Finally after quite some time I was able to update (∩_∩) My schedule's been quite hectic, lots of preparations for this and that and all.
Plus my computer time's been reduced. (ﾉД`) Been outside more. And I've been thinking...maybe I should change the rating of this story to M. (Oopse, a little unecessary spoiler（*´▽｀*）but really it isn't that much, I think...but I really wanted to put more)
Oh well I guess it depends, if my brain tells me to place more interesting scenes.
It wasn't as if she was excited or anything preposterous like that, it was merely just a matter of fair compensation for leaving her like a forever alone idiot the previous day.
She irately bundles up the locks of hair into the hair accessory, her arms already weary of being suspended up in the air for so long due to her bad hair day.
Just when her nimble fingers were finally able to secure her buns in place, her cell phone just had to ring and startle her, causing the cups to tumble down from her head.
"That idiot, I told him to pick me up early but I never meant this early!" She exasperatedly mumbled to herself, beginning to regret their agreement the other night over text message.
Her fingers casually slid on the screen to open the message.
"I'll be there soon. You better not be still in bed or else I'll have to punish you."
"Ah whatever" She replied to him with a snide remark and stuffed the gadget in her skirt pocket.
She straightened up any creases on her school uniform and picked up her school bag then exited her room.
Little does she know, Kamui was just on his way out as well and the sight of him motioning towards the door immediately caused her to leap back inside her room.
The back of her head banged against the wood as she planted her palms flat on the door.
"W-What is he…?" Of all the things that she could probably forget to take note of, it had to be the fact that there was a great possibly that she would encounter her brother at such an hour in the morning. The memory of his odd concern weeks ago still ticked a dubious bomb in her gut. If his interrogation is even considered as concern, that is.
Nevertheless, there was no way in hell she'd be skipping out of her room anytime soon.
Kagura's petite body plopped down on the floor and she rested her back against the slab of mahogany that separated her and her reason of unease.
Scheming on surprising his little China doll, Okita practically trespassed in her home and was currently about to break in from the window, when the doorknob had suddenly began to turn.
He switched to a spur of the moment option and just crossed his arms in front of his chest and donned his usual smirk.
The door finally fully unlocked and his gaze met with the well-known shade of blue of the eyes of the person.
But they weren't what he expected.
For the possessor of the eyes were clearly a male and that they were hazed with an unnerving level of something vicious.
The permanent looking smile on the male's face added an eerie effect, but he'd brushed off the thought and instead, focused on his purpose of visiting.
"Is China ready yet?" He asked without a hint of suspicion in his unfazed look.
Despite obviously addressing his question to Kamui, the Yato acted as if he hadn't heard a thing and had started walking away, until he halted his steps right beside Okita.
"If you know what's best for you, I suggest you stay away from my sister."
"Too late, siscon creep."
In a blink of an eye, Okita was in his fighting stance, attempting to fend off the powerful kick launched by Kamui.
"Not bad for an imbecile." Kamui watched with interest the sandy haired male blocking his attack with his arms.
"You've got the same temper as my girlfriend, siscon." The twitching of the antenna along with the deepening of the threatening look of the vermillion haired male didn't go unnoticed by Okita's cold eyes.
As fast as the sudden assault, Kamui's form had soundlessly flung in the air and landed on both feet on the soil in front of the veranda with his back turned.
"Not for long. Heed my warning, unless you'd like me to kill you myself." He started pacing towards the gates like a sly snake would glide across an open field.
"I won't be moving in with Satan anytime soon." Okita received no retort from the older Yato as he gazed at his ominous, treading away form.
Once again, the squeaking of the door was heard and he whirled around to finally find the girl he'd been locating.
Rather than seeing the nonchalant yet chipper regard on her face, a look of shock was in place instead.
"What the hell happened to you?" Her soft palms pressed against the darkening bruises discoloring his arms.
He gaped at them and the realization that the toll of her psycho brother's kick was starting to manifest.
His body tensed, unused to the tenderness at the sensation of her hands caressing the injured area.
