Meet My Stalkers
"Why are you still following me?" Kagura demanded.
"It's a date." Okita recited blandly, still tailing her from about ten steps back. Kagura did not blush. Kagura did not shriek. Kagura did not do any of those things because she was too busy attempting to barf all over his shoes.
"That's a lot of food," Okita's nose wrinkled delicately. Kagura stormed off.
"Stupid jerk. I'm hungry again, damn it." she sniffed vigorously and tromped off to the nearest fast food stall. Okita trailed behind her.
"Can we just make out?"
"I just threw up."
"I know."
Kagura looked at him in obvious disgust, "You're so gross. Stay away from me. I bet I could get Gin-chan to take out a restraining order for me."
Okita just leered at her, "I'm in charge of restraining orders."
Kagura made a beeline for the women's bathroom, "Well, whatever. I can just beat you up if I have to."
"Number one or number two?"
"I'm just going in here to avoid you, you stupid AIDS sniffer! Get bent, you incestuous baboon!"
"You're going to hurt my feelings!" Okita yelled, and watched her stomp off. He leaned idly against the nearest light pole, his arms crossed.
"Isn't she cute?" mused a young man from just beside him. Okita glanced at him, taking in the shockingly light coloring, and then glanced away dismissively.
"I think she's skinny and mentally instable." He said pointedly, and suddenly found himself upside down and in a considerable amount of pain. Which was surprising, because not even Kagura could move that quickly.
"Ow," Okita grumbled. The young man brushed off his knuckles, smiling peacefully.
"I've more than filled this decade's familial affection quota," Kamui said, "Have fun with her, then."
"You bastard!" Okita yelled from the restroom's roof, "Go crash into Uranus!"