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Suggested Listening: Changeling (New Beginning) by Zack Hemsey
Of Pride and Honor
Chapter Twenty Three: His Gift
Okita trailed his fingers over Kagome's hand. He felt her lean into him heavily. The tell tale drop of her eyelids indicated the amount of strength she'd used up in her matches. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't a bit worried when Heisuke and Saito challenged her. Still, the sheer excitement of her presence in the compound was bound to garner some unwanted attention. Takeda in particular was resolute in his objection of her presence. His lips dipped downwards. The man was a snake. He had a silver tongue that could fool the innocent and naïve. He also had a thirst for power that bordered on the dangerous. He'd have to keep an eye on him for a little while.
The man's grip tightened somewhat. His goal with encouraging these matches had been two fold. The first was to give her a chance to bond with his colleagues. He could only protect her so much from outside forces. Enabling her to forge similar bonds of camaraderie with them would give the guys the only incentive they needed to help guard her against threats in the times he couldn't. He wasn't a fool. Momo's warning rang loudly in the back of his mind. Inuyasha was probably alive and kicking in this time. So he'd need all the eyes he could get to watch out for the danger that bastard could present.
Conversely, there were threats that lurked within the compound as well. By putting her out in the open and showcasing her raw fighting talent, they could warn the soldiers clearly that she was more than capable of defending herself if needed.
Daichi's issue with her stemmed from his bruised ego. For others it'd run much deeper and darker than that. He was still at odds of the idea of bringing her into the Training Room during their regular lessons. It'd be good for her to experience but it'd open her up to the others' vitriol. It wasn't going to be easy.
Okita gently tugged at her hand. He silently encouraged her to follow him back to their quarters. She walked beside him. A small smile played upon her lips each time she glanced at him. They didn't need words at this point. Their relationship had already built up enough that they could understand the slight nuances of the other's behavior. She was happy. Not just because of her victory over Heisuke, but because she found someone who'd taken her seriously.
The ronin's shoulders relaxed. Saito was an honest man. He was bound by his sense of duty to treat every opponent equally. For now it'd seemed that he was keen on making her a long term sparring partner. It'd do her a great deal of good to have someone like him to fight consistently. His iai was a perfect match against her medley of styles. Battling against him would only make her stronger.
They entered their room. He silently slid the shoji screen shut behind them. At her confused look, he threw her a warm smile.
"Get some rest. I'm going to run a few errands." The ronin slanted his mouth over hers gently. He felt the softness of her palms upon his shoulders. She braced herself against him, leaning into his chest as she did so. Okita fought the urge to wrap his arms around her and sink beneath their sheets. They'd have all night for such things. For now, he needed to get her a few things he'd forgotten about.
With all of her clothes, she'd need a tansu chest* to store them properly. He only had a few personal items so he'd never needed one beforehand. There was a certain pleasure in being able to surprise Kagome with such things. Her reactions were always so honest. Her humble nature only encouraged his desire to do it more. She sacrificed enough on his behalf. Now it was his turn to spoil her a bit; even if she was flustered by it.
Okita drew back. He brushed the tip of his index finger beneath her eye affectionately. The kindness in her smile caused him to give her one in return. He'd never grow tired of this.
"Alright but wake me when you get back. I'll help out with the move once you return." Her eyes surveyed the room with a thoughtful look. "It shouldn't take too long to finish everything either. Maybe an hour?"
Okita didn't say a word. He merely kissed her brow a second time and smiled down at her.
"Go get some sleep." He waited until she curled under the sheets of their futon. He interlaced their fingers together and sat beside her. "How're you feeling about this?" His question was met with the softening of her features. He felt her palm reach up to cup his cheek.
Okita leaned into the gentleness of her touch. She always knew how to reassure him even without words.
"I'm fine." Her eyes glittered with the raw affection she felt for him. "It's a little different than what I'm used to, but it's nothing we can't handle together." Her grip over his hand tightened. "Have I ever told you that you worry too much?"
He smirked, "Once or twice." Okita leaned down to kiss her once more. Her eyes fluttered closed at the contact; sighing deeply against him the longer they stayed connected. He drew back, "Sleep." His fingers expertly shifted to the spot behind her ear. He rubbed the pads over it in soothing circles. Already he noted the way that her eyes couldn't remain open. She was close to drifting off.
"Wake me," His wife sighed deeply at his touch. "When you get back." She managed to grab at the sleeve of his haori with her thumb and index finger. He felt his expression soften at the image she made. It was cute. He doubted she ever truly realized how adorable she was when she got like this. In moments like these she bore an almost childlike charm to her. It was a sign of the vulnerability she was willing to show only to him—a reflection of the true personality that lurked beneath Kagome's exterior.
She was a loving woman. She cared so deeply for all of her family; himself included. She'd hold a strong front to anyone outside of that circle of trust; even then he seemed to be the only person she allowed to witness these moments. There was an innocence to her that not even the horrors of her past could erase. It was in the way she spoke, the way she touched even in the way she fought. He was certain Saito had sensed it as well.
Kagome was kind to a fault. She didn't hesitate with the sword but all of her strikes had been non lethal. If used in a real battle, her abilities would incapacitate rather than kill. He wasn't sure if it was something she did purposefully or subconsciously. But it was definitely there. The only exception had been Heisuke. Although she tried to incapacitate him first before resorting to the kill shot.
Okita pressed his lips to her forehead one last time. He pushed his finger across the line of her bangs, tucking the stray strands out of her face.
"I'll be back." He rose to his feet. He went across the room towards their furoshiki. They had yet to unpack it, so he quickly opened it, emptied everything except her clothing and then re-tied it. The man set aside a single pair of for her to use alongside a white, sleeping yukata.
His motive was simple. When a woman married into a new family, she would be gifted clothing bearing the kamon* of that family. He wasn't able to get his crest dyed into the yukata before they left her era. So he'd take care of it now. The emblem would serve as more than just a mark of ownership. His crest was known well enough through the city that by wearing it, she'd be offered some measure of protection.
Okita tied the pack to him. It was significantly lighter without the added weight of their traveling gear. His eyes landed onto her sleeping form. He had three things to take care of while he was out. None of which he wanted her to know about until after he was done.
He wouldn't be able to abide by his wife's request today. She was already worn down from the fighting she'd done. Coupling that with their exhaustive traveling and departure from her era, he wanted her to feel comfortable at all times. Surprising her when she woke up would likely be the best thing he could give her. He just needed to make all the arrangements now while he could.
She'd fuss at him of course. It was in her nature to want to help. However they had the rest of their lives to settle into. Giving her this peace of mind would be his true wedding gift to her.
Okita padded down the corridor. His eyes narrowed on the trio of Captains lounging by the inner courtyard.
"Oh come on, you can't just believe a shrine girl knows all this stuff!" Nagakura glared over at Harada. "She's gotta be the daughter of some famous samurai! Those moves she pulled were too good!"
