Author's note: I was searching for the story for the E-Z of Alphabet of Sadism and Sukonbu and this was what I found.
My body clock says its Christmas. XD Enjoy this very late Xmas treat :)
The war was finally over and they were finally heading home. Winter has already placed its blanket on earth, creating a beautiful scenery of purity. Something red caught his attention as they neared the village. Could it be?
Standing near the entrance of the town was a tiny figure. The red object started moving, swaying with the gust of wind. "Still the same as two years before," he thought with a minuscule smile. Years have passed since he left the growing rose. Now that he has returned, the beauty was in full bloom. The smile on his lips disappeared when he noticed the body.
To his mortification, the rose has donned a clothing not suited for its radiance. The green object looked nothing like the majestic being. A sickly dark green hue hung on the body like skin, something about it made him shudder in disgust. It was dotted with snowflakes, making the rose look sickly. Red-brown splotched could be seen and holes were even present.
He moved closer, something he regretted once the act was executed. The smell of blood, sweat and a lingering aromatic smell. "What the hell are you wearing, China? Nice taste."
The rose looked up, studying the new comer before smiling. "What dOes it look like?" she stated before hugging the taller one. "Welcome home, sadist. Merry Christmas," she greeted before raising her brow. "Gin-chan gave it to me, you ass. It is an accessory for a queen."
"The queen of the dumps," Okita Sougo smirked as he tugged on the sweater. "Remove that damn sweater and burn it to Hell," he ordered. He was not going to let someone see the rose with thorns like that. It was either she removed the thing or him slicing it off.
"Fuck off."
The returning samurai sighed as he tugged off his coat and placed it over his shoulder. "I am not going to let anyone see you with that ugly thing you call an accessory," he murmured then started pushing her lightly. "Come on."
The rose blinked a couple of times before giving a smirk on her own. "What, concerned, sadist?" she joked.
Okita did not even replied to that. He just kept his mouth shut until he saw the other samurais and their friends in the former Shensingumi compound. Every one was wearing a sweater almost mirroring the damned thorn of his rose. "What the actual~!"
"Stop your cussing and wear this," the red haired beauty murmured as she threw a red sweater in his face. "Do not complain. I will rip your head off if you do."
The sadist sighed. "Merry Christmas, you freak," he stated as he placed the ugly sweater on his body. He was not complaining this time of the year. As long as the rose was happy, he was too.