"These look fresh." She mused to herself then a sudden inkling had driven an anxious expression in place.
"Did…did you encounter baka-aniki by any chance? We have the same features but he wears a disturbing smile all the time." No nonsense blue eyes slowly left his limbs to stare at his apathetic rusty ones.
"Yeah, he looked fucking creepy just walking out without saying a word. The guy didn't even give a shit that I trespassed." As much as he disliked it, he figured that keeping his mouth shut about the incident was for the best.
"Oh, I…see." His reply seemed to relieve her, until she stopped stroking his arms and the look of displeased curiosity molded on her face.
"Then what the hell did happen to you?"
"Just a few sadist experiments gone wrong." Irritation had finally settled on her features at full blast and she hastily dropped his arms.
"Dumbass Sadist." She sharply turned on her heel but the same arms that she'd treated roughly had encircled around her shoulders.
Whether or not she admitted it, he was fully aware that she was worried about him.
And acting like a pms-ing bitch was her way of showing her affection.
"It's nothing to think about. It'll take a whole lot of effort to take me down." Her frame relaxed against his and she brought her hands to his and wrapped her fingers around them.
"Still, you're craziness is hurtful." Kagura notably softened, having been content with the close proximity.
"Then I'll be more careful next time." She closed her eyes and relished in the moment before squeezing his hands, indicating that she wanted to be free.
After that her hand reached out for the knob and twisted the door to enter her house once more.
"Where are you going?"
Her head pivoted in the slightest to witness his deadpanned expression.
"Unless you want to look like you played S and M and was the masochist, get your ass in here so you can get treated." She continued waltzing back into her home and he shook his head with a little, grateful smile curving his lips.
The secluded portion of a street a good stretch away from the Yato residence echoed with a sinister vibe despite of the joyous fluff of the morning.
Kamui leisurely strode through the place, as if he was the demon himself who ruled over it.
Or perhaps, he was one of the demons.
"Where the hell have you been? You're late." A purple haired male reclining his back onto a post peevishly snarled, not even bothering to effort to open his eye to know that the smiling teen had already arrived to their designated place of meeting.
"Just encountered the nuisance attempting to steal what's mine."
This time, something worth Takasugi's interest caused him to maliciously grin and direct his gaze to Kamui.
"Don't you mean ours?"
A pair of blue eyes flapped open, obviously radiating with ill will but the smile was still ever present on his lips.
"Don't get so sure of yourself yet, Takasugi-san."
"Doesn't matter, siscon." The ahoge sticking atop Kamui's head twitched, unnerved that he'd been called by such a degrading name by yet another person.
"Mind getting on with what you wanted to talk about before I kill yah?" To anyone, it wasn't a secret that he was already itching to severe Takasugi's head.
The amber eyed teen wasn't the least bit disturbed. "When will the plan commence?"
"As soon as possible. It doesn't seem like he'd give up anytime soon so I'd give it less than 24 hours."
"This'd be interesting."
"Oh it will be." Both were engulfed by an invisible, bloodthirsty aura just waiting to be unleashed.
"Alright, I suggest we have a petting zoo theme for our class!" Kondo spiritedly declared, only to receive disapproving stares from his classmates.
"I'm against that idea. We'd only end up with a gorilla day-care center." Otae sensitively voiced out her thoughts with an unregretful beam on her face.
"B-But Otae-san—"
"We can't have people feeding the animals too. Don't you know that gorilla's can become walking nuclear bombs and would take a dump all over the place?" As much as Gintoki was disinclined to involve himself with whatever his class was planning, the thought of being called 'Leader Gorilla' and becoming a legend for such in Gintama High gave him the shudders.
"Sensei, that's not true. Gorilla's are a peace loving species!"
Because of all the things, why would someone come up with such an idea for the annual school festival?
"Please everyone, calm down. Let's try to think of something more uh, normal?" Being the class representative was never easy, but Yamazaki wouldn't let an argument to ensue from their supposedly productive discussion about the festival.
"Let's have shabu-shabu!" With vast grin on Kagura's face, she slammed her hands on the table and shouted her suggestion.
