A/N: These will be a drabble series (not 100-word perfect drabbles, but perfection is overrated) centering around Kagura x whoever floats my boat, mostly Gintoki, Kamui, Hijikata or Okita. I'm giving myself leeway in terms of subject matter. Rating will go up.
Prompt: Kagura, growing up
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all in this together
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If someone asks Kagura who she is, she will either turn her nose into the air like the Queen of Kabukichou she claims to be, or grin impishly while dishing out mayhem.
If Kagura asks herself who she is, she will tell herself that she is merely the lead heroine of the drama of her life. A simple creature going her own way, never the spectator, and certainly not one to parse words and pause and look around.
There is hardly a moment to do so, not in her world: Yorozuya, aliens, Sadaharu, Shinsengumi, odd jobs, Zura and the rest, sukonbu, the denizens of Kabukichou and Edo, Papi, threats from samurais with vendettas, and, hovering somewhere like a dark cloud, her brother.
(If it could be described in colors, she would name them all and invent new ones.)
Someone warns her about the difficulty of growing up, tells her that it's like floating on your back on the ocean's surface with your eyes closed, waiting for the eventual tide to sweep over you, into you, suck you under, drag you down with a force so strong you drown without a fight.
Kagura shrugs, points at the people in her life — most of them older than herself, and some much older, and some very, very far away — and says:
"They're still struggling, too."
Word Count: 222