Cloak and Dagger - Takasugi and Saitou
A Brief Setting:
August 1863: Choshu leader Katsura Kogoro sent four ronin to infiltrate the Shinsengumi. They told the Shinsengumi commanders that they had fallen out with the Choshu-han officials and wanted to help track down other Choshu ronin illegally hiding in Kyoto. They were accepted into the group's ranks, then a few weeks later, confirmed to be spies and killed.
At least that's how it happened in history. In Hakuouki Reimeroku, shortly after Serisawa's murder, the spies were given the choice between seppuku and taking the ochimizu. As far as I know, the game doesn't note their choice.
Of all the hair-brained plots and conspiracies that plagued the country these days, the attempt to spy on the Shinsengumi had been the most dunder-headed Takasugi had ever encountered. What had Katsura been thinking, to imagine such a transparent cover story would work?
The four men had disappeared, but it was no mystery what had happened to them. They were mostly certainly dead. And with all the other problems facing them, no one in the Choshu compound was much perturbed by their fate. Death awaited the shishi at every turn, and the four men had gone on their mission knowing well the risks they ran. They weren't important people; Takasugi had barely known them.
But still . . .
He'd seen a lot of those blue-coated Bakufu thugs since he'd returned to Kyoto earlier that week. They acted as though they owned the streets.
Speak of the devil, while he was pondering this, a Shinsengumi patrol had entered the street. He hadn't seen the captain of this patrot: he wasn't as tall as some of the monsters they had, although Takasugi grudgingly judged that he was still a few inches taller than he was. And on his right side?
Takasugi stared, then a grin overtook his face. Stepping forward, he hailed the captain in a strong Choshu acccent, "Hey, sir, you've gone and put your sword on the wrong side!"