KOGYARU OF JAPAN! OBEY YOUR CURFEW!

It felt like it's been an eternity since the Yorozuya had a job to work. The work this time was a missing daughter that has been gone for a week. Shinpachi and Kagura were out as usual so Canarie had to drag Gintoki along who was currently hungover as shit. His skin was green and his eyes were heavy and blood-shot. You could tell he wasn't all there since he was pouring a glass of water into his lap instead of his mouth.

Canarie quickly grabbed the glass from the perm head and set it down back on the table. "You idiot..." She mumbled. "Can't you get it together? Shinpachi and I told you time and time again to stop drinking."

"What?" Gintoki spoke slowly and dryly. "Do you want me to survive on orange juice and milk like you do?" His eyes fell on her chest. "Your body's small but your breasts are big because you drink that stuff."

Canarie judo chopped him in the neck to spas him out. "If you talk about my boobs one more time, I swear I'll rip off the only thing that makes you a man." She wasn't lying. Her voice was to seething to be a joke, so Gintoki decided to shut his mouth. Canarie groaned and looked back at the worried father. "Sorry. Mind repeating what you said?"

The father looked a bit dumbfounded at their attitude and hesitated to continue. "There...have been times where she hasn't been home for 2 or 3 days. But for a week..." His voice shuddered with anxiety. "We asked her friends, but no one knows where she is... As a parent, she is a beautiful daughter...and I worry that she's mixed up in something." He gave them a picture of her.

Canarie and Gintoki looked down at the picture of the missing girl. A dark-skinned, chubby, pig-like girl.

Gintoki stared at the daughter with a dead look with his even deader fish eyes. "Canarie...is this a giant?"

Canarie actually looked fascinated by the picture and rubbed her chin in deep thought. "Perhaps the incident is that she's been mixed up in a ham-processing machine." She stated rather confidently.

"Oh, I see now. That makes sense." Gintoki, the idiot only approved.

The bunch of morons. Even for Canarie to say that shows that she wasn't all the serious in the case.

The father quickly cut in to save the shame of his pig daughter. "That's not the type of mixup I mean. I meant mixed up in some sort of incident." He clarified and Canarie looked a bit disappointed by the result. "What's with that look?"

"Nothing." She covered up her mistake. "We appreciate that you're offering us a job but are you sure we're the right ones for something like this? It seems pretty serious."

"I can't do something that excessive." He began to explain. "Our family works for the Tokugawa family of the Bakufu Administration. If my daughter's nightly activities were exposed, it would be a shame to the family. I want her to be brought back without a fuss."


Their investigation led them to an amanto populated night club/bar. The lights flickered, smoke filled the atmosphere and the amanto dance like they were having a seizure. It was the kind of place that our little Canarie was familiar with it and came to many times before in the past because of her former occupation.

"Long time no see, Canarie." The chicken bartender greeted Canarie with a wave as she came up smiling at the bar. "Haven't seen you around here for a while. Can I get you anything?"

"Nah. I ain't here to drink." She reached into her sleeve and pulled out the pig picture. "But you mind telling me if you've seen this pig-ah, I mean, girl?"

The chicken-tender (Chicken and bartender combined lol) looked at the picture for only a second before handing it back to quickly. "Sorry, Cana. I don't know this woman. I can't tell you earth-people faces apart. I only know yours because you came in here so often." He said. "You got a name?"

Canarie froze up when she made the extraordinary discovery that she never really asked about the daughter's name. "Nice seeing you," She said nothing more and walked off.

Gintoki was sat down at the couch with his head held back over the edge, drowning in his own misery and looking more green around the gills then ever before. He hasn't done anything all night to help and been hungover off his rocker the whole time being here. "Canarie~" He called out to her in a hopeless plea. "I'm not feeling so hot right now." He dropped his head in his hands and swear he was going to throw up. His skin felt like it was on fire.

Time and time again this man has been taking advantage of the fact that Canarie had a bit of medical knowledge and has been constantly asked because of help with it.

She groaned and marched over to him, yanking his head up to get a look at him. "You're hungover. What do you expect?" She ran her hand across his face and opened his mouth to check his tongue, the temperature of his forehead, and eye dilation.

Gintoki felt a little better because her hands were cold despite also being rough. It felt really comforting against his hot skin and he very slightly began to feel sleepy. Without much thinking, he dropped his head against her chest, much to Canarie's annoyance before she slapped the back of his head.

