If Only You Knew
Kagura woke up with bright rays of sunlight glaring through the window. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. There was a white ceiling and a strong smell of antiseptic. Also, her head was throbbing.
She was about to move her hand when she felt there was some weight on it.
The Yato curiously peered down to see that someone had fallen asleep while holding her hand. The boy had straw-coloured hair that framed his face. He had a soft expression. He wore a white dress shirt, unbuttoned slightly with a black vest adorned with gold hems. She tilted her head a little more and saw there was blood on his sleeve. Now she can see that the jacket hanging on the chair also had blood on it.
Realization had suddenly hit her and she drew her hand back quickly, causing Okita to stir.
He slowly sat back up.
"Oi, China. You're finally awake," the boy said while he groggily rubbed his eyes.
He glanced at her and was surprised to see that she looked shocked.
"China, what's wrong? Are you mad at me for touching your hand while you were in a coma?" the boy smirked. It wasn't everyday that he saw Kagura wide-eyed.
"Wha-Who are you? What are you doing here? Where's Gin-chan?"
His eyes stared at her, with hurt reflecting from them for a brief second. It was always Gin-chan this, Gin-chan that… How annoying.
"Your sense of humour is quite bad," the boy replied in his usual deadpanned voice.
"..I-If you don't leave, I.. I'm going to call the police!"
"I am the police, China. Quit playin-"
Kagura grabbed her head with both hands and screamed with all her might. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she shut her eyes tightly, shouting "Gin-chan, where are you? I'm scared, Gin-chan..."
Nurses and doctors began to file in swiftly and asked Okita to leave. It was now Okita's turn to be shocked.
He waited in the hall with his Shinsengumi jacket in his hand. China's just messing around. There's no way she could have amnesia. I mean she's a Yato, the strongest race in the universe. They heal at an extremely fast rate. There's no way she would have …amnesia, right? I mean, we were just fighting on the roof and she lost her footing and fell. She couldn't have gotten amnesia. No, she must be joking with me. Ah, I guess my sadistic ways have rubbed off onto her. Yeah, that must be it! Haha, what a good prank! Almost got me there, China. I won't fall for it.
The doctor came out and said, "Kagura seems to have selective amnesia. She still remembers who she is and what day it is, but some parts of her memory are blurry."
Selective amnesia? Is there even such a thing? Okita thought to himself. He can't help but be frustrated. His sworn rival who could keep up with him in jan-ken-pon at the sakura-viewing festival has forgotten about him?
He didn't even know when his feet started to take him down the hall towards the exit. He felt sick to his stomach for some reason. Something about China forgetting him made him feel somewhat… empty. Like he's not wanted.
He'll never admit it openly, but he did feel a tinge of jealousy burning inside of him as her voice rang out in the hall, her desperate pleas calling for the silver-haired samurai.