Okita tucked himself around the corner. Before he'd found himself in Kagome's era, he'd been highly skilled in eavesdropping. It was a quick way of gathering information. As of now, he found himself curious as to how the others felt about her presence without him affecting their opinion.
"She was with Souji for six months. You can't say you didn't notice the similarities in their fighting styles." The red-head threw his companion an exasperated look. "Training with that guy for that long is bound to make anyone strong."
Okita didn't stop the confident smirk that pulled across his lips. He wouldn't deny the charge. He was known as one of the toughest teachers in the Shinsengumi for a reason. He wasn't about to lose that title just because he was married. Hell, he'd have to double down on it!
"Yeah but come on." Nagakura's tone took on a suspicious edge. "A guy like that finding a girl that cute and capable of keeping Saito on his toes in a fight? There's gotta be more to her than just this shrine girl business."
Heisuke decided to interrupt, "Even if there is, you really think Souji's just gonna give that up." The teen laid upon the engawa and crossed his arms under his head. "Just look at the way he stares at her. He ain't gonna say a word. Knowing him he'll just egg on all the craziest rumors as a joke."
Harada joined in, "Like that one about her being some war lord's daughter who'd secretly married him and run away from her domain?" He gave a small laugh. "Or the one where the guys thought she might've been some princess he'd charmed and stolen from her family?"
Okita was beginning to see a commonality in all of these rumors. Did no one actually trust him? He wasn't that devious. Okay, well perhaps he'd briefly entertained the thought of stealing her back to this time but that was different! He'd been caught up in their sex. Besides, he did things the right way in the end. That was all that mattered.
"Arrghhh! It's just so crazy!" Nagakura leapt to his feet. "How does a guy like that get a girl that amazing! I'm so jealous!" His expression soured, "I bet she cooks amazing too. He's got to spend six months lazing about, sweet talking this girl and now he's throwing her in our faces." He crossed his arms over his chest. "I can't even look at him!"
The ronin decided to make his presence known.
"Is that so?" A sharp smirk pulled across his lips. Nagakura's back straightened at the sudden surprise.
"When did you get here?" His eyes were wide and shock registered plainly on his face.
"Some time ago. You just didn't notice." Okita's sharp smile grew wider. "How would you guys like to help me with something?"
The three shared a wary look amongst each other. Then Nagakura spoke up.
"Alright but only if you tell us the truth." He grinned smugly at him. "We want to know how you and her got together." The look he wore was of a man who'd just discovered a great weakness that could be exploited.
Okita gave a noncommittal shrug, "Why not. She'd nag me to death if I didn't do something about this." His response hadn't been the one the men were expecting. They jumped up and started following after him. He led them out of the compounds and into the market area. Inoue, Saito and Hijikata were the ones on rounds for the moment. Saito had left shortly after their match. Which just left the four of them to take care of the errands before Kagome woke up.
Okita gripped at the pouch of money he had left. Thankfully he'd kept a secondary stash of savings well hidden. It'd been part of a fund he'd started to purchase a new daishou set for himself. His blades were starting to become worn down so he'd slowly set aside money each week. Now that he was married, he knew that there were other more important things he could put the cash to.
Okita had grabbed the coins the previous night and refilled his pouch to the brim. This was going to be one expensive outing, but it'd be well worth it. He'd just felt fortunate enough to have the savings set aside.
"So out with it. Did you really sit your ass in her family's well?" Nagakura started in on the questions. Okita didn't have to lie about that part regarding their meeting.
"More like I fell in." He lifted his hands, "Tore my fingers to shit and had to wait around on my ass while my nails healed." The men listened intently as he recounted his time at her home. He'd conveniently left out any of the fantastical elements of their courtship.
Okita led them to the local clothing shop. The tiny store was filled to the brim with brightly colored fabrics and accessories. He'd already bought her more than enough clothes to last her until winter. So he'd save this trip specifically for the kamon detail.
"Hey old man, you still here?" He called out amongst the sea of clothing. The shopkeeper, Kimura Kazuhiro, was an old man that he'd known for some time. Okita's eyes scoured the shop for any sign of his presence.
Nagakura quirked a brow at him, "Why'd you take us here? Looks like she's got enough already." His eyes dropped to the oversized pack slung over his shoulder.
Okita rolled his eyes, "I'm not buying shit. I've got to get these adjusted." The ronin wandered around the store. Near the back he spotted him. He was an older man. His face was weathered from his years of experience and a light of intelligence always seemed to spark in his eyes. Kimura had retained much of his wit in his older years.
"There you are old man." Okita stepped beside him. "I've got a request if you don't mind."
The man stood. His gaze pierced him for a moment before a knowing smile went across his lips.
"I think I know what this is about." He opened his arms to take the furoshiki from him. Okita obliged. He passed the cloth over and waited as the shopkeeper nodded to himself.
"So it seems that there was some truth to the rumors." Wrinkled hands pulled apart the knot that tied the pack together. They strummed through the array of fabrics as his smile turned proud. "You've gone and found yourself a wife, haven't you my boy!"
Okita couldn't deny him the small grin of satisfaction, "Of course I did. Bought these while we were up in Edo but do you think you can add the Kamon in?" He'd known this man since he first moved to Kyoto with the Shinsengumi. With all the scraps and battles he found himself in, he'd grown accustomed to buying new clothes fairly frequently. The man was a kind soul with a paternal sense of affection for his regular customers.
"Of course, of course! I'll have it done in a few hours." Kimura grinned at him. "We do have a few kanzashi here if you are in need of them."
Okita smiled, "Thanks old man. I'll check that out now." He gestured for the others. "I won't be long guys. Just look at whatever you want."
Harada pulled up beside him, "Like we'd let you just pick something without seeing it first." The red-head's smirk turned sly. "You dragged us here so you're not getting out of this."
He fought the urge to roll his eyes. Of course they'd want to see. They were the nosey sort—sticking their faces where they didn't belong. The group gathered around the displays of hairpins. Okita scoured through the array of brightly colored flowers, elegant sticks of silver and overwhelming brilliance of designs.
"She's not a flashy girl," The ronin began to talk to himself. "So something simple and utilitarian for daily use. Then something a bit nicer for other occasions." His eyes glanced through the choices. How the hell was he supposed to choose from this? There were too damn many. His brows furrowed.
"Well what about a Kogai* style for daily use?" Harada gestured towards one. It had the standard sword and sheath shape with black lacquer and gold leaf chrysanthemum design on each end. Okita blinked. It wasn't flashy at all and bore a minimalistic charm. He had to admit that Harada had a good eye for this sort of thing. The ronin glanced at the matching comb beside it. He doubted she'd use it to put her hair up in the traditional Shimada Mage* style, but she could use the comb for daily use as they hadn't gotten her one while they were in Edo.
