The woman with Himura had to be the Kaoru that Kenshin was so devoted to saving. As one of his only allies from home, Okita could see why, but he hardly appreciated her tone - barely concealed anger, albeit righteous. There was blood on the skewer Okita held in his right hand, and he knew who the blood belonged to since he himself had drawn it before. Even as the woman walked over to Kenshin, Okita never lowered his sword or moved his eyes from the scene in front of him. Ayumu seemed to be standing down, but he wasn't about to let anyone further this fight.
It wasn't until Himura sheathed his sword that Okita pulled his back and slipped it into the ties of his hakama, slightly inclining his head to acknowledge Kenshin's apology. He could warn Himura to keep his mouth shut, or to reign in the woman at his side against doing anything stupid to Ayumu later, but for now he thought such things were tacitly understood. With Ayumu's identity revealed as a member of the Shinsengumi, any move against her would be a direct attack on Okita himself. And such an attack would free him from the truce - and subsequently free Ayumu as well.
He didn't speak again until he was certain the other two were out of the way, and then he turned to Ayumu, studying her for a moment. The tension was clear as day, but what had brought it? The flash of anger at the mention of Susumu, this sudden outburst, the breaking of her cover - these things weren't what the shinobi was known for. It put her in a dangerous position; one which Okita had hoped to avoid. Wiping the blood from the skewer onto the pleats of his hakama, he turned it around and held it out to her. "You wouldn't answer me on the board, so I'll ask you again - what happened?"
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It wasn't until Himura sheathed his sword that Okita pulled his back and slipped it into the ties of his hakama, slightly inclining his head to acknowledge Kenshin's apology. He could warn Himura to keep his mouth shut, or to reign in the woman at his side against doing anything stupid to Ayumu later, but for now he thought such things were tacitly understood. With Ayumu's identity revealed as a member of the Shinsengumi, any move against her would be a direct attack on Okita himself. And such an attack would free him from the truce - and subsequently free Ayumu as well.
He didn't speak again until he was certain the other two were out of the way, and then he turned to Ayumu, studying her for a moment. The tension was clear as day, but what had brought it? The flash of anger at the mention of Susumu, this sudden outburst, the breaking of her cover - these things weren't what the shinobi was known for. It put her in a dangerous position; one which Okita had hoped to avoid. Wiping the blood from the skewer onto the pleats of his hakama, he turned it around and held it out to her. "You wouldn't answer me on the board, so I'll ask you again - what happened?"