At that moment the door was pushed opened hard enough to slam into some of the guests who were trying to leave. Gintoki walked through. He held up his katana and pointed to Kamui. "Let go of Kagura, goddammit!"
Then he heard a curious beeping sound. Red dots were sliding all and over his body. "I'm a samurai! Any bullet you shoot at me I will dodge!" The red dots settled... Each and every one of them on his crotch. All the damn snipers were aiming to blow off his balls.
Gintoki looked down, sweating. Son of a...
He put one hand behind his head, sheathing his katana with the other. "Ha, ha, wrong room!" He turned around and walked right out the ballroom.
...
"Gintoki, how can you be so cruel?! Where's Kagura? Go back in there and save Kagura!" Shinpachi's voice rang out through the door.
"No, no, you go in. Heroic deeds aren't my thing." Kagura could practically see him picking his nose.
The voices behind the door went silent for a moment. They were definitely trading thoughts telepathically.
"Gin-san! You coward! I'll go in and save Kagura..."
"Yes, yes, I'll be there to back you up."
"You'd better. Promise me you'll go in with me."
"Yeah, yeah, I promise."
...
"Eh, actually, never-mind. I'm sure she's fine. Let's go and see if they still have their buffet."
"Good idea, Shinpachi." Fading footsteps were then heard.
Kagura stared at the door. Did they realize that she could hear every single damn word they said? B*stards! She put one foot up and Kamui's chest, lost in her anger and disgust, and pushed off. She leaped out of the chair, bullets exploding seconds behind her feet, and ran across the floor faster than the snipers could fire, dodging all the bullets until she smashed into and through the door, using guests as her cover.
Surely the snipers wouldn't shoot if civilians were in the way?
She ran through the door, and saw Shinpachi and Gintoki's backs. She ran up to them, grabbed their collars, and nearly punched their face in if not for Gintoki saying something.
"So you finally came to your senses, eh, violent little girl?" Kagura stared at them. It was all an act to get her mad and out of Kamui's range without making her a coward for running away?!
Kagura threw them off their chairs and up through the ceiling. She sat down. "I'm hungry. I'll go back to Earth after I eat."
Shinpachi suddenly remembered something. "Kagura, what are you wearing?" Kagura looked down. "The only thing I could find in the closet. This yukata. It's Kamui's." Shinpachi felt his eyes go deadpan. "Yeah, that I can tell. It's what he usually wears."
Kagura pulled on it. It was way too big. She wasn't wearing any pants, just the outer layer. The sleeve ran down and covered her hands- making her have to pull them up every now and then. The blue belt was pulled tight and the top of her left thigh was showing. It was way too big, period. She felt like she was drowning in it, and how it smelled like him didn't help either.
But it was thick and warm and comfortable. It moved easily. Good for fighting. She really should get one of these, just her size. She was tripping over this, nearly got lost her eye when her hand had got tangled in one of the sleeves.
She shook her head, dispelling those thoughts. Then she stuffed some cake into her mouth.
Gintoki, whose head poking through the floor of the second the floor, next to Shinpachi's head, said, "oi, Kagura, could you pass the tariyaki sauce? I have a mouthful of plain sushi and they need something spicy real bad."
She stuck it up his anus.
Kamui sat back on his captain's chair, staring out to the stars. Abuto could not read his expression.
Kagura had left an hour ago, postponing their fight and saying that's she'll return the yukata. Kamui, even after she called him a hunch of names and even after his party crashed and died, was still in a good mood, although he did bash in a sniper's head with his umbrella when he said that he saw Kagura's panty when she was jumping down from the ceiling.
Kamui was smiling as he walked down the hallway, and was whistling as he kicked a pilot into the trash chute. He was practically grinning when he blasted another enemy's ship to hell, and at the end of the day, he was smiling as he told the cook to fry his toes for tomorrow's dinner.
He was definitely in a good mood.
And Abuto had a feeling he knew what put him in such a good mood. He left the room. The little brat was nearly drowning in Kamui's yukata. It was a sight to see, especially when she tried to look fierce. Similar to a rabbit swamped in a huge scarf baring it's teeth at a tiger.
As soon as Abuto's footsteps faded in the distance, Kamui pulled out from his yukata a tightly folded red dress. Kagura's. There was more than that reason that he was in such a good mood. He unfolded it and shook off the wrinkles. She had forgotten to take it back, and he wasn't going to give it back, or until the smell wore off.
There was something in the pocket. He pulled out a red rectangular box. It was a packet of sukonbu. He took one out and popped it in his mouth. It was sour. He chewed it. It was even more sour. He kept sucking on it until the sour of it dissolved and what was left... Almost tasted sweet.
He tossed the empty box into the corner and looked up. He smiled at the camera and waved, and then brought his foot up and smashed it into a hundred segments.
He folded up the dress and put it back into his sleeve.
Kagura sat down on the Yorozuya sofa and hugged Sadaharu. "Good boy, good boy!" Then she got up, dusted off her brother's yukata and ran into the bathroom. Then she changed into her regular uniform.
She looked at the yukata. She took it and threw it into her bed. She was only keeping it because it was getting chilly at nights and she needed another blanket. Especially after what Kamui did to her wall. Payback time. His yukata can be used to warm her feet.
That night Kagura crawled back into bed after brushing her teeth and lay down on her bed, covering herself with her blanket. She paused for a moment, feeling like she was missing something. She reached over... And touched Kamui's yukata.
She pulled it over and pressed it to her face.
She'll just use to as a makeshift teddy-bear for one day, one day only...
She fell asleep, and slept better than she had in years.
Okita and Hijikata sat in front of the TV, waiting for the late night soap operas to come on. "Aren't you going to go to sleep, Okita?" Hijikata asked. Okita didn't look at him, and instead looked at the screen. "You put me on night shift, Toshi."
Hijikata blew smoke out the open window and stubbed his cigarette in a tiny plastic ashtray. "Yeah. Glad to see that you're finally listening."
He looked over to Okita. His sleeping mask was on, and he was snoring. Clearly listening, yep, practically taking notes.
Hijikata lifted his bazooka, flipped the safety, and aimed at Okita's head.
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