Okita nodded, "Yeah that'll work. Now for something special." His eyes landed on a Hana Kazashi. Lightly colored petals of cherry blossoms adorned it in three parallel lines. It reminded him a bit of the one she'd used on their New Year's celebration. He gestured towards it, "I think we're done here boys."
The ronin took the accessories back to the old man. He couldn't keep the smile of paternal pride from his wrinkled face.
"Here's your order." The shopkeeper handed him back the hairpins after securely wrapping them for him. "I'll have those kamon done within a few hours. Just drop by at closing time."
Okita nodded, "I owe ya, old-timer."
The group left the shop. Two things down and just one left to go.
Heisuke spoke up from behind him, "So why'd you really drag us out here?" A suspicious tone entered his voice. "I doubt it was just to get our opinion about women's fashion."
Sometimes Okita believed that the kid could be incredibly dense.
"Heisuke," He started, "How many clothes does she have?" The boy scowled at him but didn't respond. "You really think I've got anything to put all that in?"
Nagakura groaned, "So that's it." His shoulders sank with his disappointment. "I thought you were gonna treat us to lunch after skipping out on us for so long!"
Okita scoffed, "Like hell. You idiots can buy your own damn food. I just need some extra muscles to carry a tansu back." He kept his eyes on the crowd around them. Even on such a simple errand he couldn't let his guard down. The Choshu were acting up and he couldn't let himself be caught off guard. "We're gonna go buy one, bring it back to the new quarters and then pick up her clothes before she wakes up. I don't want her figuring this shit out beforehand."
Harada threw a coy smile at him, "You're certainly spoiling her." He felt his colleague's arm weigh heavily upon his shoulder. "So let me guess, she's the kind of girl who'll go out of her way for you. So now you're returning the favor and spoiling her back. Although I get the feeling she'd rather not make such a huge fuss about these kinds of things."
Bingo. The man had them pegged. How the hell was he so damn good at that? Okita brushed his arm off.
"You just love sticking your nose where it doesn't belong." His voice lacked its usual edge. He tucked his hands into the sleeves of his haori as he broached the end of the narrow street. At the corner he'd spotted what he'd been looking for.
It was an open-air market. Tansu dressers were organized in neatly lined rows. Each one had a specific purpose. He circled around each row. An unfinished tansu* would be the cheapest option. Okita narrowed his eyes at the bared planks of wood. It'd do the job but it just didn't fit her. He wanted to get her something a bit nicer. She'd sacrificed her future, her family and so much more just to be with him now. She deserved every bit of pampering he could offer her. The others' opinions be damned.
Nagakura grinned at him smugly, "You're spoiling her rotten."
Harada laughed, "What kind of man doesn't spoil his lady?"
Okita ignored their teasing. He tucked his hands into his sleeves. His eyes landed on a larger dresser. It was sturdy and had an opaque finish to it. He cocked his head to the side. The warmth of the color certainly reminded him a bit of her personality.
It was a Kyoto Isho-dansu*, a style of tansu that'd grown in popularity recently. They seemed to be all the rage with the wives of other Samurai. His mind went back to the dresser she had in her era. It'd been simple and matched with the brightly colored furnishings she'd had. None of her belongings stood out too much. She preferred a clean look to her room in her time. Perhaps she'd like this one too?
He peered at the price.
Heisuke whistled low, "You got enough for that? You still have to pay old man Kimura later."
The ronin rolled his eyes, "I don't need you managing my money, pipsqueak." He double-checked the amount he had on him versus the price. It was a tight budget but he could make it work. Okita continued, "The day you can save a coin for your life is the day I might consider what you have to say. For now you just blast all your money on booze."
Heisuke scowled at him. The teen crossed his arms behind his head, "Geez, even when married you still have a sharp tongue."
"And that will never change." Okita waved down the shopkeeper. After passing over the cash, he and the others set to work on carrying the tansu back to their headquarters. Odd looks were thrown their way as they passed through the streets. He kept his eyes focused on the road ahead.
Let them stare. He had better things to do then feel flustered by the townspeople's scrutiny. The group managed to get back in record timing. Instead of veering towards West Wing of the Yagi House where their current quarters were Station, Okita veered to the East Wing.
"Hey isn't your room back that way?" Nagakura grumbled. A thick sheen of sweat coated each of them.
Okita shook his head, "I've gotta move all that shit over here." He cocked his head to the empty room that was to become their new quarters. "Might as well drop it where it needs to go." The men pushed the tansu into place at the far corner. It was out of the way in this location and offered Kagome a bit of privacy when she needed to change.
The ronin stood. He rolled his neck, working out the kinks that'd formed from carrying the dresser. His lips worked into a sly smile.
"Hey," The others looked to him cautiously. "You guys have nothing better to do, so why not help me with something else for a bit?"
The trio shot him a deadpan expression in unison.
"What are we talking about here?" Heisuke's voice was rightfully suspicious.
Okita grinned. This just made things a whole lot easier.
The next hour he'd rounded up Harada, Nagakura and Heisuke into helping him move into the East Wing. He'd slip into their room where Kagome was sleeping and carry things out one-by-one where the guys were waiting. They'd rush to the East Wing and set it inside before running back. Overall it was an efficient system that worked faster than he anticipated.
"Last one!" Okita passed the last shoji screen he had. The other Captains gave a sigh of relief.
"You definitely owe us food after all of this." Nagakura scowled at him. He took the shoji screen within his hands and started the trip to the East Wing. Okita slid the door closed behind him. Fortunately their activities hadn't stirred Kagome's rest. He'd have to organize everything then he'd carry he over once it was all settled.
This would be his true wedding gift to her. He would give her the peace of mind that came with her being permitted to do as she pleased while he was gone tomorrow. Although knowing his wife she'd immediately go to Kondou or Hijikata and ask for something to do. She wasn't the type that could sit back and relax. That one was always on her feet.
"I'll feed you when you can beat me in a match." Okita shot back. In all the times they'd fought, Nagakura had never once been able to defeat him in a fight. It'd be a cold day in hell before he ever let himself go lax enough for that to happen either.
The ronin threw him an exasperated look, "I'm beginning to wonder who the real demon is here."
"You say something?" Okita found himself smirking sharply.
The trio dropped the last shoji screen into the new room. He nodded at them and waved his hand.
"Thanks, here you go." He tossed the three a bottle of sake. "Consider that my payment to you for helping out."
Harada caught it in his hand. He lifted it and his eyes widened drastically.
"Isn't this stuff…?" The shock was written plainly across his face. Okita knew why too. It wasn't just run of the mill sake. It was incredibly strong; too strong in fact.
Okita waved his hand, "I bought some on the way back. Kagome can't handle it very well so you guys can drink that to your heart's content." The ronin set to work on organizing the furnishings that'd been gathering in the center of the room.
The trio smiled widely.
"I knew there was something good about you!" Nagakura slung his arm around his neck. "You can be nice!"
