This is a special chapter, something that I really really want to happen in the real thing but never did (yet!). *sniff*
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Thanks to all who read my fanfiction too! That alone is good enough!
Kastura stood outside the Yorozuya HQ, his hand raised in the action of knocking. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't rap his hand against the wooden frame. The last time he had knocked on this door a giant dog and went and gone and tried to eat him. To say the least, he didn't want to knock on that door ever again. But the dog sure was cute...
Not when you're on the inside of his mouth, he isn't.
Maybe Sadaharu would like another belly-rub? Well, then he wouldn't keep him waiting! Katsura knocked enthusiastically, ready to vandalize a giant white dog's furry stomach if given half the chance. The door opened, and before he could step out of the way, Otae smashed a bowl of omelets into his face with both hands, giving him a nosebleed. She looked up. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I thought you were the stalker, Kondou!"
The bowl fell off Katsura's face and clattered on the floor. His face was deadpan. Otae picked it up. "I'm so sorry! Please, come in- wait! Where are you going?" Katsura was walking down the street, burnt-black omelets and blood staining his face. He walked until he hit the end of the street, then turned the corner. He walked along that street until he saw a familiar small noodle shop. He went in.
"Good god, what happened to you? Here, sit down! I'll get a towel. Was it the Shinsengumi? Do you need to go upstairs and hide?" Ikumastu asked. Katsura wiped the crisp black omelet and blood off his face. "No, they're not chasing me. I just had this horrible taste in my mouth, from that ashy stuff, and I needed to wash it out, so I came here. Ikumastu-chan, one bowl of soba, please." Kastura picked up a pair of chopsticks and got whacked by a spatula on the left side of his face. "Don't call me Ikumastu-chan."
After eating her special, Katsura forgot completely why he even went to the Yorozuya HQ. It was this piece of mail that someone dropped in his mail by accident. It was mailed to the Yorozuya, and it had a note on it. It said, "to china, with love".
When he got home, Katsura took off his outer layer, with the package in its left pocket, and that was what saved him when the package exploded.
The next day Hijikata sat reading the newspaper, cross-legged on top of a mat in the meeting room. Okita brushed his teeth loudly next to him. Sougo pretended not to be interested, but his eyes continually slid over to the newspaper and searched it for the words he wanted to see. Hijkata abruptly folded the newspaper and threw it aside. "Meeting can begin now. I have something to discuss, and Okita quit that annoying brushing for a second." Surprisingly, Okita actually listened. For once in his life, Okita wanted to see what Hijikata had to say.
"There has been another Jouishishi attack, and a bombing near the streets of the Kabuki district." Okita started to grin.
"Next to the park, and between the cafe and the bookshop. Opposite of the dango shop." Okita stopped smiling for a moment. Was the Yorozuya next to a cafe or a bookshop?
"It was a house owned by a man called Papa Zurao, but no one has seen him since the bomb went off, although someone has seen an injured man enter the soba restaurant nearby, but the owner of the shop says that she didn't see anyone."
Okita gritted his teeth. How did Kagura manage to get the bomb to four blocks away? Is yato hearing so good that she could hear the ticking of a bomb through three layers of thick cotton? Does she hate him so much that she wouldn't even dare touch the damned package? It was rigged to blow as soon as she opened the last layer of cloth, but if not then the timer would set it off. If... How...
Dammit. Oh, well, next time he'll just send her poisoned chocolates for Valentine's day. Without his name on it. Sure she would eat that without thinking twice? He'll buy good chocolates too, and shoot them full of the most potent poisons. Kagura, you should be honored to be poisoned by Okita Sougo. Nah, it wasn't his style; he was more "bazookas and bombs and fire and ash and ka~boom!"
Ah, well. China, until the day I blast you to high heaven, don't you ever lower your guard.
Madao stood outside the Yorozuya HQ, holding a square red box in his hand. It was small, about the size of a ring case. Someone had left it in front of his house, and it was mailed to Kagura. He knocked on the door. Kagura opened the door, and stood there in front of him, rubbing her eyes and in her pajamas. Madao rubbed the base of his neck. "Ah, little girl. This is for you, isn't it?"
Kagura looked at the box. She took it and slammed the door. Madao stood there for a second, and then sighed. He started down the stairs. Then he heard a thunk. The girl had thrown the box out the window, and it had opened in the fall. Green vapor seeped out, hissing and withering the nearby grass.
Madao got out of there as fast as he could.
"Stupid Kamui," Kagura said, "I can still smell you on that box, even though the old madao's stinky smell nearly covered it all. Don't think that I doubt that you have it in you to kill me, b*stard."
Still, she kept the ribbon that was formerly around the box. It smelled like him. He must have tied and wrapped that box himself. That alone makes it the best birthday present ever.
Outside, near the trash bags, lay the little red box. The acidic vapor was eating away at it. Written on the inside of the box, already faded because of the acid, was written four distinct words. Those distinct words, written in Kamui's handwriting, was eaten quickly up by the acid and was never to be seen again.
I love you, brat.
Author's note; Kamui says that he never wrote down any of those words in his life. (Tch, you don't have to hide it, you know, there's gotta be a sister complex in there somewhere) Please review!
