Disclaimer: Gintama belongs to Sorachi Hideaki
It happened during one of their usual fights. He'd offhandedly mentioned something about no man ever wanting to marry a brazen China bitch like her, and at the rate they were going he'd be burdened with the task himself.
In retrospect, he wasn't quite sure why he had said such a thing.
Maybe, just maybe (okay probably more than just maybe) he liked her a lot more than he let on. He definitely enjoyed provoking and fighting her whenever he could. That much he could admit to himself, but when could his fun time with her have changed into something different? A chance to flirt possibly?
No. Not that.
He didn't do things like that. He was a sadist prince and enjoyed her suffering thoroughly that was all.
Nothing more.
So when he looked up to marvel at his work and see her face contorted into the usual rage she directed at him; he instead saw for a brief second how her cheeks flushed.
Shit.
Did she just blush? Since when could she do that? When was she able to look like that? All flustered and feminine.
Well, she was seventeen now, and he'd be a damned fool to not notice that puberty had treated her quite well during the years, perhaps too well.
It was while he was caught up in his hormone fueled thoughts that he felt himself being harshly pummeled to the ground. An enraged yato pinning him with monstrous strength.
"Stupid pathetic sadist! How does it feel to be at the mercy of this brazen China bitch?"
Damn her.
Putting them in such a suggestive position then insulting him as if she wasn't just as sadistic herself. Was she incredibly stupid or incredibly clever? At times he couldn't be sure.
He smirked as enlightenment dawned upon him. She would always be incredibly stuipid.
"Actually China, it's you who is at my mercy."
Then his hand went up.
Fifteen minutes later he arrived at the Shinsengumi Headquarters with several scratches, bruises, a very noticeable black eye, and grinning like a madman.
"Oi Sougo you son of a bitch! Where the hell have you been huh!? How many times have I told you not to slack on your duties!?"
"Ah Hijikata-san, you really shouldn't strain your throat yelling all the time or it'll get sore. Please allow me to save you that pain by slitting it for you."
"Asshole! How the fuck would that save me pain?! What the hell happened to your face!?"
Hijibaka really was too easy to piss off.
He decided he was finished with the so called demon vice commander though, and headed towards his room. With every step he took he could feel the increasing pain and swelling in his eye. That Damn China. It was almost a miracle she finally didn't gauge it right from the socket.
Ah but the pain he felt was definitely worth it this time. Of all their battles, this particular victory was a sweet one that would without a doubt, go down in the books.
Besides, how could he ever forget the shocked look on the China doll's face, and the oh so soft feeling of her left breast being squeezed beneath his hand?
A/N- Hello! This is my first fic-let thing in quite some time. I'd really like to start getting back into creative writing (and okikagu is my love/obsession/has taken over my life) So I figured I'd give writing some a shot. Any comments and constructive criticisms (especially when it comes to spacing and the format) are greatly appreciated! As for now I'm supposing this will remain a oneshot unless I have another fit of 4AM inspiration. I hope you readers out there enjoyed this! Thank you!