Okita shrugged his arm off from him, "Yeah yeah, I know. Just keep it down. I've still got to finish some shit and I don't need you wakin' her up beforehand." The ronin shooed the Captains off with a stern warning. They made their way down towards the Common Room and away from him.
Okita looked back at the task in front of him. A confident smirk spread across his lips. This wouldn't take long at all.
Thirty minutes later and he regretted thinking that sentiment. He'd managed to push the shoji screen in front of the tansu, separating that area from view in case anyone ever walked in unannounced. It'd give her a private changing area for her own protection. He'd also set about arranging their futon, the few vases he hand and the stand for his daishou. His eyes searched the room for anything that seemed out of place. All decorations were in order, the tansu was set and nothing stuck out to him.
"Right, one last thing." He said to no one in particular. All that was left was to bring Kagome over and grab her yukatas from Kimura. Closing time was drawing near so he'd have to be quick.
Okita slipped back into his old quarters. The bared walls left an odd feeling within him. He'd spent so much time in this room. Perhaps it was a good thing they'd be starting their life in a new one. That way, the memories they'd form together would feel new as well.
"Hey love," Okita knelt beside her. His wife sighed in her sleep. A smile stretched across her lips the moment his fingers came into contact with her forehead. He brushed the strands aside, tucking them behind her ear. "You still exhausted?" His answer came in the form of her leaning deeper into his touch.
His smile warmed at the sight. She was out cold. Nothing was going to rouse that woman. Kagome didn't like to admit it but she could be a very heavy sleeper. It was only in times she felt the most comfortable. Usually when he was beside her or when she was in his room. Outside of that she'd wake quite easily. He'd just assumed that something about his very presence always set her at ease. He wouldn't deny the rush of masculine pride at that thought.
Okita slid his arms under her. In a single movement, he'd lifted her into the air. Her head rolled towards his neck. Her fingers curled inward as she buried herself into his chest. She was out like a light. He carried her down the hall. His hand pressed at the back of her head, encouraging her to lean further into his neck. He'd done it to prevent the sunlight from disturbing her. Even if she was a heavy sleeper, he didn't want to take a risk.
The Captain paused as a familiar face came into view. He bristled slightly at the sight. In front of their new quarters a looming figure blocked their doorway. He quickly recognized him as Takeda Kanryusai. Captain of the Fifth Division and the largest pain in the ass under the Shinsengumi's roof. The man peered into their room; his body language cautious but aggressive. Was he looking for Kagome?
"Takeda," Okita hissed between his teeth. "You better damn well have a good reason for this." Why was he here? The bastard wasn't permitted in the Yagi House without strict permission. So why was he hovering in front of the room that was to be theirs? His protective instincts rose to the surface. The muscle in his sword arm twitched.
The male jumped. He reeled back to face him. Shock registered on his face before he managed to regain an air of haughty composure.
"I was merely curious." Dark eyes landed on the woman in his arms. His lip curled into a sneer. "Is she incapable of walking on her own?" It was meant to be degrading. Word of her matches had already spread through the compound. Surely he would've already known of what she'd accomplished but still chose to insult her. Okita eyes narrowed into thin slits.
"You know damn well where you're supposed to be." All warmth left his expression. He didn't even entertain his typical cynical humor in the face of the man's unwanted presence. He was the only Captain who was barred entrance to the Yagi House. Neither the other Captains nor Hijikata trusted him enough to grant him that privilege. There could only be one reason for this visit. His arms tightened around his wife. He met the other male's gaze fiercely, "Either you find your ass back where it belongs or my sword will find your gut."
Takeda blanched. The Captain's face turned white as he cast him a wary look.
"You wouldn't dare. The code…" The red-head began but Okita beat him to it.
"The code?" His voice dropped into a dangerous tone. "You think I can't get around that?" He stepped closer to him. His eyes were like ice, cutting into the other man with expert precision. "How much convincing do you think it'd take for Hijikata-san and Kondou-san to believe that you were mistaken as an enemy intruder?" Takeda stepped back the closer he got. "After all, you're not even supposed to be here so it wouldn't be that much of a stretch."
Okita glared at the other male, "You come near her again and I'll gut you like the cowardly pig you are. We clear?" He didn't drop his gaze. Takeda backed away from him. A trail of sweat trickled down the man's brow as fear etched into his features.
They both knew who was the stronger one. They also knew that Takeda couldn't very well issue a complaint without disclosing the fact that he'd trespassed into their home without permission. Between the two infractions, Okita's threat would be seen as justified. At least to an extent. The code wasn't going to stop him from killing any threats to his wife. He'd make damn sure of it.
"I was merely curious." Takeda stepped away. He turned his back as he started to make a hasty retreat. "We will see if she has what it takes to live here."
The ronin's eyes turned cold. The hair on the back of his neck bristled at the threat. Takeda was one of the weakest of the Captains. He had no doubt in his mind that Kagome could handle him easily. The real issue lied in his conniving nature. He was going to be a problem. His sword arm twitched again.
The young woman began to stir in his arms. Okita glanced down at her. Shit, she was probably reacting to the change in his voice.
"Souji?" She blinked slowly. Her head lifted to look around them, "What happened?"
Okita carried her into their new quarters. He gently laid her upon the futon and smiled down at her.
"Just chased off a rat. Nothing big." He didn't want her worrying about how the rank-and-file soldiers would react to her presence just yet. She still needed time to adjust to their life here. They'd deal with all the other issues afterwards. Her comfort was his top priority at the moment. Just as it had been since the night he'd taken her for his wife.
Kagome peered up at him. Her lips pressed downwards as she reached for his hand. The man interlaced their fingers without question.
"Sorry I got so tired." Her eyes shifted to take in the new surroundings. "I feel bad. I wanted to help you with everything."
She figured it out already.
"No way," Okita grinned down at her. "This was supposed to be a surprise anyways." She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she did so.
"What do you mean?" Her voice was still groggy, creating an image he couldn't help but smile at.
"You were gonna ask Hijikata-san for chores to do tomorrow, right?" The bright flush that went across her cheeks told him that he'd hit the mark. "Well just make this one less thing you have to worry about." He tapped his chin. "Besides knowing Hijikata-san he'll probably dump an impossible amount of shit on you. So just pace yourself."
Kagome nodded. She stretched her arms high up into the air, not caring about the fact that their hands were still connected.
"Alright," She lowered their hands to her lap. "But first there's something important I need to ask you." Azure eyes pierced through him. No matter how hard he tried he simply could escape her gaze. It always saw right through him.
"Are there any specific rules I need to know about? Like forbidden places or things I shouldn't do?" Her grip over his hand tightened. "I know this isn't going to be easy on you. I don't want you to take on this burden all by yourself. So if there's something I can do to help make this easier on you then I need to know."
Her eyes narrowed at him as he tried to speak, "And if you don't tell me then I'm certain Hijikata-san will already have a list of rules prepared." Just like that she'd painted him into a corner.
