A/N: Ch 4 is up!
Chew Chew, xD yerp poor Hijikata….let's take a moment to pay our respects to his anime self xD/shot/, C.A.M.E.O.1 and Only, ahaha yeaaa he does~ xD god I feel like such a mean author (although this might work in Sougo's favor xD /shotshotshot/. Anyways, thank u so much 4 informing me of the typo I made ^.^ I went back & fixed it as soon as I read ur review. & lolololzzzz the end of ur comment made me laugh soooo hard XDXDXD hijikata definitely needs 2 invest in life insurance….in every galaxy XDXDXD. Chocopaste, yerp, a mate xD hehehe thx! Keeping the sadist king in character while he's in love is kinda hard 4 me…..xD since he's the one and only amazing sadist we love and ship with our very own adorable china girl xD
Fangirling on latest Gintama ch (just something I felt like doing so skip 2 the chap if u don't wanna read this ^^): o.m.g. I swear 2 god I am like literally waiting 4 kamui 2 have his epic yato match with Kagura-chan! Sorachi sensei is keeping me on my toes with this whole arc so far! & Sougo! Omg Sougo! And zenzou! I swear 2 god this is keeping me on edge soooooo much! Plz update quickly sorachi sensei ur killing me here!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GINTAMA IT BELONGS TO SORACHI HIDEAKI
Enjoy~
Umbrellas and Swords
Ch. 4: Her decision, His reaction
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"…..You're joking." Kagura deadpanned. Screw her head. Screw the voices. Screw the tears. What the hell was he talking about?! A mate, like the ones in those animal stories or slutty shoujo mangas?! She needed answers. And she needed answers now.
"I'm not kidding, Kagura." Gin replied, fish eyes now taking over as he nodded over to Shinpachi, who was stepping out of the apartment in the direction of Otose's snack shop just below the building. "The Old hag will be coming up any minute now. She'll explain to you what's happening."
She raised an eyebrow, "Why can't you or Shinpachi tell me?" It seemed questionable to her, since Gintoki has been her caretaker for all these years, he taught her everything she needed to know, which was mostly 99% dirty jokes and curses with an extra 55% of money in mind. Retracting from her thoughts, she watched as her surrogate father scratched his head.
"It would be better if you heard it from the old hag yourself." Although he honestly wouldn't mind if he was the one who explained the part to her, but having the old hag tell her would be more reassuring, since Otose was also a woman. Once he heard the door slide open again, he and Kagura looked over to see Otose standing at the doorway with Shinpachi in tow.
"Is it finally time?" Otose asked, catching the eye of the silver-samurai as she looked over to Kagura, still curled up in a ball, her hair a big pile of mess. "I see." Otose lit up a cigarette and pressed it to her lips. She walked over to Kagura and gently took her hand, giving her a reassuring squeeze. Kagura seemed to have relaxed at the action, seeing as that Otose was a responsible and caring person. And if Papi were to entrust any secrets concerning her to any of her guardians, the first one would be Otose (second would be Gin-chan and Shinpachi).
Otose pulled her up to her feet, and led her to the washroom. "Alright, well first, let's get you cleaned up. We'll discuss this after those two blockheads over there get out of the room."
Kagura nodded, following the deva to the showers. She could really use a shower now, after all that sweat that had been released in her already hot closet. Although it seemed that even if it was autumn, no matter what occasion it is, her closet was always the warmest place in the apartment.
This was turning out to be a shitty day.
"So, Kagura." Otose was drying Kagura's hair with a towel in the living room. Now clad in her non-sweaty, usual clothes, with her headache and the little voice gone, Kagura was curious as to what was so important that concerned her needing a "mate." She shuddered at that thought. Why would she need a mate? And who would she choose? The sudden image of sandy brown hair invaded her mind. She pushed that thought away as she tried to calm her already pink cheeks (from the shower) down before it erupted into a crimson red. Stop it, he probably still hates you.
Otose lit another cigarette and pressed it to her lips, unwrapping the towel from the yato girl's hair as she threw it at Gintoki's face, who cursed and gave it to Shinpachi as they left the room to let the two women talk. "Your father sent Gintoki a letter, and visited me, concerning your situation not only as a woman, but as a yato."
