Oh boy, it's been a while since I updated, huh?
Anyway, I've got a new drabble series that I post whenever I feel like writing stuff. FF has been too much of a hassle for me to go to every since time I want to update my fic, so if you want to watch out for random musings from me, as well as my new stuff, I'm more active on my Tumblr.
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Without further ado, please enjoy.
Inspired from Nakajima-megane's doujinshi entitled 'Sono Uso, Hontou'.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama. It belongs to Sorachi Hideaki.
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Okita Sougo loved to play pranks, especially if the said person happened to be the people he really didn't like.
Take Hijikata Toushirou for example.
He never really liked the guy, so whenever possible, he would try to mess around with his head, all the while trying not to kill him. Kondo Isao would probably not be happy about it, nor would his sister, Okita Mitsuba, who was, well, longing over that guy. He had long accepted the fact that his sister was into that person he hated so much, but it didn't mean he was obligated to like him. And so, whenever his sister wasn't looking, he would target the vice-commander of the Shinsengumi, but was careful enough not to kill him. He didn't like it when she was sad, so he had to, err, hold back on his pranks.
The other person who was worthy of his attention was the female Yorozuya member whom he was used to calling 'China'. She amused him to no end, for she was easy to provoke, and was quite violent when riled up. She never hesitated to scream out profane words at him whenever he made vulgar statements ("You sure are moody today. Are you on your period?"), nor did she hold back with her kicks and punches whenever they had one of those sparring sessions that almost always ended with him victorious, and the nearby building nearly destroyed to the ground.
Which was why whenever she saw him, the girl would always have a sour look on her face, as if she was sucking some lemon, or would glare at him if she could do it at all. Most of the time, she ignored him whenever their paths crossed, unless he provoked her outright.
She hated him, he hated her, and that was a fact of life.
One statement, however, changed everything between them.
"… I like you, China. Go out with me."