Okita smiled wryly at his wife, "You're being really stubborn about this." Seeing the downward dip of her lips he sighed in defeat. "Alright fine." The ronin's shoulders slumped. "To start, I wouldn't go into the Training Room unless Hijikata-san or Kondou-san give you the okay." She hardly blinked at the assertion. "Namely it could stir up some shit with the regular soldiers. You can ask those two directly if you ever want to join in. Outside that having sparring matches with the guys in the Inner Courtyard should be fine."
Kagome nodded, "I kinda figured. Sanan-san did invite me but I wasn't sure if my presence there might cause a disturbance."
Okita's wry smile grew a little wider, "Well it's not like they have room to bitch in the first place. If they're as strong as they should be then they won't have to feel threatened by a woman." Which was what this would ultimately boil down to. She was a headstrong bull when it came to her sense of purpose. Give her a reason to fight and she could tangle with the best of them. Her strength could serve to encourage them to sharpen their own skills; conversely it could also sew the seeds of discontent to be bested by a female with no official rank.
"Anything else?" She moved closer to him. Okita loosely wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap.
"Don't go eyeballing any other man for starters." He playfully scraped his teeth along the nape of her neck.
Kagome rolled her eyes. She placed her index finger at his mouth and gently pushed him back, "As if. Why would I need to look elsewhere? I've got everything I could ever want here."
He didn't fight the confident smirk that spilled across his lips. That was his woman. Always knew just the right thing to reassure him.
The man pressed forward, "Oh yeah, I wouldn't venture out of the Yagi House without myself or one of the Captains with you. The guys over at the Maekawa House* might be pissy that you're here and try to start shit."
His wife pursed her lips into a thin line. Her brows knitted together as she mulled over the new information. It was a risk he'd been aware of long before he'd taken her across the well. Men were jealous creatures. He knew that better than most. Thus, he knew many of the soldiers would not be happy that he was the only man currently permitted to bring his wife into the compounds. Many others were married with children but lived apart from their beloved families. Seeing someone able to live as they wished was bound to drive a wedge in between the men in their ranks.
"Alright but in the mean time I'll focus on what I can do here." Kagome splayed her fingers over his cheek. He leaned into the warmth of her palm. It was in these quiet moments that he took the most pleasure in. Sure the sex was always amazing but there was something about her gentle touch that soothed him even more.
"And Souji," Kagome started softly, as if contemplating her next question. "I don't know if I ever told you this but when I fought demons, I didn't just hunt them blindly." His fingers twitched. It was the first time she'd ever spoken of her past in such a way. An inkling of concern edged its way into his being. He had a feeling he knew where this was going.
"I was able to sense them." Her palm stopped. Her voice went oddly quiet as she turned to meet his eyes. "Earlier this afternoon I sensed something similar but it was a bit different." The young woman's expression turned dark. "It was like an overwhelming bloodlust was coming from somewhere in here."
The furies.
He hadn't anticipated on her being able to sense their presence. Hell, he still wasn't sure how she'd fought her battles against demons. Still, he knew he couldn't keep it a secret from her forever. He just didn't want her involved. Her battles had ended the moment she crossed through the well that final time. He wasn't about to throw her on the frontlines just because she might have an advantage over them.
Okita sucked a breath between his lips, "Don't say a word to anyone else that you can sense it." He felt his voice grow sharp with his protectiveness. "It's some shit that you shouldn't be getting involved in. Just leave it for me to deal with."
He could feel Kagome's discontent with that answer. She scowled at him and prodded his cheek roughly. Okita turned his head to playfully nip at the offensive digit, however she drew it away before he could.
"I'm only not pushing this because you asked me to." She prodded his cheek a second time. "But don't think it won't come out eventually." The pointed look was enough to cause his stomach to shift uncomfortably. "The Shikon's power is weak but it'll still hold a draw for creatures like that." She reached into the collar of her kosode.
Kagome pulled the mythical jewel and held it between her fingers. He'd damn near forgotten about that thing. Just as before he could feel a small pulse of power emanating from it.
"I've got an idea on how to destroy it but it'll take some time." She rolled it between her fingers. A fierce expression hardened her features in a way he was unused to. Perhaps it was the ghost of her time as a warrior resurfacing. "It should be fine once I crack the bond holding the souls together, but until then it can pose a few problems."
"You saying it might drive them nuts?" He needed to know. That way he could keep a close eye out for possible attacks.
Kagome met his eyes directly, "There is no uncertainty. The Shikon will call to that bloodlust. It'll feed off of the negative energy to try to regain the power that it's lost." Her grip on the jewel tightened. "I won't push for answers just yet, but in the meantime you need to be on guard. They will react and likely soon."
Okita nodded firmly. He couldn't very well pass this information over to Hijikata without sounding crazy. So he'd double up on his shifts. He absolutely would not risk her safety. He damn sure wasn't going to let any of the furies near her either.
He pressed his face into the nape of her neck, "One last thing." His arms wound themselves around her tightly. "Never enter the Nambu House*. Even if Sanan-san invites you, don't do it."
Kagome took a breath, "Is that where they are?"
He nodded. Her body relaxed in his grip. For now disaster had been averted. His brows furrowed together as he buried himself into her neck. He didn't like to think about the hell she'd been through. Each time his eyes spotted the scars upon her flesh a sickening feeling weighed in his gut.
She'd been hurt time and time again. She'd clearly been beaten and abused by someone who was supposed to protect her. Broken bones, fresh wounds, emotional and physical scars that never healed. He couldn't stand the thought of that happening again. It was his duty as her husband to protect her. He would not fail. He had both his vow to himself and to Souta to fulfill. If Inuyasha truly was in this era then he'd hunt the fucker down and kill him himself. He didn't give a damn what he'd have to do.
Okita lifted his head at Kagome's gentling. He took several calming breaths; taking in the scent of cherry blossoms and fresh rainwater as he did so.
"Souji," Kagome finally spoke after the shaking in his arms ceased. "Where's my clothes."
A small smile went across his lips.
"About that," He trailed off, explaining what he'd done earlier that day. Kagome smiled widely at him as he pulled her to her feet.
No matter what happened he would protect her. His hand wrapped around hers tightly as they left to retrieve her clothes. That was his top priority now. Everything else would come afterwards.
A young man strolled through the streets of Kyoto. Word of unrest began to spread. By nature he was curious. Many times it'd landed him in dangerous situations but he couldn't say that he didn't have his fun along the way.
He curled his finger around the ash-brown locks he'd chosen for himself. Humans were a finicky sort. They didn't like anything different than what they were used to. Change was always met with a wave of rapid violence in this country. He'd seen enough wars to last three human lifetimes. He supposed that it was just a general rule of their nature to reject that which they were unaccustomed to.