Oh right, because he was stuck to deal with this retarded bunch.
"We're not even in charge of the food stalls, you idiot! You just want to have a crazy eat off." The mayonnaise lover irately countered her.
"Then what do you suggest Hijikata-san, have a hideous imitation of Mayo Kingdom?" Though Okita had originally decided to detach himself from the planning, it seemed like an acceptable opportunity to appease his boredom.
"Don't you ever put 'hideous' and 'Mayo Kingdom' in one sentence! And I'll have you know that there's no way in a thousand years would we be able to create the perfect imitation of it even if we work our asses off."
The sandy haired male shrugged his shoulders in the most uncaring way. "Not like I'd ever want to work for anything anyway."
"Everyone, please" Seeing as that Yamazaki was already having a hard time managing the hoard of troublemakers, Shinpachi took this as a cue to perform his part as the straight man.
"Then what about we just have a play? Snow White seems like a good pick." In that moment, silence had unexpectedly nested upon the room.
As overused as it may seem, performing a play was the next best thing other than ending up with a scrambled load of bull.
"If that's the case, I pick Gura-san as the prince." Kyubei had chosen to break the ice.
"Oh yes that's right, you really reeled in the ladies last year now didn't you, Kagura-san?" The gorilla stated, recalling Kagura's booming popularity with the previous year's host club.
The topic of the conversation merely sported a dry expression. "There's no way in hell I'm doing something so mannerly again. What about this guy?" She directed her thumb towards her boyfriend.
Truthfully, she had no problems with behaving like a man but a gentleman? That was definitely far from her category, even if she did gather more attention than the Prince of the Planet of the Sadists himself in the host club.
And it's something that still heavily damages Okita's pride up to that day.
Okita on the other hand, had drifted off to some unknown, probably sadistic realm in his mind.
Hijikata could only scoff at such. "That guy may be the center of attraction as well but having a Do-S prince would be the death of all of us." If only he was paying attention then the Sadist would be more than flattered at the raven haired male's precise prediction.
"Well uh," She frantically began to scan for any possible sorry victim that would save her ass.
"What about Zura?" Kagura pointed her finger towards the long haired man who'd mysteriously slid in the room.
"It's not Zura, its Katsura! And I'd rather perform the part of Snow White, as Zurako." He passionately declared as random roses and sparkles suddenly popped up in the background.
"Is that even legal? Other than it's disgusting, Zura-san is a teacher." Shinpachi stated with a defeated expression.
Just when he'd found a decent solution to their dilemma.
"I second that emotion; we're not hosting some fucked up fairytale!" He could embarrass himself for all he cared but if there was something that Gintoki hated more then that was to live with the reputation of being a gay pimp.
Nonetheless, Katsura ignored the protests and motioned to where Kagura was seated.
He encircled an arm around the neck of a scowling Kagura. "What do you say to that? Gura-kun and Zurako-chan stealing the hearts of the—"
"If there's anything going to be stolen then it's your life." Finally descending back from lalaland, Okita sprang up on both legs and launched a kick on Katsura's face.
"Great, the Super S is activated. At least he saved us the trouble of dealing with that troublesome faculty staff. " The chain smoker pinched his nose bridge and watched as the blonde treaded towards the quivering class representative.
He slammed his fist onto the table with a wicked grin decorating his face.
"The prince is going to be me and Snow White is China you got that?" Yamazaki could do nothing but to comply, too terrified to dare and ever counter Okita.
Just to be certain, he whipped his head around to display to the class the same chilling look he showcased to Yamazaki.
"Are there any objections?" The lot simply expressed their appreciation with uneasy faces and back and forth movements of their heads, telling a no.
The only one who had the nerve to voice out a disagreement was none other than, his loving girlfriend. "What are you doing deciding things on your own you stupid—"
"Kagura-chan does fit Snow White well; they even have the same complexion." Sarutobi mused, seemingly disregarding the fact that Snow White was supposed to be womanly. Still, in her X-rated mind, the image of her playing the part of a masochistic Snow White and her cherished Gintoki-sama as the prince drifted in her head.
