A/N: Hello readers! Welcome to my new Hakuoki story. This was started a long time ago and now I thought I'd change it a bit and post it. Hopefully it'll turn out well. Hopefully. Anyway, I don't exactly know where I'm leading this story, but since I have a lot of the chapters already written down maybe I can think of something.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hakuoki or any of the art used.

I hope you all enjoy the story. Let's get started.

Chapter 1

Chizuru Yukimura down casted her gaze from the scene that laid out in front of her. Blood was splattered from the wooden floor all the way to the paper lined slide doors. The stench of death was violently strong; seeping into Chizuru's senses. Her vision became blurred. She felt herself take a knee then slowly lowered the rest of her body weight to lay on the floor below her. Black began to pool into her vision. The last thing she heard before falling into the dark abyss of unconsciousness was the swear of annoyance behind a familiar voice.

Okita glanced down at Chizuru's unconscious figure and cursed under his breath. A frown crossed his face as he gazed at Chizuru; his usual trademark grin was nowhere close to appearing.

'Why didn't she leave the room before this all happened?' Okita thought to himself in frustration and anger.

Okita was lost in thought before a hand clapped over his bloodstained shoulder. Okita quickly snapped out of his daze and cast a look over his shoulder to find a blood covered Saito staring at him with narrowed eyes. "Souji, we should move Yukimura to a clean room until this one is cleansed and inhabitable," Saito stated this instead in a clear voice. Okita gave a short crud nod in show of his agreement. He turned back toward Chizuru and his mind began to fill with concern. He knew she didn't get hurt during the battle, but he still wanted to give her a once over to approve his certainty that she was uninjured. Okita kneeled beside Chizuru's figure and lifted her slowly into his arms. Okita stood and made his way over to the door to take Chizuru to a clean room.

Saito quickly slid the door open for Okita and silently glanced at Chizuru as Okita carried her out of the bloodstained room. Saito closed the door shut after Okita exited and he turned to examine the room. His eyes drifted over the bloodstains and the dead bodies without a second thought. Saito crossed over to the bodies and removed their swords from their hands. He then let out a sigh and mumbled to himself, "If this is how they are going to act to their craving of blood…how much longer will we be able to control them?"

Okita made his way briskly toward his room to place Chizuru there. He looked down at the young woman and worry again ate at his chest.

'What are you so worried about idiot? She'll wake up eventually. She's not even hurt, calm down.' Okita mentally scolded himself. When he reached his room's familiar setting he extended one of his arms from under Chizuru to slide open his door. Okita walked into his room and knelt down in front of his futon and placed Chizuru on it. He quickly covered her with his thin sheet and tucked her in.

Okita leaned back to look over the woman and his usual grin spread across his face. He was glad she was all right and not harmed. Even though he would never admit to anyone that he actually cared about the condition Chizuru was in. Okita let out a small quite laugh before he stood up and prepared to leave his room. At the door he turned back to look at Chizuru one more time before he went and faced the blood covered room again. He smiled softly then closed his door. He began walking back to Chizuru's room when dread and aggravation struck him as he heard Heisuke's voice of panic. 'Oh, great. Now I have him to deal with.'

Back in Chizuru's room Saito tried to convince Heisuke from raising his voice any higher than he already was talking. "Heisuke, you should stay quiet. We don't to unnecessarily wake anyone," Saito spoke sternly to Heisuke who fiddled endlessly with his hands nervously. Heisuke raised his head to look at Saito with a sour look. "How do you expect me to stay calm and speak quietly when Chizuru's room is stained with blood?!" Heisuke practically yelled the question at Saito.

"You should really listen to him, Heisuke," Okita's voice came from behind Heisuke who turned quickly to look at Okita. Okita smirked and spoke again, "We don't need panicky people like you in the room making our jobs more difficult." Heisuke frowned at Okita and spoke, "Oi, Souji I'm just concerned about Chizuru." "Well don't be. She's completely fine and sleep; not a scratch anywhere on her," Okita clipped response reassured and calmed Heisuke to an extent. Just as Heisuke was letting his guard down a question popped into his head.

"Wait, Souji how do you know she's asleep," Heisuke questioned Okita. Okita grinned his wicked evil smile and winked at Heisuke. Heisuke's eyes widened and his jaw opened about to pose another question when Saito cut him off. "That's enough you two. We need to clean this room now before it draws any unwanted attention," Saito said this staring at Okita and Heisuke with cold eyes. Okita shrugged and began to help Saito with dead bodies. "Hey, Heisuke change the futon sheets and help clean the floor is you're going to stay here," Okita said to Heisuke before pushing past him with the body between Saito and himself. Heisuke sighed and answered with a nod of his head.

A/N: And that's all for now. I'm sorry if Okita seemed a bit OCish. I'm hoping writing him like this will help me develop his emotions. I hope you all enjoyed this. If you have any comments or opinions just tell me. I'm always happy to see what readers think of my work. I hope to update this story soon. Until then…

~Wolfy Out~