It was nice while it lasted.

For an extra sadistic mile, she purposely shook his head back and forth till he was green again. "Enough. I'll wait out here. You go to the bathroom and sit down for a few minutes to flush everything out." She ordered.

Gintoki dragged himself up away from her cold and comfortable hands and slouched his way to the bathroom like a zombie. "Thank you, Canarie..." he said and disappeared into the bathrooms.

Canarie sighed and stepped back, accidentally bumped into someone. She turned around and was faced down with an intimidating amanto wearing full black. "Sorry..." She said firmly and knew, just by looking at this guy...that he was a killer.

The amanto dusted off his clothes and glared down at Canarie through the thick frames of his glasses. "Girl...watch where you're going." His said coldly and Canarie only narrowed her eyes at him. He said nothing more despite the obvious killer instincts he felt coming from her and left as quick as he appeared.

Canarie watched the guy with dark eyes and felt a shiver run under her skin. It was ice cold. That man was something different like he was here on a 'particular' business plan. She knew that right now probably wasn't the best time to stick around and felt as though something was off in the air. At the time, she thought the walls were getting closer and closer together and the voices sounded distorted, but that unsettling feeling vanished when she heard the sound of a heavy thud of a body dropping.

She spun her head around and saw a man of ham statue collapse to the ground with a lazy grin on his face. "What the..." She kneeled down beside him and noticed that he definitely wasn't drunk, so why?

"Ah...geez." The chicken-tender noticed and walked over to them. "Don't bother, Canarie. I'll take care of this," he said with annoyance in his voice and began to pick up the ham boy. "This is bad for business, people dropping here and there."

That caught Canarie's attention and a pit formed in her abdomen. "What do you mean. Looks like a drug, but I never saw one that done this before."

"It's a new one on the streets. It's pretty bad shit so you be careful too." He carried the drugged ham boy away.

Canarie's lips stretched thin. "New drug, huh?" That may explain a lot.

The heavy and uneasy feeling that was circling this part of town smelled bad, like an illegal business with the wrong kinds of people bad. Edo was full of amanto with bad intentions so it wouldn't be surprising to cook up a new drug, but if that was the case, then the pig-girl may be in deeper then she would have wished. Gone for a week. You can't say another wise that she hasn't been taking a fair amount of hits from this new drug.

"Shit." Canarie clicked her tongue and whipped her head to scan the bar with her eyes to find her perm head but no dice.

The idiot was still in the bathroom? After all this time?

Canarie felt her body become ridged when a cocking sound of a gun caught her ears. She felt the barrel nudge the back of her head as all sound of the club faded out to nothing. She let out an annoyed sigh. "Damn...I mad a mistake." She looked over her shoulder and saw a group of amanto leering down at her with weapons drawn towards her.

"Hey brat, are you the one that was sniffing around?" One of them said in a rough voice.

She rolled her eyes and spoke utterly calm to them, not a single tinge of fright in her heart. "Who are you guys?" She said flatly.

"Don't play dumb. You have been nosing around here for a while. If you don't know, then let us teach you...the fearsomeness of the space pirates of the Harusama!"

Harusama. Of course. It all made sense now to her. So these nasty fellows were involved.

Canarie was quiet for a solid minute before she spoke. Her voice was crystal clear but cold. "Fearsome? Are you seriously threatening me?"

All it took was a second and it didn't even look like she moved. There was a quick drawn and a silver flash that struck their chest and arms. Blood splatted and misted the air in a fraction of the time before their limbs fell to the ground. They scream in bloody-murder and confusion since it only took an instant. Just a single second for her to attack.

Canarie sighed. Her sword making a clicking sound of it casually being pulled out. "Looks to me that you're the ones who are in the wrong part of town, you brats." Canarie's eyes shifted to a hungry blood-lust that shrank the bravery in these pirates. "This is my territory you're running amok in."


Author's Note:

I have returned, stronger than ever with more confidence and motivation! Time to hit it off with a bloodbath. Muahahaha!

And I have to say to all the people who have supported this story till now and reviewed it. It is thanks to you that this chapter came out. You all are just...absolutly brilliant! You really saved me and made me believe that this story can go far! The updates will still be slow but I will not fail you...because I have a hell of a lot of good plans for this story. Canarie's story is only just beginning.