The purple haired female immediately darted googly eyes and squirming movements to the silver haired man, much to his disgust.
"And like anyone would be the perfect prince for her but our very own Sougo." Kondo approved as well.
"Then it's decided. Class rep, you know what to do." Gintoki dispassionately mumbled as he tried to block Sarutobi from his view with the new issue of Jump.
"Hai, sensei." Yamazaki began to scribble on the sheet of paper pertaining to the class' decision regarding their part in the school festival.
"Oi, you didn't even facilitate properly you stupid permy—"But Kagura's direct insult towards her mentor was cut off short by the series of cheers and congratulations from her peers, causing a blotch of red to stain her face.
The merriment booming from the room caused the attention of a midnight haired female to divert her attention to it, momentarily forgetting about her donut in hand.
As she passed by in the hallway, the indifference in her bloody irises visibly softened upon landing on a certain Yato.
Every detail of Kagura's flustered yet joyous face as several flocked about and commended her was taken note of the onlooker.
"Let's hurry up, Nobume-san or we'd be late." Sasaki called out to the girl whose mind seemed to be floating.
Her eyes flitted back to the direction of her route and finished off the remaining Pon de Ring in her grasp.
'Kagura-chan.'
Never had she ever resented the rain.
In the first place, it was one of the gods that allowed her to view the beauty of the sky from time to time.
But of all the things that could come along with it, it just had to be the ruthless smack of the wind that was chilling her to the bone.
And her responsible lover was so damn awesome that taking about 20 minutes to shuffle for the correct keys to his condo unit was insufficient.
At least she was certain that it had already been that long, judging by the ooze of snot dangling down from both her nostrils and the shivering of her body.
"Oi, Sadist, how much longer is this going to take? You're cute girlfriend will catch a cold if you don't pick up the pace." She flexed her leg upwards and pushed her foot to his behind but he'd swatted it with his hand the moment the uncomfortable contact reached him.
"Don't flatter yourself; you're still the same old she-hulk, China. Now go be a good girlfriend and wait as your caring boyfriend attempts to relieve both our wet asses once we get inside." It wasn't just her who uncaringly forgot their umbrella, making him just as soaked as her.
"Once we get inside, I'll shove my fist up your ass." She knew she should show her appreciation for his patience with her but the time for something like that to absorb within her mind was yet to come.
"Bingo" He completely disregarded her threat and instead, blankly rejoiced of the fact that his entrance to his home was accessible.
"Finally" She grumbled under her breathe and followed suit as he discarded of his soaked shoes and placed them on the genkan.
Upon laying her eyes on the place, what more could she be but taken aback?
After all, knowing that Okita was a loyal servant of the devil, she had very much anticipated whips and gags to be hanging everywhere as decorations on the walls or even the ceiling.
But the only thing that welcomed her was the neat setting of the spacious unit, occupied by minimum yet notably expensive furniture here and there.
A roll of sweat glided down her temple. 'Heck, his living room is even bigger than my room.' Her awed expression accompanied by her agape mouth caused a simper to slip on his lips.
"Either you're shocked that my home is normal or that yours is too puny compared."
That expectedly resulted to a fuming Kagura. "For your information, Sadist I'd much rather live in my 'puny' house that live in some fancy schmancy, boring condo!" He simply snickered at her retort and paced to his room.
Okita twisted the knob and allowed himself in. Noting that Kagura was still standing like a baffled dumbass, he raised an eyebrow and shifted his form to watch her, currently discreetly darting her gaze from side to side to view more of the details of his home.
As much as he was charmed of her positive reaction, the coldness nipping at his skin was also diminishing his patience.
"Well don't just stand there, get in."
She blinked her surprised blue orbs a couple of times before nervously nodding her head.
It wasn't that she didn't trust him, but the implications of being in a male's bedroom, most especially your boyfriend's bedroom weren't exactly innocent—as taught to her by Gintoki and the late night soap operas that her papi had always told her never to watch.
