Wow, I was only expecting about 2 or 3 favorite/follows and I honestly didn't expect any review at all. Thank you for reading this fanfic! I will try my best to finish it as soon as possible! If possible, I want to write more and more stories about these two! X3

It was the first night after they had landed on Earth. Sakamoto Tatsuma excitedly told his Vice Captain that he was going to the cabaret bar and would be doing so until they left Earth. Mutsu indifferently sent him off and warned him not to catch any weird disease, to which he responded by calling her shitty woman as usual.

After seeing him off, Mutsu went to her room to take care of several paperworks that were supposed to be Sakamoto's job. She would usually work until he returned, dead drunk, and dragged him to his room before sleeping herself. There were nights when he never returned and she never had her sleep. She never considered it a burden. It would only mean she could finish more work.

But that night, it was a tad bit different.

Sakamoto came back after twenty minutes, attention-deprived, and kept pestering her all the while she was doing his part of work. She was surprised he could reach this level of annoyance while not even drunk. She had planned to ditch him and did her work until he finally said something very surprising.

"We're going to make babies, after all!"

"…What?"

She had thought that it was his usual joke. He said it with a big grin, after all. But when she made a gesture to ignore him, the smile vanished from his face.

"I'm serious, Mutsu."

"Why would you be? Oh, probably because your favorite bitch isn't here? That's why you want a replacement hole? I'm sorry but there are a lot of other pretty payable girls out there—"

"If I want any other girl, I would have done that and not coming back here, you know?"

"I have no idea why ya would even consider spending a night with me, that's why I'm makin' assumptions, mister womanizer. Whatever. I'll let this slide as a sick joke. Just get outta my room and have some decent sleep while you're not drunk." Mutsu turned around and sorted out the documents neatly.

Mutsu had thought that her words was sharp enough to send him off or at least change his mind, but all he did was pleading again and again until she finally gave up. Of course, it wasn't because he used force to push her down or anything like that. She was the stronger one out of them. She could even break his skill should she ever feel like it. But something inside her told her that he was acting weird and she couldn't deal with him the same way she always did.

She hated how she was always so soft on him and spoiled him rotten. The fact that he became so irresponsible might be because she was too competent.

That night, Sakamoto took her virginity away while calling another woman's name. She had pretended to not hear it; something she's gotten good at. She would keep her voice down during the entire activity, even avoided to call his name. She would cover her face with the back of her palm and he would ask if he was allowed to kiss her, but she flatly refused and never told him the reason. It was because she believed that a kiss was the proof of love, not sex. She didn't want a person who didn't love her to kiss her.

The next morning, she woke up to wash all the sperm from inside her, with tears blending into the shower. She was upset. In the end, she couldn't help but feel hurt by his actions. Even though she'd sworn to never expect anything, she began to hope.

Every time she wanted to forget, she was reminded of his soft voice, his touch, his smell.

If only her heart was as strong as her physics, she wouldn't have to go through much trouble.

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Chapter 2: Heart

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It was the second night they'd spend together. The next morning she woke up earlier than him just to realize that he'd been holding her all night. And then she was reminded that he was calling her name instead of the other woman's last night. She'd looked at his blissful sleeping face and played with his hair a bit before getting up and washed herself in the shower again. Her eyes were hot and tears were threatening to fall, yet her fist kept pounding at her chest to stop her accelerating heartbeat.

Stop seeing impossible dreams, Mutsu, she silently told herself.

She let out a series of coughs. She was coughing a lot lately and it was clear that she needed plenty of rest. Getting sick was not something she was fond of. The fact that she hated it when people worry about her and she would trouble them made her somewhat strict when it came to maintaining health. Luckily, being a Yato, she was basically immune to sickness, although there were some exceptions.

Sakamoto had promised to give her a full day off today, too, and she was looking forward to it.

When she finished showering, she could hear him calling her name in a tired, hoarse voice. She later learned that he was only sleeptalking.

"Hmm… Mutsu…" he mumbled incoherently. She stared at him with half-lidded eyes, wondering if she should wake him up now. "…You're… mine…" he mumbled again.

Mutsu's eye twitched at that and she quickly beat her chest again before squatting beside him and shook him violently to wake him up instead of kicking him like usual. It didn't take long for him to open his eyes wide.

"What is it, idiot curl? Ya need something? Ya were calling for me," she muttered. Her hair was still wet, and she had her towel around her neck.

Without answering, Sakamoto quickly moved his hand to pull her face closer in an attempt to kiss her. However, she was faster. With a sweep of her hand, his body was thrown to the other side of the room. Her brute strength never ceased to amaze him.

"Try harder next time," she said in a rather challenging manner. "Don't look down on us Yato."

"Ahahaha! Ya got me there!"

"Shut yer annoying laughter. Get outta here, the crews are goin' to notice if you leave after they woke up."

"What's the big deal? Let 'em know."

"Tsk. Stop takin' this lightly. Ya have no more dignity to protect, but I don't wanna lose face in front of the crews yet. Now get outta here before I crush yer balls."

