Sorry for the wait, folks~ I thought I would be able to make it, but I caught a flu for a week or so and was in a comatose state up until Christmas... cry, cry... so I wasn't able to make it in time... but I'm back for New Years^^ Happy 2017, everyone~!

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Chapter 10: Amnesia (Part II)

"Amnesia?"

The doctor in charge stuttered a yes to the men looming over him. "We-well… we'll have to see the extent of her amnesia, but… it doesn't seem to be a serious impediment if she remembers everything else except-,"

"What the hell is that about?!" Okita banged his fist on the wall, leaving a small dent when he lowered his fist. "She forgot me – my very existence and you're saying that's not a serious impediment?"

"Be grateful at the very least that she remembers everything and everyone else, young man. She could have forgotten me, her own father and -,"

"Please shut up, Baldy." Though the older adult wasn't the least bit intimidated by the young man, the deathly sadistic glare in those red eyes told him that he should keep quiet for the moment.

The men in the room turned back to the doctor, and the succeeding silence told him that he was to continue. Coughing nervously into his fist, the middle-aged doctor said, "As I've mentioned, the young lady's brain suffered some damage from… the accident, and that caused her coma, and now her amnesia. In the case of amnesia, if it was just normal memory loss incurred with severe physical trauma, it is best to leave it to time or certain events to recur those lost memories. But in Kagura-san's case, it appears that they are not memories, but everything involving a specific person -," the doctor took a quick glance at Okita, who stood nearby, his eyes cold but filled with the shock of this new event. "—and that means… that it involves more than just Kagura-san's physical brain, but her conscious – her psychology itself."

"So you're saying that this amnesia was the result of both physical trauma… which triggered a psychological something in her conscious that made her forget Okita?" Gintoki asked, nudging his glasses up on his nose and looking serious.

"Precisely. It would mean that you, young sir, either meant a lot to that young lady, or was someone who-,"

"—who she wanted to forget." The sandy brown haired student finished for him, his fists in his pockets. His shaking hands betrayed his thoughts and the cool tone he had as he spoke. "I see."

Then without another word, he stepped out of the office.

As the door closed behind him with a decisive click, the bald haired man and the shaggy silver haired one sighed. "That one is never going to accept all this, hm."

"No. So, doctor, what do we need to do to get Kagura's memories of that sadist back?" the student's teacher turned to the fidgeting doctor. "It's obviously not going to work if we do the bonking on the head thing with a Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong, so you have any medical ideas?"

"Well… as this case involves more than just apparent medical treatment, and is more related with the patient's conscious… I can only say that she somehow resolve things with that young man. There must be a reason why she's forgotten him, and why her own self isn't letting herself remember."

"This isn't an issue where we can do anything but leave it up to those two to solve, huh…" Gintoki mumbled, ignoring Umibozu's grumbling about how Kagura was still too young to be thinking so seriously about another male besides himself. "Well, well, it's time for my sweet tooth to get sweetened up with a bit of strawberry flavored-,"

"And before that sir… we're going to have to discuss the reimbursement for that wall the young man dented."

Gintoki turned to Kagura's father with pleading eyes, but was ignored outright in turn.

"Damn it, why was I the only one burdened with such troublesome students…" Gintoki muttered, combing fingers through his shaggy hair in frustration. "Both of those brats are going to end up being the death of me as a teacher, honestly…"

Walking down the hallway of the hospital, Gintoki rounded a corner to find a vending machine, where he purchased a bottle of strawberry soda. It wasn't until he felt the invisible fuming waves of irritation coming from right next to the machine that he realized he wasn't alone.

He jumped a little at the sight of his student who was obviously still upset and fuming, but noticed that there was something in those red eyes that hadn't been there before.

"Okita-kun," he started, when Okita interrupted.

"The fact that she's forgotten only me has to mean I was that significant to her, in one way or the other, right, Danna? It's an honor to be thought of so highly, huh." He sounded bitter, even sarcastic, but there was that hopeful gleam in Okita's eyes when he spoke.

Gintoki took a large gulp from his sweet beverage, stared at the young man and laughed out loud. "Okita-kun, you should know her as well as I do – or, at least, half as well as I do. She only thinks of you highly as the rival you are to her; otherwise, it doesn't mean anything else."