Sensing the uneasy aura behind him, once the door closed once again he turned his attention to her to find her starting to laugh awkwardly with a flushed face.
Oh the things that could run in her pretty, little imagination.
Okita released a breath. "Look I already told you now didn't I? Just calm down, I told you I'd take care of you."
She snapped from her trance and puffed cheeks then directed her vision to the lower right.
"I-I knew that."
"Good, now then," Everything happened in a bat of an eyelash, and before she could prevent it, she was already there, her back against the wall with his hands on either sides of her head.
"Take off your clothes." His eyes bore no hint of uncertainty.
Kagura openly expressed her shocked expression before an ear-splitting screech rattled the entire building.
"WHAT?!"
Her slim fingers fidgeted with the hem of the sweatshirt loosely hanging from her slight build.
He could've at least been a bit more specific with his intentions. At least that would've prevented the furious kick she flung on his face, after she slobbered on his hand which instantly covered her mouth to mute her scream.
"If only he told me from the start it was to prevent me from catching a cold…that idiot, he deserved it." She tucked in her legs and secured her arms around them, suddenly becoming more aware that she was donning his shirt.
Kagura allowed her gaze to waver and slip shut, ducking her head more in order to inhale deeply his natural scent that seemed to have already seeped within the cloth, despite the attempts to purify it with fabric conditioner.
She'd been too engrossed that she failed to hear the opening and closing of the door, with an observant and freshly dressed Okita bringing along two cups of newly brewed tea.
He couldn't help but let a smirk grace his lips, seeing as that she seemed to favor wearing his shirt but slightly faltered when he noticed that the jogging pants he'd handed along with the shirt was left neglected at her feet.
"Should I be flattered that you enjoy being in my shirt so much that you completely ignored my pants?"
Like a deer caught in the headlights, she sprang up from her position but remained seated.
"S-S-Shut up, I DO NOT enjoy wearing your shirt! It's too big on me that it's as good as a dress. And you're so damn fat that the pants fell right after I wore them." The paleness of her face was engulfed in a little flame and consciously attempted to cover her exposed legs.
"I'm not fat; you're just hopelessly tiny despite chomping on tons of food everyday." He motioned towards the low table resting in front of Kagura in order to set down their drinks.
His eyes flickered to mischievous as he settled himself in front of her. "And admit it China, you were practically going all snuggle bunny while I wasn't around."
How it amused him just when the red tint on her face deepened with the look of priceless surprise and anger to boot.
"Just how long were you!—"Truly, mother nature seemed to despise her. Just when she'd already become comfortable with the change of wardrobe, a flow of wind just had to slap her skin.
Now she was trembling once more, losing track of her words and focusing on regaining her warmth by guzzling hurried yet careful sips of tea.
Okita heaved himself up and ambled towards the window in order to reclose it. "If you wanted some ventilation then you could've just switched on the AC or kept the door opened."
"And what, either freeze my ass off with the cold or have you peeping at me? No thanks."
She knew she shouldn't have opened the window, but the stuffiness in his room was just too unbearable. Opening the air conditioner was a big no, so opting to mingle with the natural air was her last resort.
He swiveled around and walked back to the table. "You don't even have curves to begin with, China. And that's exactly why you should've endured wearing pants." Instead of occupying his place like she had presumed, his hand snatched the ignored cloth beside her then moved directly in front of her.
Disoriented, ocean like eyes locked with unfazed, rusty ones.
"W-What?" The way he loomed over her smaller frame placed her in great uneasiness.
"Nothing really, just something very simple if you cooperate. Either you willingly put these pants on or," Okita swooped down so he was at her level. "I force them on you."
She couldn't remember anymore how many times she'd over abused the 'startled-blushing-reaction' but she was quite certain that using it once more were very much acceptable, since she was in such a predicament.
"Dream on! There's no way in hell I'd let you play dress me up on me, you perverted Sadist!" Her hands quickly fled from the cup then she backed away slightly using her knees and poised her hands in a defensive stance—allowing him a good view of something he hadn't quite expected.