Kagura raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
Otose released a puff of smoke, which trailed off into the air. "Being a yato does give you unmeasurable capabilities, but it can also be dangerous when it's not taken care of. There is an old yato custom, which is used usually for yato women and men who have unnaturally pure blood from their ancestors." She paused to see Kagura listening intently.
"That custom prevents your yato blood from going out of control, from turning yourself into a monster. Your yato blood starts developing when you're born, and continues until you reach a specific age. In other yato's cases, it would be at the age of sixteen-,
Sixteen. The age Kamui was when he left her.
"-but your father took you with him five years ago to delay the process until you've reached a marriageable age, in his opinion."
Trying hard to absorb all of this information, Kagura raised her eyebrows again, wide-eyed and blushing. "M-marriage?! Papi was preparing me for that!? But we were only going around space killing mons…." Her voice trailed off and her blush faded away as her eyes widened again. Otose noticed that, and mentally commended her daughter-figure for figuring it out.
"Yes, your father was making you fight all those monsters to suppress your yato growth. Think of it as feeding food to the voice in your head. You wouldn't have any craving to kill anything because you were too busy with your job as an alien hunter or you were either training with Umibouzu-san. That prevented your power from going out of control all these five years."
Kagura nodded, too shocked for words to form. Taking that as an indicator to explain further, Otose carried on, "Fighting served as a stimulator to prevent your powers and your sanity from going out of control. And you can't do that anymore because it has gone too out of hand this time, which means you need a "mate.""
Kagura was old enough to handle this, old enough to understand that her sanity as a yato was dangerous if it was slipping. The first signs was the little voice coming back into her head. "Huh? What is having a "mate" going to help me with? ….And I don't think that they'll survive if I fight them." She murmured the last part softly, and remembered her battle with Abuto. The sheer bloodlust she felt radiating off of herself. The willingness to tear through flesh just to see the color that looked like Lycoris Radiata.
More smoke emerged from Otose's cigarette, "Because your "mate" is going to help you suppress your powers, and make sure the little voice in your mind doesn't take over." The old woman looked at the China girl and squeezed her cigarette. Kagura didn't deserve this. But the old woman would only be able to support her from the outside. Otose just hoped that the contents of Umibouzu's letter would work, or else the worst could happen.
"Fighting with your "mate" constantly is a way to suppress your powers, but that will only work for a little while. Your "mate" will become your lifelong partner, and he needs to possess a significant amount of strength." Otose eyed Kagura as she saw the woman blush. The deva watched her with a knowing smile, the vice-commander seemed to be a perfect choice in everyone's eyes.
The yato girl sputtered, trying to find the right words. "P-parter?! Why?!" A fiery red finally winning its place on her cheeks.
"Because you need to do it with someone you like don't you?" Otose deadpanned quite smoothly. Kagura was nineteen already and still a virgin. If someone should take her, the safest and best choice would be Okita Sougo. Otose made a mental note to kill him in his sleep if he ever hurt her.
The reaction on the China girl was priceless as her eyes widened in horror. "Wh-What?"
Her expression made the deva slightly quirk her lips into a half-smile.
Otose's smile regressed to a thin line as she put a hand on Kagura's shoulder. "Now stay calm until I explain everything." She saw her surrogate daughter give a stiff nod, and continued. "To suppress your yato powers, you either need to fight with your mate constantly, or you need to sleep with him." She paused to see Kagura's face contort into one of surprise and her face was as red as a tomato. It reminded her of her own expression when she first read the letter with Gintoki and received a visit from Umibouzu himself. Her cigarette literally dropped from her mouth. Pulling herself out of her thoughts, the old woman continued with her explanation. "It prevents your power from going out of control, converting the craving to fight, into "sexual fristration," which would result in that sexual frustration being released when you sleep with your "mate." You usually have to do this several times a year, but I don't think that will be a problem for you." Terada Ayano checked to see if Kagura was still handling this well.
She wasn't.
"WHAT!?" If Kagura had counted the many times that she had blushed, then all of them combined would not be compared to her state now. She kept denying the image of sandy-brown hair that her mind kept projecting every time the old hag said "mate." She watched Otose sigh.