The adult's red eyes narrowed the slightest bit when there was no response from Okita, and he remained, quietly observing him. He continued to sip his drink in silence, while the latter seemed deep in thought.

"Ne, Okita-kun. Shouldn't you just give up on teasing her anymore? She doesn't even remember you, after all, so what'll be the point of it all? And wouldn't that just be easier for you – no… for both of you?"

Gintoki startled when Okita let out a chortling guffaw, then began laughing madly, even bending over and shaking to clutch at his stomach.

"So you've finally broken down like a doll-," that sentence went unfinished as Okita's mad laughter stopped.

The teenager stood abruptly, and had neither a depressed face nor a shocked one; neither an angry nor a sad expression. He had the face of the sadist who was planning out the next complex plan to torture his prey. "Well, too bad, since I'm not one that easily gives up. I'm not just going to sit by idly when my favorite toy forgets about her own master, after all."

Leaving those words, Okita left the area, laughing all the while.

Having finished his drink, Gintoki stared at Okita's retreating back, then tossed the empty bottle into the recycling bin. Clicking his tongue, he sighed heavily, "That's obviously going to create a big storm… man, why did I have to have such a bothersome brat as a student?"

But he was smiling wryly as he walked through the hall to get to Kagura's room, relieved. "Well, well… that's the Souichirou-kun that I know."

It took a few more weeks until Kagura was done with her checkups and discharged. And during that time, she wasn't bothered by that weird sadistic looking depressed guy who she saw when she first woke up. Not even once.

As of the present, however…

Blue met red, and sharp glares met sadistic ones.

"Could you stop doing that, Okita-san?" this was the situation; the very weird, annoying and infuriatingly frustrating situation she was in right now. Kagura glared at the stranger who had continued to throw balls of crumpled paper, pencils and erasers at the back of her head… for each and every class he had with her.

"Doing what?" he smirked at her, balling another piece of paper and poising. That smirk was irritating. She didn't know why despite him being someone she didn't even know, something bubbled up like a boiling pit of hatred and heat inside her. It hurt, and it was annoying, and she didn't know why.

Adjusting her glasses, she snapped, "Stop throwing those paper balls at me. Do you want me to punch your head off-,"

He smirked again and threw the paper ball, which she dodged. "Then why don't you actually do that, instead of using your words only?"

That was just irritating. The fact that he would assume that she was such a person was rather insulting. "Why would I hit someone I don't even know? Even Gin-chan would disapprove me doing that! So just *bleep* off before I really hurt you!"

"Huuuh."

His next attempt to harass her came at long and swift turns. At any point and every corner, he seemed to be lurking around and pounced at her with traps, tricks and extreme harassment.

She was accidentally lured into the 50 Shade's room that he had prepared, and lamented at the fact that she would no longer be a pure bride. She was irked by his statement that he would take her in.

She almost dropped into a fifty foot pit complete with spikes and smoke bombs at the end of a hall, and seriously doubted as to whether that was legal or not in a public sort of environment. She grit her teeth when she saw him comment that her senses had dulled enough to actually set the trap off.

She tripped fifteen times on the way from her homeroom class to P.E., art and music class, Home Ec., and her breaks to and from the bathroom. Her knees ended up being scabbed, and she was bruising quickly on her elbows. She almost snapped when she heard him say that he was disappointed to see that she didn't get her skull cracked open like the time from the accident.

She had to also endure his incessant torture of seeing him run away with all her homework for each class, to which she ended up with harsh warnings from each teacher, though they seemed to understand her situation. Gin-chan didn't, and instead, knocked her head and said that she had guts to bring in her personal quarrels into the classroom.

And it was in fourth period, that he had crossed another line. He actually had the guts in using her favorite sukonbu snack being stomped on, ripped apart, burnt over the oil-lamps used in chemistry, and being fed to Elizabeth. It took all she had to not lunge at him and tear out his innards, then run away with the sukonbu he had.

Why didn't she do just that? Well, that was because she didn't know him…

So was it her imagination when she saw that pained expression, quickly replaced by one of irritation, every time she ignored him after a prank? Why did she feel weird in turn when she saw him make that face? She didn't understand why he was so persistent on harassing her. If they really were acquaintances, and 'good' ones, like her classmates told her, then why was he acting this way? Well, then again, though she was good friends with people like Shinpachi, she didn't exactly treat him like a person, but the megane he was, so that might make sense… but that wasn't the case with someone she didn't know.

