"WHO THE FUCK ORDERED THESE BOXES OF SUKOMBU?!" Shinsengumi's vice-commander, Toushiro Hijikata's voice rang through his office. His eyes were staring at the boxes of sukombu which he certainly did not knew where it came from. He then turned to the young woman in front of him who just looked away with a tint of blush across her cheeks.

"You said I had one phone call.." She insisted quietly before playing with her fingers. Her hands were handcuffed by Sougo earlier. Now there were five of them at Hijikata's room:

One was, of course, Hijikata, considered as the brains of Shinsengumi and is often called as the demon Vice-commander. The second person was Kondou, who was a tall, muscular man with tan skin, spiky brown hair. He was also the Shinsengumi's commander. The third person was Yamazaki. He looked quite plain compared to more colorful Shinsengumi members. He was also the one who reported the girl to Sougo, who was the fourth person at the room. Okita Sougo appeared to be a mild-featured young man with short light brown hair with jagged bangs and reddish brown eyes.

The last person would be the woman currently being interrogated whose name was still unknown to them.

"Your name?" Hijikata asked as he tapped his ballpoint against his table impatiently. He would deal with the sukombus later. He knew the girl was different and unique but he wasn't aware that she would be this weird.

The girl did not answer.

Now Hijikata was becoming angry. "If I ask for your name, you better answer, you brat—"

"Now, now." Kondo stopped his friend, afraid that he might tarnish the Shinsengumi's reputation by harming and frightening the young girl. "No need for harsh words, Toshi."

Kondo managed to calm Hijikata down. (Before receiving a few curses and tantrums.) The commander sighed before turning to look at the young girl who looked unimpressed and bored. "What's your name, young lady?"

Okita found himself waiting for her to answer. He wondered what the name of the destructive girl was.

After a long silence, she finally answered.

"Kagura. Sakata Kagura."

Sougo furrowed his eyebrows but did not say anything. Sakata? He was confused and surprised that the girl, Kagura, had a last name. She was the first yato to have a last name. All of the yatos that he had encountered had abandoned their family names after joining the organization. For a moment, Sougo wondered if she actually was a member of the said organization. As far as he knew, yatos were pale and had a mark of an umbrella carved in their skin. Sougo found himself staring at her as he searched for the mark. And at her neck, he found it. A mark of a parasol.

Kondo nodded and told Yamazaki to jot it down. "Age?"

"Twenty."

"So." Kondo started, "Why did you kill the man?"

Kagura remained silent, not showing any sign of wanting to answer the question. Her lips opened for a second, as if she wanted to say something, but closed it and remained quiet. Sougo looked at the men with him and realized that only him saw the young girl's hesitation.

"Wait, Kondo-san." All men looked at him when he spoke, "We're still not sure that she was the one who killed the man."

"Yeah, but.."

"I killed him."

Sougo looked at her, everyone did, when she spoke. She faced them, still looking emotionless and cold. Sougo could feel the men beside him shift in their seats, feeling uncomfortable to be with a murderer. Sougo, however, noticed how red her eyes were. As if she just cried.

Ah, Sougo thought to himself, what a foolish person.

"Why did you kill him?" Hijikata asked again.

"Vice-commander!" One of Shinsengumi's members opened the door which led to the end of uncomfortable silence. Kagura found herself releasing a sigh of relief no one noticed she was holding. Hijikata looked ready to kill the man who recklessly opened the door who was panting, "A silver-haired samurai is outside!"

Kagura was the first to react. Her jaw dropped in surprise, "Silver?"

Kondo rose from his seat, "Hijikata. Yamazaki. Go with me. We'll deal with the man outside." Then he faced Kagura, "Do you know him?"

"Y-yes." She hesitated answering, looking away from the gorilla-like commander. The three men went out to meet with the samurai, leaving her and Sougo behind.

Sougo, who was starting to get bored, got himself one of sukombu boxes that the girl ordered earlier. He grinned when he saw her glare at him as he munched a few of them.

"These are pretty good," He lied just to get to see her reaction. What the fuck was this girl's taste? Fucking disgusting. He thought inwardly before eating another one. He was so going to regret doing this.

But when he saw how she gritted her teeth and how angry she looked, he thought his actions were worth it. It was a shocker for him to see the reckless girl from the shop suddenly become aggravated just because of a food. With a smirk etched on his innocent face, he ate more.

"How fucking dare you? I will fucking cut of your * from your fucking body and feed them to the wildest lions and take your * from your sockets to put them in a blender and feed them to the Shinsengumi along with your *. Just wait and see you fucking brat."

He suddenly had the urge to laugh at her threats that he knew were empty. There was no way a girl like her could actually defeat him. He knew he was a lot stronger than her. Yes, she might be hella mad but he was skilled. However, to say that he was amused by her words was an understatement. He knew the girl would be dauntless, but he never knew her mouth would be this sharp.

"Am I supposed to be scared by that?" He asked sarcastically, "Am I supposed to be intimidated by you? What are you? Twelve?"

"Yes, at the rate of one to ten."

He snorted, "So? Why did you do it?"

Kagura rolled her eyes, getting annoyed at the questions that can't just seem to end. "I told you, I fucking killed him. Can't that information be enough?"

"It's not enough if it's a lie."

He would never forget how innocent she looked like for a second. Her eyes suddenly became wide as she stared at him. Her lips formed a small 'o' to describe how surprised she was at his words. For a moment, she looked like a girl. Just a girl. Just a normal chinese girl. Not the woman he saw earlier with blood in her hands. Not the woman with such cold eyes. Not a yato. For a moment, she looked ordinary.

(However, he missed the hope that gleamed for a second upon the girl's eyes.)