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This is my first series of one-shots.
Basically prompts for ideas for longer stories…
Thank you, and I hope you will enjoy!
(OOCness & some over-seriousness for Gintama warning)
It's not as though smiling with his eyes closed is his only expression, and if you think so, he will probably twist your neck open. It's not his fault that it became his signature expression. Seriously, if you take a look at episode 215, that particular expression was not shown for more than ten seconds throughout the whole episodes! Really, he is definitely not hiding any other feelings behind that smile.
He didn't understand, nor will he ever understand why everyone shot him down for being heartless. He was everything except heartless. Spilling blood is one of his favorite pastimes, feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins was like fire. It crushed any other unconscious thoughts he had, and it was relaxing. He simply wanted to kill, so he understood Takasugi's will to destroy.
Nevertheless, Takasugi was destroying for that silver haired samurai. Kamui had no sense of why he would do that. Why would he do that? It simply made no sense. Takasugi obviously cared for the silver haired samurai that Kamui would one day kill; perhaps Takasugi's a tsundere? To be honest, Kamui didn't really care… until Abuto just had to open his big fat mouth.
"Your sister's getting married."
He was surprised for a moment, and then smiled, it didn't concern him. They haven't seen each other for years anyways.
"Are you going to her wedding?"
Going to her wedding? Interesting, is he going to go to her wedding? He smirked, it was definitely more interesting than boring space work.
Once he arrived, the sandy brown haired man discovered him overlooking the small wedding ceremony from afar. Although the man didn't say a thing, it was obvious that something about the wedding was wrong. Everyone was so quiet, the silver haired samurai sat on a table picking his nose and the glasses boy was chatting, a little too animatedly with his sister. Nothing was particularly wrong, but it wasn't right either.
The music was up, and down came the bride… in a coffin.
Something snapped just then as he lunged down the ceremony, fangs bore as he took hold of the expressionless groom.
Who for once, smiled.
"To go against one's blood… what would happen?"
What would happen? What would happen? What would happen?
He lifted the coffin and in it, laid a pretty girl, who smiled viciously up at him, insane eyes unblinking.
Did she recognize him? He didn't think so, he wasn't thinking at all actually.
She was strong now, like he wanted her to be. She had power equal to him now; she was fit to be his sister. She wanted blood as much as he did.
He lifted her out of the coffin, which was straining her movements, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the silver haired samurai stopping the sandy haired man from protesting.
Simple, easy, painless, he was going to take her home now, the place he was never supposed to leave.
They lived together in a nice house with a pretty yard. Thrice a week they travelled, killing and taking the money offered.
On good days, she was sweet and caring, she liked holding his arm, and refused to sleep by herself.
On bad days, she tore through the garden that the two had spent planting and attempted, many times, to kill him.
Once a week, they would take a short walk, the walks made her happy, though after their walks, she would cry during her sleep about a certain 'Sadaharu'. Kamui knew she had many 'Sadaharu's, but it seemed as though the large white dog had died trying to oppose her during one of her attacks when she lived with the silver haired samurai.
Once a year, on new years, Kamui would take her back to earth, so she could sit around the Kotatsu with the Yorozuya, it was good for her mood.
Day by day, year by year, her condition improved, on rare days, she would almost completely recover, arguing with him and being exasperated at him, even blaming herself for her lack of self control.
Her derangement died off slowly as her health improved, nearly ten years passed by the time her attacks disappeared.
Twenty-eight, and thirty-two
Ten years, the sandy haired groom waited patiently on earth, ten years of care by the older brother who had once left her.
Kagura had no more reason to stay with her Yato brother anymore; she carried nothing but a small rucksack and her umbrella. It was a rainy day, and he stood on top of the staircase, a smile and a wave. She walked down the staircase without looking back, this would be it, once she left, and there would be no return.
Secretly, she blamed him, blamed him for leaving her, for had he not; she would have no reason to leave him. The two would undoubtedly be married with a chatty family of their own. She wondered how he felt at the moment, was he not going to miss her in the least? She pondered as she walked farther and father away.
Kamui didn't bother lowering his hand even as her shadow faded into the morning rain, returning the bride was a normal thing to do. There's no need to feel anything, he upheld the Yato traditions, although they were supposed to marry, the sandy haired man got there first, and it's not as though Kamui fought for the right anyways, he had no reason to complain.
It hurts, as mush as it did on the day that he watched as his sister break. He laughed to himself, pitiful. He truly was, abandoning, stealing, and letting go. Which was more painful? He had no idea.
It's ironic, really, how the day he abandoned her felt so good, how the burden seemed to lift from his back. He realized it now, it wasn't a burden lifting, he was simply running away. The reason why he was not able to smile all these years, the reason why even though he had her back, he still couldn't smile, because he knows he will lose her.
It's fine now, he had no right to regret, no right to run after her and tell her he loves her, no right to hold her in his arms and tell her to stay with him forever.
Hosen, you were right, in the end, I have nothing.
He stood there, it felt like hours, days, years even, the world could come crashing down and he wouldn't budge a step.
He felt a warm hand holding his, he turned around, shocked that perhaps he too had turned insane.
There he found her, a shining smile on her face.
"Baka aneki."
Oh yes, that's right, how could he forget? She was always stronger than him, and naturally, something spread across his face.
Ah, it feels so nice to see the sun once in a while.