"Well, that's actually normal for you guys." Was what Shinpachi and Anego said…

"So, him hitting on me literally is… normal-aru?!" she muttered so herself as she opened her favorite box of sukonbu on the rooftop. It was lunch time, so she figured that she would be able to avoid that weird Okita if she was there. "I mean, I know that I'm quite the looker with my beauty and all-aru, but…"

"You could never beat the other, since you guys were more or less equal to each other." Was what that Gorilla and Mayora said…

"That weird-ass sadist being my equal and me never beating him… seriously-aru?!" she muttered again, glaring at the fading bruises on her arm from the accident, and bit into the thick piece of sukonbu, relishing its sour taste on her tongue. "What kind of a guy is that guy if I can't beat him to the ground-aru? A do-S masochist who refuses to give up?"

"That would be a do-S Kaiser of the Planet of Sadists, China."

Kagura flinched at the voice, and slowly turned around to see the annoying prick of a person. "What the hell are you doing here-aru-,"

He smacked her with the back of a notebook as he settled down next to her, a bag of what looked like food bought from a convenience store. "Don't talk with your mouth full, China. That disgusting habit of yours hasn't changed since you lost your memory."

She glared at him as she finished chewing, then snapped, "I didn't lose my memory-aru! I only forgot you. And besides, if you're as important as you think you are, then why would my own self forget you at all, huh?!"

Kagura saw his fingers twitch and his expression turn to stone, and realized that she might have said too much. "I—I'm sorry. That crossed the line."

Heavy silence filled the air, and she pulled her knees up and sat there silently. It was sure enough that she didn't know this person, but to be outright inconsiderate would be… horrible of her. Regardless of how he was annoying, he still was a person with—

"Pfft." Wait… did he… just laugh? Just when she was being all serious and proper? "Pfft-ha, ha… ha, ha, ha, ha, ahhahahahaha!"

She stared at the person who had doubled over, laughing deliriously, wondering whether she should call someone to take him to the insane asylum. "Oi, what the hell are you laughing at-aru? I'm sure I didn't say anything funny-aru."

"No, your apology was a funny thing in itself." He finally seemed to stop laughing, and was gathering his breath as he wiped a stray tear. She could feel the blood pounding in her ears, indignant and even feeling hurt from this stranger's attitude. Before she could say anything, he continued, "The old China never apologized to me. Ever. That tells me how much of a girl you actually are, and I thought that was a little funny."

"Huh?! What are you-,"

"Scratch that. You weren't the kind of girl who would go around being nice to everyone. You have an enormous appetite which can't be filled with ten bowlfuls of rice, but at the most, with ten rice pots. You love eating eggs over rice every lunch, with sukonbu every day, and you love eating anything for free and filling yourself with sweets. You never pay attention during class, and use your pink bunny shaped mechanical pencil to tap on the desk or place it up to your mouth, daydreaming. When the bell rings, you're always the first to turn to your friends and invite them out for lunch, and you always step out of the classroom with your right foot in one leap."

Even she was suddenly startled at the change of tone in his voice. Flustered, even, as he stepped closer to her and continued to point out each of her habits. "W-what are you-!"

"Gin-Danna-sensei's your surrogate father, and family in every way, and the Megane Shinpachi, his flat-chested gorilla sister are both precious to you. You barely tolerate Hijikata-san and Kondou-san because they're your classmates, but you respect them as the persons they are. You hate Hijikata's way of putting that disgusting crap over his food all the time, and never hesitate to lash out at Kondou-san if it means helping your 'Anego'. You never cry unless you've eaten Tabasco with cake, and never show your tears in front of others so easily."

What was he trying to achieve by listing out things anyone could have known about her, if they were classmates? She couldn't control the sudden pounding of her heart. A strange, almost heavy pounding began to ring inside her head, making it ache. "What—what are you saying, how did you know-,"

"You've lost your mother from an illness, and have spent years holding down the fort you used to call a family at home. The only reason you're staying all alone in that house of yours, always waiting for your good-for-nothing father and brother to come back is because you value them still as family, and to respect your mother. You said you promised her you would keep the family together, no matter what, and that's what you've been doing so far."