He closed his eyes. In this form he blended with the crowds as if he were just a mere shadow. It helped that he could seal portions of his power and release them at will. Three hundred years had been quite a long time for him to learn that particular trick.
The young man followed the flow of the crowd. He was sorely tempted to buy a new yukata for his wife. Alas she would likely tear his hide if he were to try. He'd spent far too much on alcohol the previous night, so here he was, in search for the perfect apology gift to present to her.
He paused mid-step. His nose twitched as the familiar scent of magic filtered through the throng of people. He knew it like the back of his hand. He'd spent much of his youth taking comfort in that scent. His pace quickened.
Where was it? Hazel-tinted eyes shifted through the menagerie of faces. He followed as swiftly as he could, searching frantically as he went.
Could it truly be?
The young man stopped in his tracks. A few feet away he spotted the source. It was a couple. They were in the prime of their youth. The woman leaned into her significant other. A bright smile played upon her lips as her cheeks flushed warmly. The man wrapped his arm around her protective. His eyes were as soft as any he'd ever seen.
It was not the tenderness the two showered each other with that shocked him. Nor was it the slight cock of her head as the man gently pushed her into a textiles shop.
The young man clenched his jaw. It was her. He knew that just by the scent alone. The only thing that confused him was why did the man beside her also smell of the well's ancient magic? The traces were faint by now but it was strong enough for him to detect.
He followed after them from a distance. He vaguely recognized the man as Okita Souji from the Shinsengumi. At no point should he have ever crossed through the well let alone meet Kagome. Yet here they both were and from the looks of it, they were incredibly close to one another.
He blinked as the couple exited the shop. Okita had tied a furoshiki to his back as he wrapped an arm around her waist protectively. In any other situation he would've already made his presence known, but something stopped him in his tracks.
Upon her lips was a smile the likes of which he'd never seen. It was so bright and full of life that he was forced to remain standing in place. For the first time in the years that he'd known her, Kagome was happy.
His eyes shifted to the man beside her. He had no idea what'd happened to bring the two together but he felt grateful all the same. When they'd last parted he hadn't even known if she'd survived. The strike she'd taken would've been enough to kill weaker men. He shook the thought from his mind. What did it matter now? She was here and she was alive.
The young man tucked his hands into his sleeves. Perhaps he could make a game out of this revelation. After all, he couldn't very well have a reunion without a few surprises.
The man whistled to himself cheerfully. This was going to be fun.
Amongst the ground his shadow twitched and shifted. Three tails sprouted behind him in the shadow as he trailed further down the street. A fox-like grin split his lips. He couldn't wait to tell his wife. She'd be overjoyed at the prospect of finally meeting his family. He continued on his way. Things were about to get a lot more fun.
Hideyoshi groaned from beside him.
"Seriously, we have a curfew?" The older man's eyes narrowed at their fellow recruit.
Michio nodded once at him, "Yes. Yamazaki-san told us that much before." There was a slight edge of irritation in the man's voice. Not that Hayato blamed him. His teacher could be rather set in his ways when it came to personal pleasures.
The men gathered together. He hardly listened to a thing they'd said. Earlier that morning he'd managed to sneak into the Inner Courtyard to observe Kagome's matches. Word had spread like wildfire about the challenge both the Eight and Third Division Captains has issued to her. It was likely curiosity alone that'd sparked their interest. Plus given Okita's natural interest in talking up his wife's skills, he'd only assumed that the others were keenly interested in seeing just how strong she was. Of course the other rank-and-file soldiers simply wanted to see if any of their crazy rumors were true.
Okita hadn't been lying when he spoke of the other Captains' abilities. Besides Okita himself, Saito was the first person he'd ever seen win a fight against her. His speed was something to be feared. He was surprised at how quickly their fight had ended. Although he had to assume that Kagome's true strength lied in her ability to take her opponents by surprise. Having a sparring partner that was both faster and stronger was a recipe for defeat for her
The house went silent save for sporadic whispers of excitement. He lifted his head. What was it now?
"Looks like they're back." Hideyoshi gestured towards the couple making their way into the compounds. "Do me a favor and wake me after they leave. All this fussing is pissin' me off." The older man threw himself onto his futon. He dropped his arms over his eyes and fell asleep.
Michio stared at him in exasperation, "Does he have no manners?"
"None." Hayato smiled at his companion wryly. Following the crowd, they peered after Okita and Kagome. He had to admit that they definitely suited each other well. His own mild interest in her was nothing compared to the adoration reflected in their Captain's gaze. He knew a lost cause when he saw one. In this case he was just grateful that he still had an opportunity to investigate what he needed to. His brows furrowed at the thought.
The man he needed to talk to was Harada—the Captain Of the Tenth Division. From what he gathered, training sessions were held daily by separate Captains. Their first patrol would be tomorrow morning with Okita so perhaps he could pry a bit of information before then.
He leaned against the wall, listening in to all the odd rumors surrounding the poor woman.
"Did you hear? Apparently she told Captain Saito that Captain Okita had kidnapped her from her family's shrine!" Their voices dropped even lower. "They said that Captain Saito was so enraged that he challenged Captain Okita to a match tomorrow evening."
Now that was the biggest load of shit he'd heard thus far. Hayato scratched the back of his neck. Should he say something?
"You're wrong." A sharp voice cut through the crowd. All eyes turned to Maeda. The boy had kept to himself for the most part; only conversing with Okita and Kagome during their travels. The kid had developed a strong sense of loyalty to both the husband and wife along the way. Although he clearly held Kagome in a slightly higher regard.
"She's neither a captive nor helpless to him." Maeda was firm in his assertion. "I may not know what brought them together but I do know that Okita-san and Kagome-san care for each other deeply." His eyes narrowed at the other men that surround them. "You dishonor your own Captain by spreading such vile rumors about their marriage. If you really need to know that badly then at least grow the balls to ask them yourselves." A glint of disgust entered his dark gaze. "This prattle isn't what I would call the actions of men worthy to carry the Shinsengumi's name."
Just like that the hall went silent. He had to hand it to the kid, he had serious guts to talk to his seniors that way. If any were going to complain then they were cut off by the dinner announcement. The men filtered into the Main Hall of the Maekawa House.
Hayato stepped beside the teen. He dropped his palm onto his shoulder and gave it a rough, reassuring pat.
"You did good." He dropped his hand to the side. "Feel like eating with us, tonight?" He gestured towards the dozing Hideyoshi.
Maeda blinked then shrugged. He didn't speak a word. He simply took a spot beside his teacher and began sifting through their left over supplies for food.
Hayato threw one last glance at the couple retreating to the Yagi House. In that moment those feet between them felt like worlds apart. He closed his eyes and turned on the ball of his heel. He'd think about that later. For now he had other things to tend to. A small smile spread across his lips as Hideyoshi roused just enough to snatch the bottle of sake from Maeda. This was going to be an interesting night.
