile." Anxiously he waited for the youth to breathe steady and deep before he rendered his tense body to rest. ~+~ In time to greet the dawn he rose again, shifting the blanket aside to inspect the youth's state of condition. The breathing was close to laboriously but the shivering had ceased, leaving the skin sticky. He fetched a towel, tenderly caressing the traces of moisture away. Enjoying the silence he left the chamber to prepare some rural breakfast, fetching another set of uniform. With a final glance he placed the dishes in reach of the sleeping youngster, paying a brief caress to a pale cheek. "No fussing, brat!" He whispered harshly, leaving with the song of the early birds. ~+~ Around noon the confusion regarding the strange explosions in the previous night was resolved. As Saitou paid his due visit to the gathering of the ministers, the secret service had already provided the details of the revolt, advising to stick to the popular version of fireworks which went off by an accidentally dropped matchstick. Luckily the government stored another load to entertain the citizens who missed the show. The officer had to suppress a snort of utter disgust. He left as soon as possible, checking on his fellow officers. There were a few arrests, some minor injuries, smoldering devices of the conspiracy... and a snoring broomhead on his desk. A low growl and his 'partner' jumped to attention, blinking. "You sent a team to patrol the shore?" He barked without further addressing. The blonde officer winced, avoiding the piercing stare, scratching clumsily his nape. "Ya know..." Chou awkwardly started, briskly cut off by a spiteful growl. The wolf already hiked his territory, ordering around, taking precautions to catch every last one of the conspirators. ~+~ "Oh, officer Fujita-san, this is most unfortunate! We lost so many of our possessions in the fire last night! Some of the technical staff has been taken into custody, not to mention the strange shooting of my dear friend Hanashi!" Yamamichi sobbed melodramatically. Baring his sharp fangs Saitou leaned closer to whisper in a confidential manner. "There's an easy sentence to self-inflicted fire in this city: the proprietor is an alleged arsonist, endangering his fellow citizens. So we consider it appropriate to charge his possessions as compensation. Absolutely everything." The never-again-to-be-jolly fat man seemed about to faint but lacking piteous support he remained fidgeting, wringing his pudgy hands. "B-b-but. ..." He stammered. "You think it wise to complain, Yamamichi-san, chief of the company?" The wolf smiled wickedly. Some chins wobbled trembling. "I thought so. Now, don't let me detain you. You're short of supplies.. and of time." Idly tipping the brim of his hat, the wolf of Mibu stalked the vast area with his lupine grace. ~+~ Inspecting the remnants of the carriage and the dramatist's tent his gaze fell upon a tall, bald man, thoughtfully holding a female wig. »The roosterhead's male counterpart.« A sly smile wrinkled the corners of a thin-lipped mouth. ~+~ The grand finale. A gathering of the wealthy, powerful and mighty, waiting to be entertained, entrusting their safety to the policemen at guard. One of them sported a smug look on a pale but attractive face, sneaking his way close to the stage. He did not care about another attempt of revolt due to the presence of several police vessels. There was something to be seen he would remember to the end of his days. Minimum. ~+~ He clapped the fan, carefully lifting the hem of his kimono, leaving the stage in the graceful way of a young woman. Heading for the changing-tent he glanced cautiously, intimidating some shallow admirers mistaking the tall man for a member of the negotiable business. Baring one slender leg he sat on a box, taking off the heavy wig. "Oh, you adorable flower of the paradise's gardens, I yearn for your tender touch, your longing lips, your enticing gaze..." Beaming all over Sanosuke entered the tent, spreading his arms. "You absolutely have to marry me!" With a growl the wolf in a sheep's cover got to his feet, threatening to send a series of blows at the uniformed intruder. "You're asking for serious trouble, imbecile! Starting with soiling my spare uniform and sneaking your way into this place. You were to lie down and not to stir until further notice." Dancing away, barely able to manage his stumbling, the youngster dared the glaring officer, blowing kisses, ruffling the smooth locks to the spiky look again. "Nahh, couldn't have missed your show, precious!" He winked mischievously. "Imagine some jerk hitting on you... you're exposing your legs..." "Get out. I am on duty." Crossing his arms in front of his chest the youth stifled a moan, still grinning. "You're a stiff one, cricket man! Come on, relax! After all it's the grand finale, fireworks.." He straightened, brushing his uniform as to mimic severe preparations. The wolf narrowed his eyes, every muscle slipped to attention... "Hello there..." A boisterous man in a foreign evening-dress entered the tent. "Where's that docile love-bird?" He hollered with a heavy tongue. Embracing the enforcer of the law the street-fighter glared at the competitor, relying to insults due to his temporary lack of force. "Hey, move your sorry ass right now, monkeyman or I