RK fic for coastal_spirit
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elabyI'm still working on that drabble/drawble meme, I swear! Here's my fic for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
coastal_spirit :D She requested any combination of Kenshin, Sano, and Saitou. I give you all of them! And their variously complicated relationships with each other.
I hope you like it, Mama! I had such fun writing it XD
Title: Reckless
Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin
Characters: Sanosuke, Saitou, Kenshin (and a small Yumi cameo)
Warnings: Language.
Words: 750
Notes: This has got two halves - the first one takes place after Sano fights Anji in Shishio's mansion in the Kyoto arc, and the second takes place during the first fight with Enishi in the Jinchu arc. Ahou means approximately "moron" in the Kansai dialect of Japanese. It's Saitou'spet name favorite insult for Sano.
The place was made of flamelight and shadow, and somewhere beyond, the subtle smell of coal fires. In the paneled hallway of Shishio's mansion, Kenshin and Saitou heard a shuffling but determined gait approach behind them. Kenshin recognized it and none of his defensive senses were triggered, but Saitou turned with his hand moving toward his sword. When he saw that it was Sanosuke he gave a snort.
"Thought you would join us after all, did you?"
Kenshin shot him a look, then turned back to survey Sano. "Are you all right?"
"Fine, fine," Sano said, and caught Kenshin's wrist as he lifted his hand to examine Sano's wounds. "Nothing to worry about. We've got bigger things, right?" Kenshin's skepticism was clear in his steady gaze, but he refrained from objecting, and Sano let go of his wrist.
"Indeed you do," Yumi said sharply, from ahead of them. Sano had forgotten she was there; he grimaced, and she scowled back at him. "The man in the next room is Uonuma Usui. He is known as the Blind Sword. You would do well to prepare yourselves."
"What else can you tell us about him?" Kenshin asked, moving back toward her. Sano went to join him, but as he did, Saitou put out his arm and in one motion pinned Sano by his shoulder to the wall.
"Ow!" Sano said with supreme indignation, and Kenshin glanced over his shoulder at the two of them. His attention was divided, however, and he judged the situation sufficiently free of danger to return his focus to Yumi's description of their next adversary.
"Look," Saitou said, his voice low, while Sano looked at him as if unsure whether he were still in possession of all his marbles. "I always knew you were an idiot, but I never thought you were this much of an idiot. Just how nearly dead are you?"
"I'm fine," Sano said, bristling. "I could take you now, as a matter of fact." Saitou snorted again, more loudly this time.
"You're not fooling anybody, ahou. I never considered you to be someone with a very substantial supply of good judgement, but this goes beyond my expectations. Do you realize what you almost did back there?"
Sano blinked at him. He had thought he'd done a pretty good job "back there," actually; he beat Anji without killing him and even managed to turn the fallen monk around. He knew - well, he hoped quite desperately, anyway - that Kenshin would be proud, but he was pretty sure Saitou at least shouldn't be angry at him for it.
Saitou gritted his teeth with a frustration he didn't bother to conceal. "You may be stupid enough not to see how closely your safety is tied to his stability, but I need his psyche in tact - such as it is - in order to accomplish my goal. Do you realize what it would have done to him to see you die in front of his eyes? He'd be useless. Consider the consequences to those around you before recklessly throwing your life away."
Sano tried to wriggle out of Saitou's hold. As if his unyielding grip weren't bad enough, the man was barely six inches away, and it made Sano's skin prickle in a most disturbing fashion. "It wasn't reckless," he said, somewhat sulkily. "It worked, didn't it?"
"This time," Saitou said, and stalked away.
--
"Shouldn't get so attached, my ass," Sano muttered as the two of them stood, ages later, keeping back from the melee with Enishi's men. His hand hurt, and he was pissed off. Really, really pissed off. So pissed off that he wanted to do something stupid and rash - the way Saitou implied he always acted - and precisely because of that, he didn't.
"Did you say something, ahou?"
"I said," Sano retorted, with what he felt was impressive restraint, "you should've taken your own damn advice."
"And what advice is that?"
"That dying recklessly might screw things up for somebody else."
Saitou raised both eyebrows. He actually looked surprised - genuinely surprised, Sano observed - but Sano was too busy inwardly swearing up a storm at his reddening ears that he didn't get to enjoy the feeling much. After a long silence, there came the quick scrape of a match as Saitou lit a cigarette.
"Pussy."
