The Most Precious Gift of All

by cienne zoeldyck

aka ‘blabbermouth’, ‘yadda, yadda’ and ‘shut up’

 

The Challenge:

Happy Birthday, Baby_J!

 

DISCLAIMER:

Me no own Sano. Me no own Saitou. Me no own anybody. Me very sad. ToT

 

Warning, Genre, Rating:

 

Summary:

Saitou learns how something, no matter how small and insignificant, could be the most precious gift of all. Also, I suck at summaries.

 

Author’s Notes:

I have nothing to say. Oh, wait… *thinks very hard* Ah, right. I have nothing to say.

 

 

 

 

The Most Precious Gift of All

cienne zoeldyck

 

 

          Saitou hated gifts. Well, not that he hated getting gifts in general but he disliked the ones coming from his lover, Sanosuke Sagara. Not that he didn’t love Sano or anything like that but the young man’s idea on gift-giving bordered on primitive and whatever-caught-his-fancy kind of thing. Well, not that really disliked the gifts, as well. It was more like he never seemed to come up what to do with it…

          Sano’s very first token of good wishes for his birthday was… a cat. A stray cat more precisely. The roosterhead had found it shivering in an alley after he had passed out from an extra high dose of sake on the eve of  Hajime’s birthday. His only explanation was that he was broke and he liked the furball. The cat was four years old now.

          The second one was a rock. A very good-looking rock at that but Saitou failed to grasp it’s significance as Sano, all aglow and sated from an aftermath of marathon fornicating, presented it as his gift. Saitou now used it as a paperweight for his files in the office.

          An expensive, empty sake jug was the third gift. Sano had been sheepish and embarrassed as he handed it to Saitou admitting he couldn’t resist and had gone ahead and finished it off before Saitou came home from overtime. Saitou relented and the jug now housed that special oil they use and sits at the bedside table.

          The fourth one was even weirder. It had been… a doll. Saitou had wanted to strangle a chortling Sano who explained he’d tried to make one with Dr. Gensai’s granddaughters, but wound messing it up. It wasn’t so bad, really. Just that the doll was missing ears and looked like a cop on drag. Sano had placed it beside the sake… well, oil jug and appointed it Official Guard.

          Tomorrow was the fifth time he’d be celebrating his birthday with his lover and he couldn’t deny he’d been… dreading tomorrow. Dreading not the actual day itself but the part where Sanosuke would present his gift… because he couldn’t make sure he’d be able to keep a straight, unaffected face once met with one of Sano’s unusual token.

          Saitou snorted and glanced at the antique clock by his desk and made a small frown. It was getting late and Sano still hadn’t come home. Usually, the idiot had the sense to inform him of his whereabouts and when to expect him and today hadn’t been different.

          “I’d be with Kenshin the whooooole day.” Sano had said, making a sad face. “That’s coz’ some creepy cop wouldn’t let anybody else come into his lair to play with his boy toy.”

          “Boy toy?” Saitou smirked. “You’re hardly a boy, ahou and you’re certainly boring to be anybody’s toy.”

          “Up my ass, cop.” Sano glared. “See if I let you play with little Sano tonight.” he huffed and went out.

          Saitou gave a small smile from that exchange and glanced out the window. Maybe, Sano is getting lonely whenever he had to go to work. He had to admit he’d been mighty possessive of the roosterhead ever since that incident when Sano used to work for him as an undercover, a few months back. Wherever Sano got to work, he’d be leaving trails of horny women and men behind until Saitou got fed up and literally made the ahou a housewife.

          “You know, ‘Jime?” Sano had told him one night.

          “Know what?” he had asked, trying not to sound too sleepy.

          The young man sighed, his voice soft and quiet. “Sometimes… I wish I was a real woman.”

          Saitou paused, incredulous and snorted. “Don’t be stupid.”

