Fairytales Are For Those Who Still Pick Their Nose

Yes I know fairytales is spent wrong, but it just looks nicer that way. Anyway thanks for all the wonderful reviews for the one-shot. I couldn't just leave it there so I turning it into a full-length story! P.S. Sorry if it ruins the one-shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama

Sougo wandered aimlessly along the streets of Edo, heading no where in particular nor for any purpose. Well, he did have a purpose. But it wasn't as if a bomb or something was going to go off in the middle of his patrol in broad daylight. But then again, anything could happen.

Anything just so happened to include a certain pink-haired girl who happened to have kissed him the last time they met. And that was about a week ago.

The prince of sadists was just about turn tails and run when her eyes fixed onto his Shinshengumi uniform. "Oi! Sadist! Don't run away from me!"

One second he was up, the next his face was planted firmly into the concrete. "China, get off me please," he mumbled.

"Not until you agree to take me out," Kagura replied triumphantly.

Sougo craned his head up to look at her. "What?"

She folded her arms across her chest. "You kissed me, so it's up to you to be a man and take responsibility for it."

"If I remember correctly, it was you who kissed me," Sougo muttered.

"Oh grow some balls," she snorted. "Take me out somewhere before I gouge your eyes outs."

He sighed and gave in. "There's a fireworks festival on tonight, isn't there?"

Kagura's eyes lit up. She tilted her head thoughtfully. "Gin-chan was planning on taking us," she said slowly. "But I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I left him for a little while."

"Well now I'm taking you, okay?"

"Okay."

"Now will you get off me?"

"How about a please?"

"Dear God, I have a piece of dirt on my back that I would like you to get rid of-"

Kagura slammed his face into the ground. "You should speak nicely in the presence of a lady," she said, getting to her feet. "Doesn't the gorilla teach you good manners?"

Sougo groaned and stood up. "Kondo-san? He barely has any himself," he replied, brushing the dirt off his uniform. He stopped and blinked when he recognised the tiny butterfly hairpin sticking out of her ponytail.

Kagura noticed him staring and blushed furiously. "W-what are you looking at?" she stammered.

"Nothing much. You're just wearing your hair differently," he shrugged.

"W-well, it was a freebie after all, nothing to get worked up about," she laughed nervously.

Sougo just looked disinterested as usual. "I've got to get going," he said. "Hijikata will kill me if he catches me slacking off."

Her eyes narrowed. "You always slack off."

"Good point."

Kagura rolled her eyes. "Men always seem to be slacking off," she said. "You, Gin-chan, what is the world coming to?"

He ruffled her hair. "A brat like you wouldn't understand," he teased.

"You trying to pick a fight?"

Sougo grinned evilly. "I haven't bashed anyone since I got that cold of yours."

"It was your cold!"

"You kissed me therefore it was your cold!"

"Bull!"

Kagura was fully ready to bash his pretty little face in when a sleepy-looking, silver-haired samurai appeared behind her. "Now, now kiddies, isn't it bedtime?" Gintoki interrupted with his usual lecturing tone.

"Boss, it's the middle of the day," Sougo replied monotonously.

"Later, I'm going to trampled all over him!" Kagura shouted.

Gintoki grabbed her by the collar and yanked her back suddenly. "My watch says it's nap time for the both of you, kiddies shouldn't be wandering the streets after bedtime," he said, dragging her off. He waved over his shoulder. "See ya."

"We'll settle this tonight!" Kagura yelled as she was pulled down the street. "I'll skewer you if you're late."

Sougo just watched them go with a bored look on his face.

Hours later, Kagura paced back and forth across Yorozuya's floor, ready the bash a wall in. Shinpachi eyed her worriedly, glancing sideways at Gintoki who was calmly eating a tub of strawberry ice cream despite the fact his home was in great danger.

"Kagura-chan, I'm sure Okita-san won't mind if you just go in normal clothes," Shinpachi began, in a poor attempt to soothe her. "There's no need to get dressed up for him."

"I'm not getting dressed up for that sadist!" Kagura snapped. "I want to make him faint at the sight of me."

"You know you just contradicted yourself there," Shinpachi pointed out, ducking as she threw a cushion at him.

Gintoki yawned loudly. "Open the cupboard why don't you?" he suggested casually. "Santa may have come."

Kagura stopped mid-way from hitting Shinpachi and flung the door of the cupboard open curiously. Inside lay a pale blue yukata, decorated with delicate cherry-blossoms spiralling up it's side. She squealed with delight and snatched it off the hanger. "Gin-chan!" she cried happily. "It's beautiful!"

He looked at Shinpachi and raised an eyebrow. "See? Told you girls will be girls," he said smugly.

Her smiled didn't falter as they made their way to through the brightly lit streets. The colourful lanterns strung above her head matched her mood completely. She'd even gone through the effort of doing her hair nicely. Nothing could shatter her happiness.

"Would you like us to wait with you, Kagura-chan?" Shinpachi asked politely.

She shook her head. "Nah, it'll be fine."

"You know where to kick if he tries anything," Gintoki said simply before heading off into the crowd.

Shinpachi frowned disapprovingly. "I'll see you later." And then he was gone too.

Kagura scratched her head and fiddled with her yukata nervously. Why the hell was she nervous in the first place? There was nothing to get excited about when had anything to do with the prince of sadists.

It started to rain. The umbrellas went up and the crowd ran for shelter. But her blue eyes just stayed fixed for a particular head of brown hair. He would come, wouldn't he? He promised, samurai always kept their promises didn't they? Kagura bit her lip as it trembled under the cold of the water pounding on her back. The yukata Gin-chan bought for her was spoiled now.

Finally she spied a black uniform heading towards her. It was hard to see in the rain, but the person was rushing towards her with his black umbrella held closely to his head.

It wasn't Sougo. She got Yamazaki instead.

"Where's Sougo?" she questioned, her voice shaking.

Yamazaki didn't dare look her in the eye. "He's in hospital."