He was so close to her that she could see his pulse quivering quickly at the crook under his jaw-line. Something like dread coated each of her words, and she murmured, "How… who… why do you… of all people… k-know that…?"

She couldn't stop shivering at this revelation, and jumped when he grabbed her shoulders, staring straight into her eyes, as if searching for something. "I know. I know, not because I'm a stalker, and definitely of all things, your stalker, but because you told me. Kagura, you told me on that day – the day-,"

Approximately five months ago, in Kabukicho-cemetery…

"Why the hell do I have to go and search for that brat over here… why the hell did she wander into a cemetery, of all places?!" Okita muttered as he looked around the empty courtyard, shivering slightly in the still coldness of the beginning of March.

It had been just another day between him and his arch-rival/enemy, as they moved up yet another grade in the high school. He'd known her for a long time, but he didn't think that she would act on such drastic measures when his mouth slipped, and he bad-mouthed her mother.

It hadn't been intentional at all, and he hadn't meant any actual ill will towards Kagura's dead mother, but it ended up in the worst brawl between them, and her running away, despite their homeroom teacher chasing after.

It was also found that there were several cans of alcohol missing from the school's fridge in the teacher's lounge.

"That idiot… I can't believe she had the time to grab those cans and still run off. I bet she didn't even read the labels before opening them, that stupid moron can't even read kanji properly…" he said, and idly kicked at a stray tree. The late snow from the tree's branches shook, then fell in big clumps on his head, and also solicited a huge yelp from the opposite side.

"China? I found you, you big-," shaking off the snow from his hair, he stepped around to find her crouching down and cradling a huge bottle, and snow piled on her bright head.

"Whut the herrlll was… that… ah. It's the do-S BAKA Sadist." And it appeared that she was drunk off her cradle as well.

What was he supposed to do in this situation…? Even he, who was renown outside of school and loved by girls of all ages for his bishounen face and dealt with them verrrry well, he didn't know how to treat someone like her as a real girl… especially when she was drunk.

He crouched down next to her, his face scrunched up in a frown. "… Oi, China. Let's go home."

"Whut the herll is this do-S bastuuurd talking *hic*… about… I don't… I don't have a home…"

"Don't have a home? Then what the heck do you call the building you live in?"

"A home… *hic*… isn't something you call a… building, stuuupid. Home… is where the heart is…*hic*." She was definitely drunk.

"How much did you drink?" Okita muttered, even though it was of no use. She wasn't listening, but squeezed her arms around the liquor bottle as tears welled up in her eyes. "Y-you, no, stop, don't start crying of all-!"

"Home… isn't a place! *hic* It's… home is… home is family." As if frustrated, Kagura pound the ground with a small fist as she continued in her drunken stupor, "Home is family, but… my family… isn't here. *hic* Papi is always gone and never writes b…ack… and Bakamui is… never here either… *hic*… and… and, Mami…"

Kagura turned her gaze towards the big stone marker in front of her as she sniffled. "… and Mami… is here, all alone."

"China… you…"

"Mami… is all alone right now, like I am, so I have to… to keep her company here. *hic* If I… if I stay here and keep 'home' from falling apart like… like… snow!" she suddenly looked up at the white above her and smiled. "If I do that… then, someday… we can all be together… again."

He couldn't do anything but keep silent and listen to her. "Ne, Sadist… you Baka-Saaaaadisttttt."

"Whaddaya want, Baka-China."

She grinned at him with red cheeks and bared teeth. "But you know what?"

"What."

Her voice cracked as her composure cracked. She was crying now, and her sentences came out in rushed fragments, almost unintelligible. "Y'know that… Mami is… gone, and it hurts. Papi and Bakamui are men, and they're stupid, and not back… never coming *huic, hic* back… *huic*, and it… it hurts! My family… my family… they're… they're not here! Where's… where's Mami when… it hurt? When you hit me, where was… where was my mother to rub my head and… *hic*… kiss my booboo?"

Despite the whole situation, Okita had to say… that he understood all that. It hurt like hell when he lost his own sister, and a gaping hole was left inside him. Losing the only one he had as family and becoming all alone in this world… He only stood by and endured because he had to.

She was just like him, in that respect. Everyone had their own burden, and this was one he could share with her.

And yet, she was different from him. She had hands that she could reach out to, but it was even crueler because they didn't reach out in turn. It was worse than having no one at all.