Kagome emerged from behind their shoji screen. After they'd gotten her clothes back from old man Kimura, she'd decided to change into a different yukata that bore his kamon. Truthfully he just thought that she only wanted to dress up for his sake.
He'd given her the Kogai Kanzashi upon their arrival and he'd noticed that her rate of changing clothes was significantly slower than usual. A small smile pulled at his lips. He had to admit, she was good at this sort of thing.
"What do you think?" Kagome spread her arms and gave a small twirl for his keen observation.
"Very beautiful." Okita commented. He took pride in the bright flush that crossed her cheeks. It contrasted nicely against the soft yellow yukata she'd chosen for tonight's dinner. The real change was to her hair though. She'd kept it down for the most part while they were here. Now it was pulled into a partially braided bun with the Kogai Kanzashi holding it in place.
The Captains were going to have a field day with the vast difference in her appearance.
"You ready for your official debut?" Okita offered her his arm. She slipped her hands over his bicep and forearm.
"It's a bit late for that." She laughed lightly. "But I figured it'd be nice to change things up a bit every now and then."
The ronin gripped her hand with his palm, "Well it suits you." More times than he could count, he found his eyes wandering to the emblem dyed into her sleeves. There was something about seeing it there that filled him with a sense of contentment. It wasn't just a sense of possessiveness that sparked that tranquility. It was something much deeper—a feeling of belonging to something more. His smile softened at her happy expression. He always wanted her like this.
The pair entered the Common Room. The others had already arrived before them, so Okita simply led his wife to her seat between himself and Saito.
"I was wondering what you two were up to." Harada grinned at Kagome. "Now I get it. The change looks quite nice."
She flushed at the compliment, "I appreciate the flattery but really I just wanted to do something a bit different." Her hand went to her hair. "Besides," She looked towards Hijikata. "I'd rather not go crazy with this sort of thing. I'd rather just help in whatever way I can."
All eyes turned towards Okita, "You found yourself a keeper." Harada reiterated.
"So jealous. How come Souji's the only guy that can get women with a snap of his fingers?" Nagakura sighed heavily. "It's so not fair."
"Well it's already been settled." Kondou grinned widely at them. The look in the other man's eyes warmed at her with paternal affection, "Don't feel pushed into doing anything. I'm sure just having you near is enough for Souji."
Her blush darkened as he took a drink from his cup of sake. He wouldn't deny that charge. He did feel better having her beside him. If he'd been forced to return through the well without her, he was certain he would've spent the rest of his life seeking a way back to her. The peace he'd felt when he was with her would've acted as a siren call to him. He would've dug at the earth and tried over and over again if only to be beside her once more. He closed his eyes. He felt her fingers gently squeeze his.
"It's no trouble at all." Kagome again focused on Hijikata. He had a feeling he knew where this was going. "Please if there's anything I can do to help then I'll be quite happy." Her smile turned bright. "I didn't come here just to eat your food and not carry my own weight."
Their Commander looked at her for a long moment. Okita knew what was next. He couldn't say that he felt completely comfortable with what Kagome was asking, but if it was what she wanted then he wouldn't stop her. Sitting idly by in their room wasn't something he could picture her doing. So it'd stand to reason that she'd crave the distraction that daily household duties could bring.
His wife pressed forward, "You can't have me in the Training Room at least until things calm down, right?" She saw right through Hijikata's hesitation. "So let me do something else. Even if it's just house chores, I don't mind. I'd sooner go insane with boredom if I didn't have anything to occupy me."
All eyes looked between them. For a second Hijikata glanced in his direction. It was a silent inquiry as to what he was comfortable with. Most men might have been affronted at the idea of their wife performing household duties for so many other males. In this case it couldn't be helped. Besides she'd just be doing work within the Yagi House. So he felt little inclination to bar her that right. Okita shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
"She's stubborn," The ronin warned him. "She'll just keep asking until you give in."
Hijikata clicked his tongue. His eyes narrowed as he came to a conclusion, "If I assign you duties then I don't want to hear any complaints. Got it?"
Kagome smiled widely. He knew that look well. It wasn't the welcoming one she'd give him, but a signifier of the challenge that'd just been issued.
"Of course." His wife met Hijikata's eyes directly. "Asking wouldn't mean much if I just backed out right afterwards."
The Commander sighed, "Souji, bring her in with you in the morning. I'll assign both of your duties then."
"Understood." The ronin responded easily. He passed his empty cup of sake to her. She poured it before they switched off. Okita smiled down at his wife. He just had a feeling that her stubbornness was going shake up their colleagues quite a bit.
Okita savored the taste of his sake as she leaned into his side. He knew that he never would've been satisfied without her. Even if he'd returned to the Shinsengumi, he would've kept searching and seeking a way back through the well. He'd loved this woman. He could no longer picture his life without her in it. Now here they were and she was settling in much better than he'd imagined.
Okita pressed his cheek into the crown of her head. He ignored the drunken jeers of the other Captains. It didn't matter to him. All he cared about was the woman in his arms and the life they now had together.
The night went by quickly. He led Kagome back to their new quarters. Her eyes still observed the room with a near childlike wonder. The flush on her cheeks was accentuated by the slight scent of sake.
By her time's standards this would seem very traditional and elegant. In his view, anything less wouldn't be sufficient. A smile pulled at his lips as she swung their interlaced fingers between them playfully.
In that moment he realized that she was very buzzed. Not quite tipsy but definitely a little further gone than she ever had been before. She'd drank alcohol with him before, however she preferred to only stick to one or two cups. This time she hadn't held herself back.
Okita allowed her to lead them to their futon. Her mouth sought his neck, chest and jawline. He felt her hands run over his body. Heat surged through him in the wake of her trailing fingertips. His hands fought to untie the obi that held her yukata together. She shivered the second he'd freed her from her clothing. The ronin grasped at the collar of his haori and kosode. He felt her mouth suckle upon his neck; her teeth playfully scraping the skin there as he yanked both off with hurried movements.
Neither of them had so much as uttered a word about the possibility of children yet. They were so focused on each other that it simply slipped their minds. Okita pushed his tongue into her mouth as he backed her against the wall. At that moment he knew that if she wasn't with child by the end of the night then it'd be nothing short of a miracle.
The man grunted as he stripped himself from the rest of his clothing. He gripped her thighs and hauled her up onto him. Okita buried his nose into her hair as he started a steady pace.
"Souji," She spoke between breathy pants. "Isn't there," she gasped. He bit into her neck in response. However Kagome didn't give up. She continued, "Someone in that room?" Her arms tightened around his shoulders at the sudden roughness.
Okita didn't fight against the smirk that spread across his lips. Oh there was definitely someone in the room next to them. But at this moment he frankly didn't care. There was only one person he wanted to focus on and she was currently wrapped around him like a vice.
"It's fine." His words came out in quick pants. "Just focus."
