"I'm not trying to molest you, damn it!" Sanosuke felt a sudden and very strong urge then to smack Yuffie across the head, but considering how many smacks she's already taken, it probably wasn't the best idea. Besides, he could tell Ninja Girl was finally wearing down, and his grip let him pull her against him. It didn't exactly help the not molesting claim at all, but Sano could at least have better control if she couldn't roll off so easily. Especially since she wasn't the only one who was getting seriously worn out by all this crap.
But Yuffie nailed it when she accused him of intending to jump into the fight, because without realizing it, Sano had planned to do just that. What good it would do would be little, if any at all, but hell. Sanosuke couldn't just stand by and watch his best friend fall apart. Not because of some guy who was acting just like Sano had not all that long ago.
Sanosuke wince when Yuffie started kicking at him, but he didn't let go. "Ow--would you fucking quit already?!" Obviously not, but suddenly it didn't matter. Sano hadn't been able to watch the fight as closely as he wanted, but a sound brought him back. Sanosuke knew that sound too damn well to miss it: when a sword connected to a body. Not just any sword though.
A sakabatou.
"Kenshin!" Sanosuke's relief was almost palatable when he looked up to see the end result of the blow. Kenshin had gotten in a decisive hit, and more importantly, he'd done it with the blunt edge of his blade. Yuffie was ignored now as Sanosuke forced himself to his feet, his eyes focused on what would happen next. It was over. The fight was over.
But not the horror.
Sano's smile faded just as quickly as it had come when Okita began to cough. It wasn't just because he'd been hit; the fighter knew that sound for what it was, and why shouldn't he? It was how Okita and so many others had died: consumption.
And then Sanosuke got it. He had thought he knew before, but now he really understood. Okita wasn't like him after all, because he wasn't trying to forget. Okita was trying to die just then, facing off against Kenshin. But thank fucking heaven that somehow, he hadn't been able to push Kenshin far enough.
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But Yuffie nailed it when she accused him of intending to jump into the fight, because without realizing it, Sano had planned to do just that. What good it would do would be little, if any at all, but hell. Sanosuke couldn't just stand by and watch his best friend fall apart. Not because of some guy who was acting just like Sano had not all that long ago.
Sanosuke wince when Yuffie started kicking at him, but he didn't let go. "Ow--would you fucking quit already?!" Obviously not, but suddenly it didn't matter. Sano hadn't been able to watch the fight as closely as he wanted, but a sound brought him back. Sanosuke knew that sound too damn well to miss it: when a sword connected to a body. Not just any sword though.
A sakabatou.
"Kenshin!" Sanosuke's relief was almost palatable when he looked up to see the end result of the blow. Kenshin had gotten in a decisive hit, and more importantly, he'd done it with the blunt edge of his blade. Yuffie was ignored now as Sanosuke forced himself to his feet, his eyes focused on what would happen next. It was over. The fight was over.
But not the horror.
Sano's smile faded just as quickly as it had come when Okita began to cough. It wasn't just because he'd been hit; the fighter knew that sound for what it was, and why shouldn't he? It was how Okita and so many others had died: consumption.
And then Sanosuke got it. He had thought he knew before, but now he really understood. Okita wasn't like him after all, because he wasn't trying to forget. Okita was trying to die just then, facing off against Kenshin. But thank fucking heaven that somehow, he hadn't been able to push Kenshin far enough.