"You have me." It was going to be fine. She wasn't going to remember this, so it would be alright to say something like this, right? "You have me around. You have Danna, Megane, Gorillia-woman, that weird Elizabeth-Doll, the future terrorist, Hijikata-san and Kondou-san. You have that *bleep* ninja around and 'what's-his-face' guy around. The tsunpo, blondie and one-eye are all around, too. You have something better than your stupid Papi and Bakamui here."

She had stopped crying and now was staring up at him, listening. "You…?"

"Yeah. You have everyone, who are better than just blood-related family. You have…"

"I have… *hic*… I have you…?" she gave him a goofy smile and giggled to herself. "I have… Baka-Sadist… I have… Baka-Sadist here, Mami. I have…" she suddenly stood up and yelled, "I HAVE BAKA-SADIST WITH ME! BAKA-SADIST IS MINE!"

"Oi, don't go around yelling that out loud! And what the hell are you saying, who the hell said-,"

She was drunk and he was cold, but both of them… were smiling that day.

"I… I… I can't…" perhaps, for the first time in her life, Kagura was speechless. Speechless at this situation, at herself, and most of all, at this person, who was now baring her own memory to her in a whole river.

"Afterwards, you didn't come to school for a while, since you'd caught a cold." The lunch bell had yet to ring, but quite some time had passed since Okita had found her on the rooftop. He had stepped back to give her space, and his voice was quiet. "It didn't seem like you remembered the incident."

"I…" ever since he had been talking to her, the small pounding in her head had turned into a roar, now simmering between her eyelids and making her feel dizzy.

"And plus, you were heavy to carry back."

She couldn't help it. It was like it was programmed into her verbal system. She sputtered, "Y-you do-S baka!"

The moment those words left her lips, she felt a strange, nostalgic tugging at the back of her head. Had she… had she said this before? To this person?

"Sadist…" she tried once more, and without a doubt, there was that nostalgia… "Sa…dist…?"

He gave her a faint smile, as if he was glad to actually hear that. At that small change in his depressed expression, her heart skipped a beat, quite literally as her headache pounded madly. "It seems like that part of you is the same, even after you lost your memory."

"W-what's… with… that…"

"They do say that the body remembers even if the heart forgets. You've been saying that for quite a long time, so your body must remember quite well."

It clicked. "Is… is that why you've been playing those pranks on… me…?"

He gave out a dry laugh, putting his hands in his pockets. "Was that so hard to figure out, Baka-China? Well, considering that you have bad grades, that's not surprising."

"But—but why would you… go to such a length to-?"

Okita was talking to himself, obviously ignoring her question. "Well, I suppose that I haven't tried this approach yet. It's most commonly used, and I've been putting it off. Better now than never, though."

"What are you trying to-," he couldn't possibly be thinking of-

He pulled on her arm, yanking her forward. "I'm going to do this."

He kissed her.

He kissed her for a long, long time. He was kissing her quite firmly but gently. It was very, very warm. So much so that the autumn wind felt soothing on her skin. His hands were caressing her skin and his arms were holding her up against him. The kiss solicited shocks of pleasure throughout her body, and all the strength left her legs. This was too shocking – almost too much for her to handle all at once.

But in that simple kiss, she sensed something close to… desperation.

'I… I want to remember. But… why… why can't I remember him? What is this person to me…?'

It didn't take so long for her to pass out.

"Is it just a habit now for you two end up in this sort of situation, Okita-kun?" Gintoki glanced up at Okita, who was standing beside a comatose Kagura. "I mean you somehow getting her into this sort of state, and you looking down at her like some pathetic dog."

"That will be enough of that, Gintoki. I bet he feels guilty enough already." Tsukuyo, who was the health teacher in the nurse's office said as she glanced over at Kagura's papers. "It doesn't seem like she's suffering from a cold or the usual effects of a fever, but rather the side effects from her accident. She had amnesia, no?"

Gintoki sighed heavily and clenched his hair as if he wanted to tear it out. "Seriously… Okita-kun, what the hell did you do to her this time?"

"Nothing that hurt her." Okita muttered.

"You're still trying to get her memory back with those pranks of yours? Do you really think that it's going to work at that level of a-,"

"I kissed her, and she blacked out. This was the only one that had any sort of effect on her."