"China," His shoulders suddenly slumped and the light in his eyes dangerously dimmed to something she couldn't quite decipher.
A small lump was hitched in her throat at seeing him in a state she'd never encountered before.
All of a sudden, her back was pressed up against the floor and her wrists were practically trapped in his grip at her sides.
Kagura yelped as a response, about to kick and punch when his voice shattered her plan.
"Didn't you tell me you didn't want to place your bra in the dryer?" That was when realization had struck her.
'Don't tell me he…'
Horrified as she may be to know the truth, she still chose to incline her head in order to have a good look at her bosom, to find the buds sitting on them swelling.
By now, she could've sworn she was going to pass out due to excessive embarrassment.
"I-I-I, it was well, i-if I didn't take them off then I'd still be cold!" Creative words of profanity played in her head, all directed to the wind and her body's instinct to react.
"And you didn't think of it ahead, why?" Okita's fingers began to sensually trace the outline of her left breast, down to the slope of her waist.
His touch sent a jolt of electricity on her skin, oddly rendering a Yato such as herself weakened. The foreign glaze in his eyes effectively told her to remain unmoving, cautious of his possible unpredictability.
"It was for self-defense reasons." The timbre of her voice was as good as hushed.
"Did you also…" His hand traveled down once more and stopped at her hip, cupping it and stroking once or twice.
And she knew that he could already tell that she was entirely naked underneath the cotton sweatshirt.
She didn't like this.
Kagura was absolutely alarmed, yet the feeling was mixed with something that seemed to be positive.
Sparks of anticipation—and when his eyes brimming with primal need traveled up to stare at hers, her thoughts have officially been reduced to nothing.
His fingers threaded on her loose locks as he leaned his face nearer. "I forgot to tell you this earlier, but you know you should keep your hair down more often. It makes you look less like a monster."
If only her mind wasn't as foggy as it is then she would've sent him straight back to hell for the bad attempt at a compliment as well as the molestation, bud sadly that wasn't the case.
So she just shut her eyes and waited for his upcoming actions.
'I'm sorry Gin-chan, I promise I won't keep on watching the parts where Jack and Mary get it on in the—"
But none had come, and the closest thing that could be considered as anything was a heat induced by something soft above her eyes.
Slowly, her eyes fluttered open to see Okita, rigid and shaken but gently kissing her forehead.
His hold on her wrist diminished before finally leaving and wrapping her in an embrace.
"Don't ever leave me, China doll. Don't ever betray me." The tone of his voice was no higher than a whisper, murmuring his requests in her ear.
Kagura was stunned, confused at the uncharacteristic urgency in his voice, but returned his hold and clutched the cloth at his back.
"I won't. Besides, it's not like I'd want anyone else but you, nor would anyone else take an interest in me." Her hands began to massage a calming pace at his back, surrendering to her genuine emotions just like him.
"Don't ever leave me, don't ever leave me." He chanted the words once more and in her eyes, manifested tenderness before they closed and she pulled him closer.
Never had she ever seen him in such a desperate and vulnerable state, something which she guessed rooted from restraining himself from doing anything indecent to her.
But somehow, that excuse didn't seem enough for her.
As if it was an omen; as if his words were a warning of something dangerous to come, that he wanted to keep her safe no matter what.
That evening, when the rain ceased pouring, he walked her back home.
But he never made it back to his.
The next morning, she never found him standing by her gate.
Not a text message, a call nor was he present at school or even in his condominium.
And the same goes for the next day, and the next day, and the next.
"Mami, today I found out that what it really means to be honest with yourself; that you'd have the most painful regret when you realize that you haven't placed as much effort as you should to fulfill your part."
Just to clarify things a little, I support every sort of pairing, whether it may be yaoi, yuri or hetero I don't mind. So with regards to my hint of a Nobume and Kagura interaction, it depends on you guys if you'd take it as a pairing or just a sisterly bond on the upcoming chapters. (*^-^)
But I'll have you guys know that I support Okita for Kagura to death so I guess you guys would know where I'm going.
No hatin' on me guys o( _ _ )o please?（；へ：）