"Usually the tradition of having a "mate" is done by siblings to keep the bloodline going—"
Kamui. For once in her life, Kagura was somewhat relieved that Kamui had left. But never in her life did she see, hear, nor smell Kamui have any interest in women, since he only thought about killing and "finding stronger enemies."" A click went off in her head as she pieced her thoughts together.
No wonder Kamui searched for stronger opponents. No wonder Kamui killed. No wonder Kamui left.
She was forced out of her thoughts so she could listen to Otose.
"-but times are different now." Terada Ayano lit a new cigarette. "And I don't think you have an interest in any other men as a "mate" other than the vice-commander, am I right?" Otose eyed Kagura with a knowing smile as she watched the woman turn an impossible shade of red, and then watched the blush die away almost immediately, which confused the old woman.
"I…I like the Sadist." Kagura stated with a hesitant look, and that morphed into guilt. "…..But he probably still hates me."
Otose couldn't believe what she just heard. "Kagura, why would you say that?" Just finally, finally when her daughter-figure stopped being so naïve to others around her and her own feelings, she was still a dense little girl when it came to the oh-so-great subject of love. A chuckle passed through her lips as she thought of the sadist of the shinsengumi. Boy, he definitely has it tough, but she knew how the strange forces of love worked. After all, when you had a husband like Terada Tatsugoro, you would understand the complications of men. She inwardly chuckled at Okita's patience.
Kagura stared at Otose, and confessed to her about everything. About how she was too embarrassed to show her face to him, about how she never said goodbye to him, about how she never told him that she was leaving. And Otose listened. She listened with a knowing smile as Kagura poured her heart out to the old woman in the room. Once she was finished, she heard a wave of chuckling coming from Otose herself. She knew that the old woman would never make fun of anything serious she told her. Was she missing something?
As the chuckling died down, Otose cleared her throat and smiled at the girl again. "Kagura, it isn't that Okita-san hates you. He's giving you the space you need before you make a decision." If Kagura wouldn't be able to solve this problem on her own, then she was going to explain it to her. "You love the boy, and he's being patient with you since he thinks that you're not ready to make a decision whether to be with him or not." The old woman patted the red-haird woman on the head affectionately as the latter looked at her incredulously. "So you should tell him before his patience runs out."
Taking in her mother-figure's words with respect, Kagura mentally cursed at herself. How could she have be so stupid!? She suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment hit her again. She was worried so much about something that happened five years ago, and she was making such a big deal out of it! Swinging her legs off of the couch, Otose grabbed her hand before she ran out the door and gave her a small smile, "Come back here when you've settled your score."
Kagura smiled back at the old woman, and felt her let go of her hand. The yato girl dashed out of the apartment, which startled Gintoki and Shinpachi who were leaning against the wall, shouting curses as they watched their surrogate family member run down the stairs.
"Oi, where are you going!"
"Tax-robbers! I have an unsettled score with the Sadist!"
And with that, the two men could only see Kagura slowly disappeared into the crowds of Kabukichou.
Okita Sougo was a nap-lover. He thought that everyone deserved to enjoy the pleasantries of naptime, which in his case, was every time he was supposed to do work. Hiding away in his office; papers and inks scattered everywhere, he was leisurely napping beneath the kotatsu, his red mask lying next to his head, his arms leaning on the wooden surface, acting as a pillow for his head, and dreaming about finally killing Hijikata and attaining the position of commander.
LET THE OKITA EMPIRE BEGIN.
His beautiful dream was then interrupted when a wave a red was in his face. Trying to wave it away, he realized that this was indeed, not part of his wonderful dream. He closed his eyes again, wondering who in the world would be so cruel as to disturb his nap, which was the epitome of rest, the epitome of dreams, the epitome of getting away from work. Unless the person was Hijikata-san.
Feeling long pieces of hair brush against his face, Okita's eyes shot open as he sat up, face-to-face with the china girl, who was leaning just a hair's breathe from him. Expecting her to back away, he waited for a few seconds. She wasn't backing away, much to his surprise. Well, since she was here, there wasn't any reason for him not to annoy her.
"China." The nickname slipped out of his mouth like water.
