Author's Note: I'm new to writing Gintama, but I've seen all the recent episodes, so I know some, not all, of how characters interact. If you think some of the characters are somewhat off-key, please tell me and I'll edit it right away. This story is dedicated to my boyfriend. I wrote this cause Okita and Kagura pairing are almost like me and him in the sense we argue from time to time and the fact that I eat a lot like Kagura, or he just says I do.. x_X


Chapter 1
-One Box of Chocolates-

It was February and it was that time again; everyone either hated it or enjoyed it. Yes, Valentine's Day - that one day when females (in Japan) confess their loves to a special someone or when the occurrences of dramatic heartbreaks ensue. Meanwhile, the general male population enjoyed their late afternoon reading letters and indulging themselves in chocolates.

"Ugh," Gintoki groaned, sliding down on his seat, "That day again, huh?" His fish eyes stared at the television which was playing a gag-filled commercial of that stupid pet-loving prince receiving one of those Amanto chocolates from two Amanto females -- a dog and a toad alien. "But the only good side to this is getting chocolate." His sweet tooth was bursting on this day at the thought of obtaining some chocolates from anyone. He didn't care if it came from the stalker ninja as long as she didn't spread her nato-crap all over it. "I would give in one for now. Just one box of free chocolates."

Shinpachi frowned a bit at his little rant and said, "Gin-san.. you'll give the girls the wrong idea if you just accept them." He set down their afternoon tea and sat down. He glanced around the room and asked, "Where's Kagura?"

While reading his usual JUMP magazine, he gave a monotone answer: "Probably, off stealing some little kid's chocolate." Gintoki knew it wasn't true because it seems that Yato girl had some interest in the opposite gender with the way she's been acting. It almost seemed surprising, since all she thought about was food in that black hole of a belly. Ironically, he was reading the part where Rajin Moo (parody of Majin Buu from DBZ) was all these people who turned into gingerbread cookies. He couldn't help but giggle inside; who would have thought that ill-mannered girl would have fell in love with someone!

"Ne, ane-go, what is Valentine's Day?"

"It's a day when girls confess their love to the boy she likes."

"How does that work?"

"It's simple. Just give him chocolates with a card and pray that he'll accept it."

"..."

"Kagura-chan, you're young. You have some time to find your true love. Rejection is a part of life and you'll realize in the future when you find someone, that rejection will go away."

The cloudy day covered the sun and for that, the park was nearly empty. Kagura sat at the swings, letting her feet kick the sand a bit as she glided a little back and forth. She loosely hung the pickled seaweed in her mouth. She was lost in thought with her eyes staring blankly at the grey sky which almost reminded her of her home planet...

Crash! Her body plunged forward as she was pushed down by the hilt of a sword. She knew who it was and immediately stood up to find "him." She picked up her umbrella and pointed it to his face and hissed at the smug look on his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were one of those pedophiles who scared all those little kids away," Sougo mocked, withdrawing his sword back to his belt. In the back of his mind, he was concerned of why she didn't give any notice to him; she seemed really pre-occupied. What is she thinking? he wondered.

Kagura swung her umbrella with intention to smack his face sideways, but he dodged it, swaying his body and face back. "You must be blind. How could a girl like me have some beard and mustache, like those pedos?" she retorted.

"Michael Jackson didn't have one," Okita flatly said, crossing his arms. "Oh, here, I got you something. I don't particularly like accepting gifts from anonymous strangers." He tossed over a bunch of boxes of chocolates onto the ground from the plastic bag. He didn't give much interest to accepting over ten of those girls' gifts. Sure, they would probably make good slaves, but on a sickening day like this, he lost his mood to be that sadist.

Kagura replied, "What am I to you? Your garbage eater?" Despite that, she gobbled it all away. She felt a bit of jealousy, but at the same time, she was relieved that Sougo didn't like accepting gifts... though she wondered if he will accept hers instead. Even though she didn't show it, she was nervous; however, it was easy to hide her feelings by eating the chocolates quickly. She honestly thought of eating the chocolates she bought, at the spot, because it was Sougo -- that sadist who probably didn't care for a kid, like her.. even though she was quite grown up now.

Seventeen to be exact. Well, she still acted like a kid mentally.

"You're the best monster to dispose of these crap with that inhumane stomach of yours," Sougo answered. He knew what was coming...

Kagura slammed her fist down as she attempted to punch him down on the ground, instead the tremor she caused made the sand exploded like a volcano and rained down in front of Okita. With her sleeves, she wiped her mouth of the chocolates that stained her mouth.

Sougo kept an emotionless face and said, "Oi, oi, is this the treatment I deserve after giving you those chocolates? Haven't you heard the expression: don't bite the hand that feeds you?" He wondered how much longer this argument would last now. He had a feeling Hijikata was going to call him up anytime soon for slacking off. He was supposed to come to the headquarters at 1 PM sharp, but it was now past that.

"An eye for an eye, like Gin-chan told me. You call me a monster and I get you back by beating that pretty face of yours." Pretty face.. that remark was completely true and she didn't deny it. She couldn't.

'Gin-chan said this, Gin-chan said that' was what Okita always heard from her; he was getting sick of it. Sure, the girl looked up to that man who is now completely a nobody in society, nevertheless he was an interesting character with a honorable reason to fight, to protect those around him. "If you put it that way, I'll - "

A phone rang. The ring tone was a voice kind, not a musical one, evilly saying: "die, Hijikata; die, mayo freak"; somehow the words had a nice rythmic beat to it. It was repeated until Sougo lazily took his time to take the cell out and answered it. He was so close to thinking of smashing it down on the ground, since he was having such a fun time fooling around with this Yato girl. Damnit, I'll get you for this, Hijikata, he thought and said, "Moshi, moshi. Ah, Hijikata-san!"

"Don't 'ah' me, get over to the station before I get you to commit seppuku!" Hijikata commanded loudly enough for Kagura to hear and she let out an inaudible giggle.

Sougo quickly responded, "Gotcha." He hung up the phone and looked at the red-head. "See ya, China. This is how it is when you have a real job," he said, walking away. He placed his hands into his pocket, while feeling displeased. Knowing that mayo freak, any work that he had in mind would probably keep him busy. He thought of putting a bomb in his room somewhere, even if it was against the rules, but placing the blame on the Joi movement group was a piece of cake.

Kagura exasperated a sigh, as the young man was off at a huge distant. She crouch down, gliding her index finger on the sand, with a pout on her face.

What am I thinking...

Author's Note: Any suggestions and ideas to go along with the story is appreciated. :)