trash it!" He bellowed, lowering his shoulders to intimidate his sweating opponent. "How dare you? I will see to your dishonorable dismissing!" The man roared back, -to sag to the ground with a yelp. "No, you will not." As composed as usual the wolf of Mibu lowered the club, taking his seat on the box once more. "Get over here." "Say.." The roosterheaded youngster hesitated, smiling lopsidedly. "You're not.. trying anything kinky, right?" Another glare, accompanied by a low, menacing growl. "So...you're not angry...?" The youth took a step closer, rubbing his temple to cast away a sudden drowsiness. A strong arm caught his waist, with a rush he was hurled to the lap of the older man, blinking, gasping, focused by enigmatic amber eyes. "Do you finally realize your frail condition, moron? Now, stop fidgeting till I'm done!" Briskly rubbing the paint off his face and combing his jet-black hair to the usual fashion Saitou set out a series of utter growls. "What a pity... you looked so adorable..." Sanosuke could not refrain from teasing, resting his cheek on a shoulder, glancing up. "And you really tricked them...actually, you're a gorgeous lady." He complimented, with serious admiration. "Get a grip, brat, you're straining my patience." Another piercing stare while the officer tried to loosen the knots of the obi, a difficult task with a snuggling youngster on his lap. "I came to your rescue." Sanosuke stated, sitting up proudly before altering his point of view. "Well, the doofus was late, but...!" He tipped his nose. "Nevertheless, I defended your honor!" Finally getting rid of the obi Saitou snorted disdainfully. "I knocked him out. You were of no assistance at all. I don't have to rely on anyone, imbecile." A frown darkened the youth's attractive features. "So you think you can do everything on your own?" He inquired. "Of course." An arrogant glance straight ahead. "I don't think so! Try this one!" Strong hands cupped angular cheeks, a hot breeze tinted with the taste of sweets sizzled thin lips, to be parted and sealed with a deep, intense kiss. ~+~ Reluctantly they broke off, avoiding another exchange of glares and glances. Saitou lifted the street-fighter to his feet, sliding the kimono to the ground and quickly dressing to his usual attire, the plain uniform. "We're leaving." The youth was instructed, obediently following the tall officer, alas, the fast pace left him gasping and struggling to walk straight. He did not dare calling out, both of them just men in uniform, encircled by fellow officers, crowding to leave for the fireworks. Sanosuke trailed back, suppressing anger and frustration as he was elbowed several times to speed up. »So, that's it... job's done, so goodbye...« Ruffling his mop of hair he fastened his red bandana again, longing for his own clothes. »Back to reality. Silly street rat here - evil enforcer of the law over there.« "Already lost?" A familiar voice growled in sonorous depths, a tall silhouette evaded the shadows. "I don't care for the fucking fireworks." The youth grumbled. "I get myself some sake to celebrate the end of our collaboration. At least I don't have to flatter old ugly men anymore!" He glared ferociously. "Don't be daft, brat. You're beyond your limits, go home and have a rest." The retort was down to business, revealing no trace of emotions. "You know, I kissed you!" Sanosuke boasted desperately, to prevail over the stinging pain of bitter disappointment in his already tense chest. "So what?" A chuckle, mocking. He clenched his fists stamping his way, muttering under his laborious breath. "You miserable bastard.." Almost tripping when a gloved hand caught his wrist. "The carriage is over there." Shaking his hand free the youth hissed. "I don't care! I am not one of your lackeys, I don't have to stand your fucking games!" "You prefer being gagged and tied up again?" The wolf whispered teasingly, pinning his angry prey to a wall. "Listen...!" "I don't negotiate!" The big bad wolf gagged the cocky rooster once more, engaged in another kiss to render him beyond speech. Saitou directed the youngster to the carriage, steadying their walk by tightly grasping the narrow hips of his enchanted companion. "Say, Saitou... take me out for supper?" "No." "Well... breakfast?" A quick peck on a cheek. "Maybe." Another smug smile. "Uh... can I get another one?" "Maybe." Something close to a wicked grin. "But I don't have to dress up as a girl again..?!" A low chuckle of utter amusement. "It was never required." Roaring of fury, mixed with laughter, somewhat breathless. "Ye Gods, wolfie... wanna marry me anyways?" ~+~ The end~+~ Thanks for reading along ^_^ kimera Notes of production Second contribution to Queen Yokozuna's Challenge, this one (my hilarious English again) to the Cross-Dressing-Special. I checked on Kabuki, saw Ronin another time (for the revenge of the 47 samurai), so this idea already "sizzled" in my mind and of course, the great sketch of Mr. Cat assisted to ravel the plot. To be plain about a certain aspect: Being performer of onnagata (female roles) in Kabuki does not mean that the artist just goes for his own sex. Definitely not! According to Sano's beauty (and he is gorgeous in his savage ways) who would not hit on him?! *cough* provided you're lacking any sense of self-preservation ^-^°