"Sougo." She said his name with the utmost ease, and with a slight pink tint on her cheeks.
This time, he face showed genuine surprise for the first time in a while. Now that, was definitely something that he would not expect. Ever.
Shuffling her feet nervously for a moment, the china girl jerked her head upwards to face him. Pure determination were in her blue orbs.
"I love you."
Kagura willed herself to look at him in the face after that rather upfront confession of hers'. Although that was a bit…hard to do, considering the blush threatening to come up onto her face, and their current positions. Kagura was on her knees, tilting her face to the side, whilst Sougo was sitting upright, still wide-eyed in all of his glory.
What happened after that was a blur. Kagura remembered his hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her down under the kotatsu in a second. Muffling her colorful protests with a hand over her mouth, they waiting under there for a moment until footsteps could be heard walking into the room. She looked at his face, and understood exactly who it was.
Mayora.
She heard a curse faintly come from the raven-haired man's lips as he mumbled about 'that damn sadist not showing up for work,' and stayed around. Kagura, hearing the shuffling of paper on the outside, was tempted to see what the mayo man was doing. She extended her arm to the flap of the blanket. Before she could lift up the flap, she felt a hand grab her wrist and pull it away.
About to glare at him, it was then that Kagura realized the very 'intimate' and 'suggestive' position they were in. She was laying on her side, with Sougo facing her way and draping a lean, muscular arm around her waist, pulling her close to his chest. She felt his muscles under the contents of his red and white clothing. Not being able stand the heat, and the person that she just confessed to, she was about to protest and crawl out of the kotatsu until his arm tightened his hold on her, with another arm that was holding her upper body and head to his chest(1).
Dammit. She cursed under her breath. There was no way that she would be able to get out with him holding her, and she didn't want Mayora to see her coming out from such a suggestive position.
After that, another whirl of events took place. Before she was about to protest again, he brought her closer to him, apart from just a hair's breathe, and enveloped her in a kiss.
It started as just a light peck initiated by him, and then he brought his lips to her again. It tasted like tobasco sauce. Disgusting. But it was warm, and she could live with that. Recovering from her shock, she kissed him back, and they indulged themselves under the warm kotatsu.
It was a passionate kiss under the unbearable heat.
Kagura let out a small moan, which she immediately regret as the sadist completely dominated throughout their session. Breaking away, Okita was leaving trails of chaste kissed down her neck and stopped at her nape. Pausing for a moment to nuzzle his head into her neck, he moved his head away and bit down, leaving a hickey and earning a small yelp and a glare from the woman next to him. Smirking at her reaction, he readjusted his position and kissed her again, licking her lips to ask for entrance, which was granted. Exploring her mouth, he felt the china girl stick hers out too in response. Although she was inexperienced, she was doing pretty well for her first try, Okita noted. Both thoroughly enjoying their French kiss, Kagura had a hand through his hair and was slowly untying his ponytail. Okita was still keeping her petite body close to his.
Hijikata was long gone by now, and the kisses didn't stop. Running a hand through his silky long hair, the yato girl let out several small moans as Sougo deepened the kiss, their bodies practically mashed together. She was completely submissive, but she wanted to enjoy this moment, making sure to get her revenge later. It was their little game of dominance. And clearly, Okita was winning. But they didn't care about that right now. They wanted to indulge in this electrifying feeling.
And it was pure ecstasy.
Slowly, they parted, stopping to allow oxygen back into their lungs as they gasped for breath. Waiting for Kagura's panting to die down, Okita lightly brushed his lips against hers', and then brought his lips to her head, still not willing to let go of her yet.
"I love you too."
Okita Sougo was never one to tolerate the disturbance of a nap.
But this was a special exception.
A/N: Ahhhhhh Sougo XDXDXDXD what have i done 2 u XDXDXD
Well, here is a slight citrusy okikagu fanservice moment 4 u all
1.)Just think of Sougo hugging a body pillow, and that would be the position the 2 r in xD
I am really inexperienced with writing love/kissing scenes but I have read enough 2 be able 2 imagine it in my mind xD /shotshotshot/
Ok so ik I say this a lot but still, 4give me if I made the characters 2 ooc . *bows head and hides in a corner*
Til next time~