          “No, listen…” Sano insisted and leaned his elbow on Saitou’s chest so that they were face to face. “If I were a real lady, you’d never have to worry about your job…”

          “What’s that got to do about you…?”

          Sano glared at him. “I’m not that stupid, Hajime. I know that you’ve kept our relationship secret especially to your superiors. D’you think I wouldn’t realize soon enough why you always send me out whenever the General Inspector comes for a visit?”

          Saitou was silent.

          “That’s okay, anyhow.” Sano told him, forgiving. “I understand.”

          “They wouldn’t understand.” Saitou blurted out in an almost apologetic tone.

          “Hn.” Sano said, shrugging  then, continued on his list. “Anyway, if I was a woman… we could have, y’know… kids.”

          Saitou was amused at the ahou’s sudden shyness. “Really?”

          Sano flushed. “Ah, whatever, cop. I’m goin’ to sleep.”

          “Hey…” Saitou stopped Sanosuke from burrowing under the covers. “You’d really like that?”

          Sano shrugged, still embarrassed. “Sorta… maybe.”

          Saitou smirked. “If you were a woman, this house would be crawling with kids right now. You and your insatiable libido.”

          The roosterhead made a grab for his crotch. “Say that again, Mr. Frigid.” he  chortled and was moaning by the time he was proven wrong.

          Saitou smirked again. Crazy ahou… now, if only the kid would show up for some showdown.

         

*ToT*

 

          It was lunchtime on his birthday when Saitou decided to truly worry about the ahou being gone and all. He had waited until three in the morning until he fell asleep. But, when he woke up there was still no ahou.

          He’d thought Sano was drunk somewhere or probably sulking at Katsu’s since they parted on not-so-good terms yesterday. Damn, he hoped the idiot hadn’t forgotten his birthday or he’d really have a good reason to strangle him.

          His footsteps led him to the Kamiya Dojo and before he could ring the bell, the front gate swung open and Kenshin was staring at him with mingled relief and trepidation.

          Saitou couldn’t help but think that he’d found his lover.

          “Where’s Sano?”

          Kenshin opened the gate wider for him. “Inside. Sleeping.” he replied as they walked inside. “He was on his way home from the next town when he saw a carriage being held-up by robbers. He was too late, de gozaru, as there was no one left alive. If Aoshi hadn’t passed by, he would’ve been dead, too. I think those robbers are assassins as well.”

          Saitou felt a knife twist in his gut as the door to Sano’s room slid open. In there, heavily bandaged and sleeping quietly was Sanosuke. Kaoru was sitting beside him, wringing a small cloth on a small basin before placing it, gently, over Sano’s forehead.

          “He’s fine.” Megumi answered Saitou’s silent question as she snapped her medical bag close. “He’ll be needing rest for a couple of days. He had some nasty wounds but, they’re all taken care of.”

          Saitou nodded his thanks and sat down, beside the futon, golden eyes studying Sano’s face. The roosterhead looked so young as he slept, eyelashes fluttering, lips pursed like a child’s.

          “Oh, and by the way…”

          Saitou glanced at Megumi, questioningly.

          The lady doctor smiled. “Happy birthday, Saitou.”

          “Yes, I almost forgot. Happy birthday, Officer.” said Kenshin and Kaoru followed suit, bowing at him. “Happy birthday, Saitou-san.”

          Saitou was clearly surprised. He nodded again. “When did he get here?” he asked, changing the subject.

          “Last night…” Kenshin was trying to remember. “A few hours after midnight. Aoshi left right away after getting him here. He said one of the men escaped and he’s probably trailing after him.”

          Saitou nodded then gently laid his sword beside him, crossing his arms and clearly meaning to stay where he was.

          Kaoru and Megumi glanced at each other in puzzled surprise.

          “Aren’t you…”

          Saitou hn’ed. “I’ll let him sleep for a bit, before I take him home.”

 

*ToT*

 

          Sano woke up to the smell of tobacco and he winced as the pain in his body made itself known. “’J-jime…” he croaked.