The clipboard dropped from Tsukuyo's fingers as her face turned red. "You KISSED her?!"

"Ah, shut it, you blondie. Kagura's going to wake up." Gintoki snapped irritably, and Tsukuyo turned her dark gaze at him before she flicked out her kunai. The next moment, Gintoki was dragged out of the room by his hair, and screams echoed throughout the school building.

With the interferences gone, Okita took a seat on the chair which Gintoki had been previously occupying.

Then he buried his red face into his hands and bit his lip, thinking back to the school's rooftop.

It had really been a last sort of effort on his part to get her memory back. But it had also been a sort of kiss that expressed both his pent-up emotions of both romance and angst that he'd felt over the months she had been comatose. There had been no sort of lie in that kiss, just him exposing himself vulnerably in order to recover what he had lost.

But if… if she didn't wake up with her memories of him…

If that were to happen in the worse-case scenario… then…

He would have no choice but to really give up on recovering her memory, and let it die as just that.

"Nnn… mmnn…" she was already stirring.

"China? You awake now?" Okita got up to hover over her, feeling both dread and gladness to see that she was alright this time. "Oi, you-,"

The moment she opened her eyes, he definitely did not expect for her to punch him straight in the face and send him spiraling backwards.

"Damn it, OW! What the hell are you doing, you stupid China-piglet?!" feeling groggy, Okita clutched his aching nose and glared at the girl, who—

"That's my line-aru, you stupid, stupid moronic Sadist! Y-you have—you sure had guts to do whatever you wanted, including ki-kissing me while I-,"

At that, it didn't take it long for Okita to leap back up and clutch her shoulders. "China, you remember me now?!"

She glared up at him, then looked away, her cheeks growing pink. "And if I said I didn't? What are you going to do-aru?"

Okita smiled so widely to himself that it almost hurt. He recognized this Kagura. His Kagura was back. "So all you needed was just a kiss from your master, eh?"

"Who the hell are you calling my master-aru?!"

He lowered his voice, leaning forward so that his breath stirred her bangs. "You're going to go through another round of disciplining. For a stupid *bleep* to forget her master… that's no light sin, after all. You better prepare yourself, China."

"H-hold on-aru! I didn't say that I didn't remember you BAKA-Sadist! I just-,"

She wasn't able to finish herself as he slanted his mouth over hers again, firmly. However, this time she was ready for him, and thrust out her fist, slamming it into his chin and flipping him over in a 360 spin-fall to the ground.

Groaning, Okita glared up at Kagura, who was now the color of a bright tomato. Despite her acting as such, he supposed that sort of tsundere part of her hadn't changed.

He snorted as he got up on his feet and wiped the dust off his pants. "Don't give me that face, China. It's your own fault for liking me."

Instead of kicking him, she threw the pillow behind her at him. "Who says so?! Aren't you the idiot who's in love with me?!"

Okita smiled broadly, crossing his arms. "Yes, I am."

"Wha—what?!"

"I've been waiting for you. Waiting for you to come back to me so I could say it, China," she flinched as she noticed the change in his voice. Uh-oh. This was headed to a serious direction, again.

He took a huge breath before saying, "I'm sorry for being unable to stop playing pranks on you back then, and from now."

Wait, what?!

She was dumfounded. But then again, that was so like him. "That's not an apology-aru!"

The high schooler smirked at her. "Who says it isn't? I apologized properly, didn't I? Ah, if there's one thing that I won't ever apologize for, it's probably falling for you. I love you, China."

And that, was what lay in the end of Kagura's amnesia.

A happy ending, in itself…

"Go and die, SADIIIIST!"

…or not, some might say.

The sort of confession he had for her proved too much for her to handle yet, apparently. But that was alright. After all, now that she remembered everything, the two of them would have all the time they would need to take the next step.

So, how was this one? It wasn't exactly the sort of ending I had been thinking of, but it turned out like this... bleh. The story has a mind of its own...

But y'all tell me. Leave reviews and let me know~

Ah, and on a side note, just because it was in this chapter... just becaause Kagura was drunk in this one doesn't mean I support minors drinking alcohol even for the sake of fun in a story... or in real life. Stay away from the bottle (or can) until you're of age, youngsters! Actually, it's better if you stay away from it at all... look at Gin-chan, for example.

See you in the next chapter!