"Nunc scio quit sit amor." (Now I know what love is) – Virgil

Jasmine: Just a little one-sided Saito/Misao drabble. If you don't like it, don't read it. Tokio's...dead in this. Since it's merely a drabble, I can't exactly explain how, but she is. I don't own Rurouni Kenshin and constructive criticism is welcome with open arms.

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Her Guardian Wolf - Chaper One: Guardian

Saito's POV

"Aoshi-sama!"

I watched from the pitch darkness of the alleyway as the itachi-musume ran by, staggering slightly over the puddles and uneven mud of the road while still desperately trying to keep up with Shinomori. The icy bastard didn't stop, didn't even slow down for her; he just kept walking as if she weren't even there. The girl suddenly faltered and fell to her knees, gasping for air. "A-Aoshi-sama…p-please wait…"

Shinomori was gone; Misao looked heartbroken. I coldly gazed upon the form of the shaking weasel and sighed deeply, regretfully…sadly. She deserved more than that ice block, deserved more than what I could ever give her. I reluctantly shifted back into the shadows and waited there, silently watching with glowing amber eyes until she finally left.

Misao's guardian wolf, I was.

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Strange, I know, but it just had to be written. Ja all!

(Update: Nargh...thanks to those that said that this should be continued, I will if I get ten reviews. I'm working on another Saito/Misao ficcie at the moment and this was ONLY supposed to be a one-shot, but...I COULD change that...I could even lengthen this chappie a lot and make it into a REAL story. Just tell me if that's what you want...)

"People only have hope…because they cannot see Death standing behind them…"