An insane little rk fic written by P.Rico, brain
child of Harumi ^-^.
Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin was created by Watsuki Nobuhiro. This twisted fic is for
entertainment only.
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Kenshin and Aoshi
looked at the tall man standing before them. They were aware that he was
speaking, but something else had caught their attention.
"Are you
listening?" said the obviously irritated Saitou, turning to the two
younger men.
Kenshin jumped, and even with his
incredible self-control, Aoshi jumped slightly.
"Of course
we are," said Kenshin.
"Then what
did I say?"
"Oroooo..." Kenshin smiled
sheepishly.
"This
investigation is very important," said Saitou. "Shinomori,
you of all people should realized that."
Aoshi merely nodded, refusing
to open his mouth for fear of what would come out.
"Sorry,
Saitou," said Kenshin. "Could you please
repeat it?"
Saitou was about
to comply but he saw the two men were still very much distracted.
Muttering a
bitter curse, Saitou picked up a file and threw it at Aoshi.
"Here's the
report," he muttered. "Look it over and come back when you're
serious."
Not saying so
much as a parting word, Kenshin and Aoshi quickly scuffled out of Saitou's office.
When they reached
the street, they both let out a breath they had been holding.
"I wouldn't
have believed it if I hadn't seen it," said Aoshi.
"I saw it
and I still don't believe it," replied Kenshin.
"Well, we
did learn one thing," said Aoshi.
"And that
is?"
"Pink is
definitely Saitou's color."
Kenshin almost fell to the ground
laughing, and Aoshi began smiling, which was the
equivalent to another person bursting out laughing. They quickly made their way
back to the dojo. The other would enjoy hearing this.
* * * *
Saitou lit
another cigarette, looked down at his uniform and let out another oath.
"How did
this happen?" he asked himself, even though he already knew the answer.
Tokio had been pushing him to
request some uniforms. She thought the old ones were too ratty. Saitou,
himself, didn't see anything wrong with them so he just brushed off Tokio's request.
But he should
have known better. Whatever Tokio wanted, Tokio got.
He came home one
day to find Tokio had "accidently"
bleached all of his uniforms and "accidently"
washed them with, and only with, her red kimonos.
He immediately
put in a request for new uniforms but was told he'd have to wait a few days for
them to come in. And he couldn't come to work with out a uniform, no matter
what the color.
Saitou had
planned to hide his discolored uniform under a coat while outside, and have
minimal contact with people once he got to his office.
Unfortunately, he
had forgotten he had arranged a meeting with Shinomori
and the Battousai.
From the window
of his office, he saw the Kenshin burst into laughter
as he and Aoshi quickly headed for the Kamiya Dojo. If it wasn't for his uniform, he'd go out and Gatotsu
both of them.
He put that on
his list of things to do once he got his new uniforms.
He put out one
cigarette, lit another one, then looked down at his
uniform once again.
"Tomorrow,
I'm calling in sick."
End
Okay, this
twisted fic came to be as a result of me commenting
to Harumi that I changed the bgcolor of my homepage
from pink because I wanted to put Saitou on it and he wouldn't be caught dead
on a pink background. She replied that Tokio washing
Saitou's uniform with her reds and leaving him with a pink uniform would make
an interesting fic.
I
made the mistake of reading her suggestion when I had waaaaaaaaayyyy
to much free time on my hands.
Anyways,
there it is. I hope you liked it and thanks for reading.
