A/N: Oh look, it's not a one-shot anymore.

A lone figure climbed the steps as he paid no heed to the fear that threatened to seize his heart. He stopped in front of a door as he heard familiar voices.

'It can't be…right?' He opened the door as he saw the Yato girl curled in on herself, while the two siblings tended to another man. What he feared became reality as his anger rose to unsurmountable levels. The man glanced at the new visitor in fear as the other occupants just noticed him open the door.

"Ah, Katsura-san." Shinpachi said as he stood up. "What do you need, Katsura-san?"

"Where is Gintoki?" Katsura asked, barely containing his own rage. 'He's gone and yet they continue as if nothing's wrong?' He clenched his fists.

"He left." Otae simply said as she proceeded to walk out. Katsura didn't let her. He gripped her arm, staring at her eyes. "Where is he?" He repeated, tightening his hold in emphasis as she flinched.

"Wait – "The cyborg tried to stand up before groaning in pain. "Ah, don't stand up yet!" Shinpachi exclaimed, trying to help him down. The cyborg held his arm up in protest. He looked at Katsura with regard.

"It was my fault he left." He continued before anyone could talk. "It's true we don't know why he left or where he is but don't blame them. It was all my fault."

Obi gazed at his eyes, trying to let him see that it wasn't anyone's fault but his. Katsura held this for only a second before letting go of her arm. He lowered his head, letting his long hair shadow his eyes.

He took out his sword, still in its scabbard before smashing the hilt on the wall. The cracks spread halfway through the ceiling as he glared at each and single one of them.

"If anything happened to him," He looked up, eyes freezing cold with a voice layered with disdain and disgust. "Know that I will never let each of you roam this world alive."

"Gintoki was wrong about you." He hissed before leaving the building, his anger rippling around him. All those that remained in the room was silent and not a single one of them noticed the young girl who was weeping silently as she left through the window.

Kagura ran through the streets, tears blinding her path as she thought back to the time when he left. I didn't know. I didn't know Gin-chan tried to save him. I tried to attack him.

She didn't bother wiping away her tears. She didn't bother the pain that was slowly engulfing her within. She was too deep within her mind to even try to care about anything else.

Everyone was leaving. This was something she noticed far too late. She couldn't stay with Shin-chan. He had his own family and she couldn't interfere with that. Her own family was scattered throughout the world or in another world.

She was truly alone.

She kept running. No destination in mind. She just wanted to stop all these emotions from overflowing within her. Somewhere to release all this frustration.

In her distress, she bumped into someone who knew her very well. They locked eyes for a moment before she muttered an apology and ran away. She didn't recognize her, too buried in her emotions.

A hand gripped her dress, one that managed to stop her in her frenzied state. Her body immediately tried to get it to let go. "Let go! Let go!" She shouted, sobbing and sniffling.

"China girl…" She looked up, recognizing the voice. His eyes were filled with concern and an emotion she couldn't quite decipher. At once, she slacked her struggles. There was still someone here.

"Super sadist…" She whispered, as her eyes glistened with renewed tears. She immediately buried her face on his shoulder, releasing her buried emotions.

She needed some sort of reprieve from everything that was happening. It was too much for her, for someone who was still trying to learn how to trust someone.

The boy didn't push her away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her trying to comfort her in one way or another. He glared away all those who was curious and tried to watch.

He didn't know why she tried to comfort her. He just knew that if he let her go, she'll slip away from his grasp…never to be found again.

To be honest, he was guilty. He indirectly caused that one girl, who was unafraid to anything, to break down and cry. He was also relieved that he chose to patrol the town in that time.

Who knew what could've happened if he didn't? Would she go and destroy something in her emotions?

He knew of her capabilities and feared that she could have hurt herself if she continued like she did earlier. He knew enough to know what happens to someone who let their emotions get in the way.

He looked down, wrapping her more tightly. In his mind, he silently vowed to fix his mistake. Everything else be damned.