          A cool hand felt for his forehead and the smell of smoke tapered off. “What have you gotten yourself into, ahou?”

          Sano smiled, weakly, his head still hurt. “Happy birthday, grouch.”

          The cop hn’ed and lit up another candle to brighten the room.

          There was a small whimper and Saitou leaned down on him, eyes narrowed. “Something wrong…?”

          Sano frowned. “No…” he said, puzzled then, brightened as he remembered something. “Your gift…!” he cried out, sitting up only to fall back as his balance failed him.

          “Ahou.” Saitou muttered, helping him up. “Just say so, if you wanna die. I can make it easier for you.”

          Sano grunted. “Ah, sock it, cop. It’s your birthday, y’know…” he trailed off, suddenly very embarrassed. “Uh…”

          “What now?”

          Sano tested his limbs for movement. He was able to move with little pain. Damn those fucking assholes! He’d been careless. Of course they had weapons. Him and his cocksure attitude. It’ll definitely get him killed one day.

          “Ahou…?”

          The roosterhead flushed then grinned at Saitou. “Look, ‘Jime…”

          “What?” Saitou was getting a little bit impatient.

          There was another whimper and the cop glared at his lover. “Did you use your fist again?”

          “No.” Sano shook his head. “It’s…”

          The younger man reached into an open box Saitou had been looking at earlier just beside the futon and pulled out a bundle of cloth. The cop was puzzled as Sano cradled it, gently in his arms and the whimpering sound grew louder.

          “What…?”

          Sano shushed him and moved some of the cloth a little to the side before presenting it to Saitou. “Happy birthday, ‘Jime.”

          Saitou’s jaw dropped as golden eyes so like his own stared  back at him from the bundle. “A-ahou…?”

          “I heard him bawling his lungs out while I tried to save his dead parents.” Sano explained, softly, his chocolate eyes loving on the infant. “I saw his eyes before one of those bastards got me. I couldn’t let him die out there…”

          Saitou swallowed hard as his golden stare was met with another. The infant was probably several months old with spiky hair and hazel eyes. The tiny mouth was forming soundless words while a tiny hand was trying to reach for Saitou’s nose.

          “Okami…” he whispered.

          Sano grinned. “It fits him, ne? I was thinking the same thing…”

          “Sano…” the cop’s voice was full of uncertainty.

          The roosterhead’s face fell. “Hajime… he’s an orphan now.” It was a plea.

          Saitou glanced back at his diminutive look-alike then looked at Sano. “Are you sure? Are you definitely, positively sure about this?”

          The younger man took a deep breath, wincing as his muscles complained. “I’ve never been more sure in my whole life, Hajime.” he stated, brown eyes glistening. “I look at him and I feel as though I’ve been waiting for him all my life. I want to see him grow up. I want to teach him everything Sagara-taicho had taught me when I was younger. I want to hear him call you ‘Father’. I want to …”

          “He?” Saitou cut-off.

          Sano paused, confused. “Yes. I looked…”

          Saitou held out his arms. “Let me hold him.”

          The roosterhead’s face brightened. “Be careful.” he scolded a bit as Saitou carried him, unsteadily.

          “He’s so small…” Saitou wondered, voice a bit breathless.

          Sano smiled at the picture they made. Father and son…

          Now if only he had boobs to complete the picture.

          “He’ll be a scholar.” Saitou said, suddenly, letting Okami grab unto his gloved finger. “He wouldn’t be dumb like some ahou I know…”

          Sano bristled at that. “Screw it, old man.”

          Saitou grinned. “He’d be beautiful like you…”

          Sano blushed. “You can screw me anytime…”

          The cop snickered. “Hn, you know what?”

          “What?”

          Saitou leaned over and gave kissed the tip of his nose. “This is the best birthday present ever.”

 

*ToT*

OWARI!!!

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