Sano spluttered, and punched Saitou hard in the arm with his good hand, but for the first time in their acquaintance he heard Saitou laugh in a way that wasn't entirely malicious.
coastal_spirit :D She requested any combination of Kenshin, Sano, and Saitou. I give you all of them! And their variously complicated relationships with each other.I hope you like it, Mama! I had such fun writing it XD
Title: Reckless
Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin
Characters: Sanosuke, Saitou, Kenshin (and a small Yumi cameo)
Warnings: Language.
Words: 750
Notes: This has got two halves - the first one takes place after Sano fights Anji in Shishio's mansion in the Kyoto arc, and the second takes place during the first fight with Enishi in the Jinchu arc. Ahou means approximately "moron" in the Kansai dialect of Japanese. It's Saitou's
The place was made of flamelight and shadow, and somewhere beyond, the subtle smell of coal fires. In the paneled hallway of Shishio's mansion, Kenshin and Saitou heard a shuffling but determined gait approach behind them. Kenshin recognized it and none of his defensive senses were triggered, but Saitou turned with his hand moving toward his sword. When he saw that it was Sanosuke he gave a snort.
"Thought you would join us after all, did you?"
Kenshin shot him a look, then turned back to survey Sano. "Are you all right?"
"Fine, fine," Sano said, and caught Kenshin's wrist as he lifted his hand to examine Sano's wounds. "Nothing to worry about. We've got bigger things, right?" Kenshin's skepticism was clear in his steady gaze, but he refrained from objecting, and Sano let go of his wrist.
"Indeed you do," Yumi said sharply, from ahead of them. Sano had forgotten she was there; he grimaced, and she scowled back at him. "The man in the next room is Uonuma Usui. He is known as the Blind Sword. You would do well to prepare yourselves."
"What else can you tell us about him?" Kenshin asked, moving back toward her. Sano went to join him, but as he did, Saitou put out his arm and in one motion pinned Sano by his shoulder to the wall.
"Ow!" Sano said with supreme indignation, and Kenshin glanced over his shoulder at the two of them. His attention was divided, however, and he judged the situation sufficiently free of danger to return his focus to Yumi's description of their next adversary.
"Look," Saitou said, his voice low, while Sano looked at him as if unsure whether he were still in possession of all his marbles. "I always knew you were an idiot, but I never thought you were this much of an idiot. Just how nearly dead are you?"
"I'm fine," Sano said, bristling. "I could take you now, as a matter of fact." Saitou snorted again, more loudly this time.
"You're not fooling anybody, ahou. I never considered you to be someone with a very substantial supply of good judgement, but this goes beyond my expectations. Do you realize what you almost did back there?"
Sano blinked at him. He had thought he'd done a pretty good job "back there," actually; he beat Anji without killing him and even managed to turn the fallen monk around. He knew - well, he hoped quite desperately, anyway - that Kenshin would be proud, but he was pretty sure Saitou at least shouldn't be angry at him for it.
Saitou gritted his teeth with a frustration he didn't bother to conceal. "You may be stupid enough not to see how closely your safety is tied to his stability, but I need his psyche in tact - such as it is - in order to accomplish my goal. Do you realize what it would have done to him to see you die in front of his eyes? He'd be useless. Consider the consequences to those around you before recklessly throwing your life away."
Sano tried to wriggle out of Saitou's hold. As if his unyielding grip weren't bad enough, the man was barely six inches away, and it made Sano's skin prickle in a most disturbing fashion. "It wasn't reckless," he said, somewhat sulkily. "It worked, didn't it?"
"This time," Saitou said, and stalked away.
--
"Shouldn't get so attached, my ass," Sano muttered as the two of them stood, ages later, keeping back from the melee with Enishi's men. His hand hurt, and he was pissed off. Really, really pissed off. So pissed off that he wanted to do something stupid and rash - the way Saitou implied he always acted - and precisely because of that, he didn't.
"Did you say something, ahou?"
"I said," Sano retorted, with what he felt was impressive restraint, "you should've taken your own damn advice."
"And what advice is that?"
"That dying recklessly might screw things up for somebody else."
Saitou raised both eyebrows. He actually looked surprised - genuinely surprised, Sano observed - but Sano was too busy inwardly swearing up a storm at his reddening ears that he didn't get to enjoy the feeling much. After a long silence, there came the quick scrape of a match as Saitou lit a cigarette.
"Pussy."
Sano spluttered, and punched Saitou hard in the arm with his good hand, but for the first time in their acquaintance he heard Saitou laugh in a way that wasn't entirely malicious.