"Maybe I'll leave if ya give me a morning kiss?" he said playfully, sticking his lips forward in a childish manner and occasionally peeking under his eyes.

"How can anyone give birth to an annoying creature like ya?" Mutsu mumbled in distaste.

"Ahahaha! I hope our kids don't turn out like me!"

"Who's goin' to give birth to yer kids? Dream on."

"Eh? But we're makin' babies, so I'm doin' this with that in mind?"

Mutsu was speechless for a brief moment as she stared at the smiling man. Not sure where the conversation is going, she responded with, "That's rich, coming from the man who once told me he'll never fuse with me."

"Ahahahaha! I said that at the spur of the moment back then. But then again, it's not completely wrong. I wanted to keep ya pure."

Raising a brow, Mutsu shot a puzzled look at the man. Now she was even more unsure as to where the conversation was going. She was conflicted whether to end the conversation right there or ask more questions because she was curious. Unfortunately, before she could decide, she could hear a knock.

"Mutsu-san? Are you available?" a crew asked from behind the door.

Not bothering to open the door, Mutsu answered on the spot,"Hm? What's the matter?"

"We were going to find Sakamoto-san to discuss something but we couldn't find him in his room. Did he contact you last night about where he was going?"

At that, Mutsu turned to look at the man on her futon, who was smiling excitedly like he was going to tell the world what he did last night. She signaled him with a glare to shut up and leave it to her and he gave a dissatisfied look.

"He's probably just blowing his cash on some bitches. Never mind him. It's not like this is the first time. What did you want to discuss about?"

"It's about the goods he'd asked us to fetch last night. Although we don't think it's related to work."

Mutsu raised a brow. "Huh? What's that? I didn't hear a thing about it. Where was it from?"

"Uhh… wait, let me read it… it's from—"

"AAAAHH!" Sakamoto yelled as he quickly dashed towards Mutsu and covered her ears as though preventing her from listening to what the crew was about to say. Naturally, his screams stopped the crew from saying anything more.

"Mu-Mutsu-san?! Are you alright?! I think I heard Sakamoto-san's voice from inside!"

"What the fuck are you doing, you barbarian?!" Mutsu half-yelled, just to make sure the crew couldn't hear and at the same time, struggling to break free from Sakamoto's grip.

"N-nothing!"

Not letting it go just yet, Mutsu punched his face repeatedly just to make him release her. "The fact that you're dyin' to keep it a secret must mean that it's some trash ya thoughtlessly bought from another planet again. Imma dispose of that world abomination, whatever it is, right now!"

"St-stoooop! Mutsu, calm down! I can explain!" he screamed desperately.

"Mutsu-san?! Is Sakamoto-san inside?!"

"Release me, dammit! Ya really need to learn to stop shopping on impulse! Just what on Earth did ya buy now to make ya react like this, huh?!" Mutsu couldn't care less about the crew suspecting stuff. All that was in her mind was the fact that Sakamoto was risking his life to hide whatever he was buying and she needed to get rid of that thing.

To her surprise, Sakamoto pushed her down with all his strength before running towards the door and opened it, just to see an overly shocked face of the crew. The fact that his Captain was inside the Vice Captain room early in the morning, with bed hair and shriveled sleeping kimono, made him the crew could say anything, Sakamoto secured the long box, about as long as a katana but a bit bigger, into his arms and made a run for it.

Clicking her tongue, Mutsu got up and chased the man.

"Stop right there, shaggy idiot! Do you seriously think you can escape from me?"

"I beg you, Mutsu! Just pretend you didn't see it!"

"Shut yer mouth!"

Mutsu shouted angrily before jumping towards him and landed a double kick on his face, resulting in his face buried into the floor. Even in that situation, Sakamoto was holding the packet firmly. Getting even more annoyed and suspiscious, Mutsu got on top of him and grabbed him by his collar and shot him a menacing glare to his beat up face.

"Spit it. What is inside the packet? Sex toys? Illegal drugs? Lubricant? Viagra?"

"More than half of your suspiscion is sex-related!"

"That's about everything of your existence."

"Ahahahaha! Imma kill you, Mutsu."

When Mutsu was about to reply, she was attacked by another series of violent coughs. The coughs were enough to loosen her grip from the man's collar.

"H-hey, are ya alright? That sounds bad," Sakamoto said in worry instead of escaping. He gently stroked her back to cease the coughs.

Once her coughs had stopped, Mutsu pushed his hand away and mumbled, "Whatever. I don't give a fuck about that packet anymore. Just don't get me involved." And she got off him, stood up and showed him her back as she headed to her room.

"Wait, Mutsu—"

"Sakamoto," she cut him, without looking back. "Sakamoto… To be completely honest, I do think that I am yours. Yet on the other hand, I never think you're mine. That being said; don't mind my feelings and have fun with other women out there. Just don't get infected with some strange disease and infect me with it." She ended it with a half-joke statement.

"Wait, Mutsu, listen—"

"I am a Yato. You might not think too much about it, but our race is not something you can talk freely about. We are despised and feared, so it's better if you find someone more suitable. Please appreciate my attempt to keep it a secret all these years." She didn't want to turn around and see his face. She didn't want to know what kind of expression he was making.

