Rurouni Kenshin: Saitou Hajime/Saitou Tokio
Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin
Title: A Helpful Husband
Author/Artist: Takagi Sada
Theme: #32 Janitor
Pairing/Characters: Saitoh Hajime - Saitoh Tokio
Rating: G
Disclaimer/claimer This is an historical couple. I do not own them. No one should be able to claim them but their family members.
Summary What does it take to make the wolf domestic?
Ah pregnancy. It is the only time in my life when my wolf of a husband takes the scrub brush from my hands and gets down on his knees to scrub my kitchen floor for me. Of course he waits until our toddler is sound asleep, napping, oblivious of what his father is doing. I don’t blame Hajime. I certainly do not want him to be seen by anyone, not even by his firstborn son, doing anything that might tarnish his stellar reputation of being a cold, calculating cop. A bit of amusement flashes through my eyes at that thought.
From where I sit, mending Tsutomu’s small hakama, I keep watch on the courtyard gate. If anyone should appear, I will immediately let my husband know that company has arrived, giving him enough time to recompose himself to his usual persona. He has never actually told me that he has no desire to let the world know there is another side to him, but I know him well enough to have figured that out on my own.
I have to smile to myself. I am the only person on this earth, besides our son, to whom he shows a kind and gentle side. His face has never once shown me the distain it often holds for others. I am thankful for this consideration. I knew about the softer aspect of his personality before we married. If he hadn’t revealed it to me, I doubt I would have married him.
Shortly after I met him, I noticed he treated me differently than he treated others. Most of the time it was when we were alone. However, he was always civil towards me when we were around others, too. It wasn’t that he treated me better than anyone else while we were in public, but it was that he treated me with a type of noncommittal neutrality, neither unkind, nor showing me any special attention.
As he works his way across my kitchen floor, I am careful not to let him see that I am discreetly stealing glances at him while I stitch. I have always loved to watch him work, to see the strength in his shoulders and the determination in his eyes, regardless of the task at hand. He has always taken good care of Tsutomu and I. His job calls him away from home often, but he always manages to find a trusted subordinate officer to stop by everyday to see if I need help with the heavier tasks while he is away, tasks such as refilling the woodshed with split firewood or digging the burdock that grows in our garden.
I am brought from my thoughts by the sound of him standing. He wrings out the cloth in the bucket for one last time before he picks it up to empty outside. As he leaves the kitchen he looks at me, sending me one of his trademark smirks and giving me a little wink. He must have caught me staring at him. Again. My cheeks flush with a bit of pink before I look back at my mending. He should be flattered that after so many years of marriage I still want to check him out. Truthfully, I still find him very attractive, even more so than before.
It is only after Hajime exits the kitchen door and heads for the backyard that I allow my lips to curve into a wide grin. He is all mine. How I managed to be so lucky, I will never know.
Title: A Helpful Husband
Author/Artist: Takagi Sada
Theme: #32 Janitor
Pairing/Characters: Saitoh Hajime - Saitoh Tokio
Rating: G
Disclaimer/claimer This is an historical couple. I do not own them. No one should be able to claim them but their family members.
Summary What does it take to make the wolf domestic?
Ah pregnancy. It is the only time in my life when my wolf of a husband takes the scrub brush from my hands and gets down on his knees to scrub my kitchen floor for me. Of course he waits until our toddler is sound asleep, napping, oblivious of what his father is doing. I don’t blame Hajime. I certainly do not want him to be seen by anyone, not even by his firstborn son, doing anything that might tarnish his stellar reputation of being a cold, calculating cop. A bit of amusement flashes through my eyes at that thought.
From where I sit, mending Tsutomu’s small hakama, I keep watch on the courtyard gate. If anyone should appear, I will immediately let my husband know that company has arrived, giving him enough time to recompose himself to his usual persona. He has never actually told me that he has no desire to let the world know there is another side to him, but I know him well enough to have figured that out on my own.
I have to smile to myself. I am the only person on this earth, besides our son, to whom he shows a kind and gentle side. His face has never once shown me the distain it often holds for others. I am thankful for this consideration. I knew about the softer aspect of his personality before we married. If he hadn’t revealed it to me, I doubt I would have married him.
Shortly after I met him, I noticed he treated me differently than he treated others. Most of the time it was when we were alone. However, he was always civil towards me when we were around others, too. It wasn’t that he treated me better than anyone else while we were in public, but it was that he treated me with a type of noncommittal neutrality, neither unkind, nor showing me any special attention.
As he works his way across my kitchen floor, I am careful not to let him see that I am discreetly stealing glances at him while I stitch. I have always loved to watch him work, to see the strength in his shoulders and the determination in his eyes, regardless of the task at hand. He has always taken good care of Tsutomu and I. His job calls him away from home often, but he always manages to find a trusted subordinate officer to stop by everyday to see if I need help with the heavier tasks while he is away, tasks such as refilling the woodshed with split firewood or digging the burdock that grows in our garden.
I am brought from my thoughts by the sound of him standing. He wrings out the cloth in the bucket for one last time before he picks it up to empty outside. As he leaves the kitchen he looks at me, sending me one of his trademark smirks and giving me a little wink. He must have caught me staring at him. Again. My cheeks flush with a bit of pink before I look back at my mending. He should be flattered that after so many years of marriage I still want to check him out. Truthfully, I still find him very attractive, even more so than before.
It is only after Hajime exits the kitchen door and heads for the backyard that I allow my lips to curve into a wide grin. He is all mine. How I managed to be so lucky, I will never know.