Saitou x Hide is true love
I wish I had a better way to honor this day that a collection of tinted images… *smiles*
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Saitou x Hide is true love
I wish I had a better way to honor this day that a collection of tinted images… *smiles*
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*enters and looks around approvingly*
*goes to the kitchen and takes out a couple of wine glasses. Clears the table and places the wine and cheddar cheese along with some grapes*
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*starts to smoke, counting the minutes*
*enters and grins softly, seeing him there*
Mmm… and here I was getting your birthday greeting ready… *rummages around a cabinet, finding some candles, setting two on the table and lighting them before sitting down next to him*
*leans over, kissing him softly* Happy New Years and Happy Birthday, my love.
*smiles as she kisses him*
“Nice touch with the candle.”
*reaches over to pour some wine for her and himself*
“I’m glad you got this place -clean-. You’re starting to be a very good mind-reader.”
*smiles, biting her lip to keep from grinning at his comment about the candle, she knew how wonderful his eyes would look in that light… and she was -right-*
*looks around* I did want to do some housecleaning… *takes a sip of the wine* Glad to see you agreed. *looks over at him* After all, it was a gift for you.
Nice touch with the wine… *pops one of the grapes in her mouth, then picks another up, holding it out in front of his lips*
*catches the finger with the grape and lingers on her finger longer than necessary*
*lets go and smirks*
“What do you think is in store for us -this- year?”
“This year…” I move back to sit closer to him, quiet for a moment.
“I don’t know what will happen… but I do know that together we’ll be able to face whatever this next year throws at us. Like the other day… knowing I would have your support, I could speak up.” There was a time when even an impostor of his wife would have cowed me… when I couldn’t even speak of her, much less -to- her.
I glance back over at him. “But I think… that this is the year that is time that you have the right kind of wife by your side.” I look deep into his eyes, “a year ago there was a woman who promised that she would always sit in your lap, play with your bangs and make you soba…” I reach for his hand. “However, I do insist that I will make something besides soba for you… ” I take another sip of wine. “So I’m amending my promise from last year.”
“I think most of our problems coming from those people in our writer’s space is close to being gone. At least from -our- lives, not necessarily theirs.”
I take a drag at my cigarette. It is unfortunate indeed.
“At least the two weren’t wimps in this case.”
Nodding my head, I take a sip of the wine.
I chuckle as she reminds me of her promise of soba. “I’m actually starting to have a taste for other food types.”
Soba of course was something I always liked. No that’s not right but my other wife Yaso made it out of practicality. I’m not really sure why I love it now, if it’s the taste or memories it brings.
“Make me something else with fish.” I watch her surreptitiously.
“Good… and we have our privacy now.” I take a piece of the cheese. “And even my writer spoke up… she listened for once…”
“Something else with fish?” I grin up at him. “I’ll see what I have here, but I will always keep you well-fed…” I turn so I can wrap my arm around him, and whisper in his ear, “however, you did miss something in what I said before…. maa… I speak of soba and you are -entirely- distracted.” I sit back up, still holding onto him, with a laugh.
“however, you did miss something in what I said before…. maa… I speak of soba and you are -entirely- distracted.”
I blink and look up as she moves away from me. “I did? It’s probably because my writer is singing “Chicago” with that frankie boy of hers…”
Grabbing her hand I kiss her and say. “Happy New year… And thank you for coming into my life.”
“You’re lucky, Kizu-san sings much better than Safety…” I laugh.
As he kisses me and thanks me, his words filling me with warmth. I lean back to him, wrapping my arms around him, giving him a kiss of my own. Breaking away, I smile softly. “Thanks for being in mine.” Words which cannot convey just how much I cherish him.
Ah.. I sip the wine. It seems my tolerance is lower these days as I feel the effects of it slowly creeping up on me. I look down at the alcohol slightly thankful, otherwise I’d probably not have said anything.
She leaves and I watch her, contenting myself with the cigarette, a glass of wine in my hand and a beautiful bosom in view. Leaning back on the chair, I think about the past year and many more before that. Those who, perhaps unreal to some, is very real to me that no matter what some people say nothing really matters except what I and she know them to be. Souji, Kondou and Hijikata…
“You’ve not spoken much of Souji lately Hide.” I say to her. Sometimes I worry about that.
I come back, having made quick work of preparing the fish with some vegetables… prepared simply, allowing the natural flavors to be prominent.
You’ve not spoken much of Souji lately Hide
Setting the plates down, I look over at him. “I don’t… it not that I don’t think about him. He was an important part of my past, and I learned things… about life, and living, that are still a part of me today.” I refill my glass of wine after sitting back down next to him. “And even those times when we like to think of a different past…” I smile thinking of that “boy” and his “girl”, “it’s not to discount Souji.”
I look at the flame of the candle. “He’s my past, your past, our past. I’ve begun to tell Makoto of the men that inspired her name… and she’ll know of Souji just as she will of the others.” I look back at Hajime, my eyes soft in the candlelight. “We’ll keep them… the real people that we knew.” To some they might just be names but they were our friends.
“He’s my past, your past, our past. I’ve begun to tell Makoto of the men that inspired her name… and she’ll know of Souji just as she will of the others.”
“Ah I see.” I take a long drag on the cigarette before putting it out. There’s so many conflicting things when I talk about that time. From the streets in this Meiji Restoration, to the other time where my friends are not allowed to rest in peace. I am just glad, that my experience in this life had stopped before meeting the rest of them, the lawyer, the teacher, the school principal. I’d probably be bitter with them too, knowing that they somehow replaced my comrades. Of course, some would dare argue, that this is the displaced situation and that even the battousai and his friends are of no importance. I’ll have to just smirk at that and so I do.
Sitting myself on the table, I motion for Hide to sit as I take a bite of the fish.
“One of these days you’ll have to tell me what dishes you are cooking.” I joke of course. “And I have to push Saya to speak.”
Ah well, my thoughts are drifting. I wipe them away. “But let’s have a nice dinner before I go.”
Ah I see.
I reach over and touch his hand, squeezing it lightly. “And you’ll have to tell her to… we’ll tell her together. She likes your storytelling better than mine, she says I’m to slow and she’s asleep before I finish,” I laugh, shaking my head.
He eats some of the fish, and I watch him carefully. “Do you like?” I ask with a bit of a grin, knowing full well that it is of course to my usual level. “It’s simple, I’ll have to do a full Kyoto-style spread again one day but as I recall… someone was more fond of his dessert,” I tease, as I take a bite of the fish.
“And you’ll have to tell her to… we’ll tell her together. She likes your storytelling better than mine, she says I’m to slow and she’s asleep before I finish,”
“Perhaps.” I continue eating.
“It’s simple, I’ll have to do a full Kyoto-style spread again one day but as I recall… someone was more fond of his dessert,”
I feign a frown. “That I was not!” And I chuckle, thinking of the night before… and the others before that. So many nights this woman had made me lose control of myself. A very dangerous thing, but at least it’s not in the wrong hands.
That I was not!
“Mmm-hmm…” I fail at hiding a grin. It’s another aspect of our relationship that I cherish… that I can be so free with him and express the passion I have for him.
I scoot over, nuzzling his neck. “Last night you did most of the work… next time I’ll make sure you can take it easy.” I laugh, nipping playfully at his ear before scooting back over.