That's right, Sakamoto. The fact that you never knew of my race has given me a peace of mind. The fact that you're always there with yer annoying laughters and goofy smiles made me feel like a human. Without realizing, I became able to express humanly emotions. Even when I'm annoyed and angry at ya, never once have I despised those emotions. Just seeing ya walking around and breathing is enough for me. So don't make me see unreachable dreams anymore.

…Because ya have always been my untouchable dream.

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"Oi, how long are you going to keep drinking? You're dead drunk."

Gintoki sip on his own cup of sake while looking at his drunk friend. Sakamoto Tatsuma had invited him out for a drink again, but this time he didn't really talk about anything. He just continued ordering more and more sake once he ran out of them. It was about Gintoki's first time seeing his old friend drinking like this. Normally, Sakamoto was the type to drink because he felt like it and because he wanted to feel happy. Now, he looked like he wanted to forget everything and just succumb into oblivion.

"Ahahahaha! Who cares about that shitty woman! Not me!" he said while hitting the counter repeatedly.

"Are you perhaps talking about Mutsu again?"

Instead of answering him, Sakamoto slammed his face onto the counter and mumbled, "Who cares about Yato anyway…hic…you are you…hic…I don't give a damn…"

"Seriously, what the fuck are you on about?"

"Say, Gintoki… has it always been this hard to get a woman?"

"You've never chased a woman before, what are you saying? All you ever did was pay women in bars to spend time with you," Gintoki said matter-of-factly. "Have you ever even fall in love? I'm not sure," he said, eyeing his old friend.

"Love, huh… I thought I'm already too old for that high school stuff."

"I used to think like that."

"Uh, what, Kintoki? Eh? You have someone you like? Right now? Tell me it's not Mutsu."

"Why would I steal my friend's property?!" Gintoki retorted. "Anyway, she's a courtesan from Yoshiwara."

"What the hell, Kintoki? Aren't you the same as me? Yoshiwara's women are also paid to spend time with men."

"But not her. You might not believe it, but she's still a virgin. I haven't even laid a hand on her, dammit."

"You're daydreaming, pal."

"Tsk. I'm serious, dammit."

Gintoki was surprised how Sakamoto managed to speak normally even after getting very drunk. He was on the verge of passing out yet he still stayed awake. It was when he stayed quiet for a while before he mumbled something again.

"Ya know, Kintoki? Actually, Oryou-chan isn't takin' a break at all. She's still at Smile. I lied when I said she's taking a break."

Gintoki blinked. "Huh? What?"

"I wanted to use it as an excuse to do Mutsu. I admit that I'm wrong to be too shy to call her name on our first night and called Oryou-chan instead. That might have hurt her feelings too. I mean, no woman wants to be a replacement… But then again, I'm not even sure anymore."

"What the hell, man? You've stepped on a land mine."

"Ahahaha. I know." Sakamoto buried his face in his arms, but Gintoki could spot his reddening ears. "I can't forget her face when we did it, even though she covered her face most of the time. I can't forget the feelings. It's different from when I did the cabaret girls."

Gintoki silently listened.

"And yet Mutsu told me to find another woman. She said that she's a Yato so we shouldn't be together. She said she's mine but I'm not hers. What the hell's that supposed to mean? Say, Kintokiii…"

"You're drunk."

"Ahahaha. I know."

"You should go home now."

"I don't wanna…"

"She's going to get worried."

"She won't."

Gintoki sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "Fine. I'll let you stay at my place for one night. After that, go home."

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Mutsu pressed the back of her palm onto her forehead. It was still a bit too warm for her taste. Involuntarily, she let out violent coughs for the umpteenth time of the day. She sure was getting sick. But if she was healthy, she would spend hours explaining things to the crews about why Sakamoto was in her room this morning. The fact that she was feeling unwell prevented the crews from asking further. She was lucky she could rest for the rest of the day so she should be fine by tomorrow.

Beside her was a glass of water and meds prepared by Granny before. Granny had cooked her some congee accompanied by pickled radish a few hours ago and she had felt a bit better.

Granny was the only person who got to ask her about what happened this morning.

She never answered, and her silence had probably given an answer to the old woman. Nevertheless, Granny didn't ask further.

As she slowly lulled herself to sleep, Mutsu began seeing a dream of the past. It was probably caused by her fever. It had been years since she'd last gotten sick. The last time she had fever, she had dreamt of her mother's death. Whenever she had fever, she would dream of the strangest things. She wouldn't say it's always a bad dream.

This time, she dreamt of the first birthday she had since she'd joined Kaientai.

Because her birthday fell on Tanabata, the crews would always write wishes for her and hang them on bamboo trees. They would spend the night stargazing and partying. And on her first birthday after Kaientai was formed, most of the Tanabata papers had wishes of Kaientai's success in them. Even her own Tanabata paper, she had written 'May the Kaientai be renowned and may we always support each other'.

She remembered Sakamoto writing on two separate papers.

But then again, she couldn't remember what he wrote.

Without being able to remember, Mutsu slowly fell into a deep slumber.

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To be continued