So she did. Okita closed his eyes. He lost himself within the warmth of her embrace; taking solace in the acceptance she'd given him. No matter what, he'd never take this forgranted.
Hijikata stared up at the ceiling of his room. His fingers gripped the fabric of his futon tightly. This had been a mistake. He never should've let them move in.
The Commander turned on his side. He tried to muffle the sound of something hitting the other side of his wall in a rhythmic pace. Sharp, feminine moans filtered through the wood slats.
He wasn't a fool. He knew exactly what Okita was doing with his wife at that moment. Unfortunately he could even hear the exact speed in which he was fucking her. This was too damn much. He'd expected to have to hear such things on occasion but the first night? Against the shared wall? That son of a bitch was doing this on purpose.
Hijikata forced his eyes closed. It wouldn't last long. He tried to remind himself. Soon the two would tire out and then he could have his peace. He'd talk to Okita in the morning about this shit, but until then he wouldn't interfere. It'd just mortify the poor woman.
He counted back from ten as her moans turned frantic. It was almost over. Just a little longer. Then, she cried out—the slamming on his wall stopped and only a faint masculine groan was heard. The Commander felt his body relax. Good. That meant they were finally finished.
He rolled to his other side. His eyes slowly fell shut. Just as the sweet freedom of sleep took him, the slamming started up again. This time it was louder and faster. He dropped his head back onto his futon repeatedly. This was not going to be his night.
By morning his eyes had become bloodshot. His fingers twitched and his body felt heavy with exhaustion.
They hadn't slept.
Neither did he for that matter. His teeth gnashed together. Hijikata rose from his bed. He quickly dressed himself as he waited for Okita and Kagome to inevitably arrive. It'd taken less than an hour before he heard the man ushering her towards his room.
"Souji!" Kagome's voice took on a high-pitched squeal of embarrassment. "I thought you said no one was in here!"
The Captain rapped his knuckles on his door once. He didn't catch the man's response to her before they entered his room.
The first thing Hijikata noticed was the embarrassed flush that darkened Kagome's face and ears. Her azure eyes looked between his exhausted appearance and the wall that separated their rooms. Horrified mortification mottled her soft features.
In an instant she became fully aware of what'd happened. The young woman offered him a low bow of apology.
"I am so sorry!" Once she sat up, she pinched her husband's cheek forcefully. "Apologize!"
Okita smirked to himself. He looked away with a casual nonchalance that only served to infuriate his wife. If looks could kill then the man would be six feet under by now.
Hijikata coughed into his hand, "I'll assign you duties after breakfast." He directed his comment towards Kagome. She met his eyes but the embarrassed flush still colored her complexion. "Go ahead and join the others. Souji and I need to talk."
The young woman nodded. She offered him a polite bow. Kagome paused in front of Okita. She reached up with both of her hands and pinched his cheeks roughly.
He tried to protest but was met with her furious expression. Hijikata heard the words 'two months' hissed in a low tone followed by Okita's face paling an interesting shade of white. It seemed as if his most wily subordinate had finally found his match.
Violet eyes narrowed as Kagome left the room. Leaving only the awkward silence between them.
"I was going to punish you." Hijikata started. A slow smirk crept across his face. "But I think I found a better method to handle this."
The Captain stared at him in a mixture of caution and frustration, "Just get on with it already." The inkling of frustration bit into the other man's tone.
"I'm putting you on the day shift for now." He folded his arms into the sleeves of his haori. "Souji, don't ever pull a stunt like that again." His voice turned cold. "I don't give a damn if you are married. Have some damn courtesy. You owe your wife that much respect."
That got the reaction he wanted. For the first time ever, he spied the slight grimace of guilt flash over the male's expression. Okita was many things, but remorseful was not one of them. At least not before his marriage. Perhaps that was something that had changed about him? He didn't dwell on the thought for too long.
"Alright fine," The Captain crossed his arms over his chest. "I screwed up. We were both a bit drunk last night." It wasn't exactly an apology but it'd be good enough for now. Besides, he had a feeling that the punishment Kagome was about to deliver would be far worse to Okita than anything he could ever do.
It was strange seeing how much the man had changed. It'd been only half a year but it was as if Okita had become an entirely different man. The raw affection he showed Kagome was something that the others were still adjusting to. His harsh exterior had worn down just enough for them to see the kindness Okita reserved only for her. It was a hell of a change. She must have been quite the influence to inspire this sort of shift in Okita's personality.
The Commander straightened his shoulders. Which reminded him. They had more than just his patrols to discuss. With Kagome's presence in their home, they would have to establish certain ground rules.
"About the furies," Hijikata started. "You know what you need to do."
Emerald eyes hardened at him. The same sharpness he'd grown used to entered Okita's expression.
"Understood."
Their mission would not change. Having a woman under their roof would not alter their path. She was never to know of the furies existence. It'd be up to Okita to ensure that much. Otherwise life would become far more difficult for all of them. He just hoped it'd never come to that.
A/n: First and foremost, Happy Valentine's! Gotta admit that this was a fun chapter to write. I finally got to reintroduce one of the Inuyasha characters that'll be popping around a bit more often. Although Okita might just wish he won't. XD
I'll probably be finishing the last of this "settling in" segment within the next chapter or two. The real goal was simply to establish Kagome's relationships with the other Captains and how she's fitting into her own place here. We'll get a bit more of this in depth in the next chapter and possibly one more depending on how things flow. But currently Chizuru is projected to enter the plot fairly soon.
I just need to wind up a few plot points as I go along so that we can get to the real meat of the story.
I do plan for a few more Inuyasha characters to come back. I won't spoil who or how just yet but they will serve their own vital roles. I actually hate plot that includes jealousy for jealousy's sake. I don't want these characters to be typical tropes in which Okita will feel threatened by. They each have their reasons for doing what they do and their actions will serve as a spark to Okita's own sense of determination. There is honestly just so much I want to do with these characters. So I'll work my way through and embark on this chapter by chapter.
Now before I go on, there's something I need to address. In my last chapter I received a review questioning the portrayal of Kagome's PTSD. I've spent the bulk of this story developing Okita at a much faster rate than Kagome for a very good reason. In order to delve into the nature of Kagome's history she must first feel 100% at ease with Okita and their relationship as a whole.
That's what the entire prologue was about. Okita's subtle changes as he strives to become a man she can count on. In the upcoming chapters I do want to dive more into the nature of her PTSD. Frankly speaking, I've barely scratched the surface of Kagome's development and this was done purposefully to coincide with the pace of the story.
She has her issues and specific triggers. Okita is putting a handful of them together but currently he's still in the dark in regards to her past. So I'll be working my way to that steady reveal and developing Kagome's character as she deals with her PTSD and settling into a new life. Each person is like a faucet with many different outlets flowing at the same time. They're multidimensional and not restricted to a single aspect of their character.
Now that, that's settled. You guys have no idea how much I truly appreciate all of your support. You've all been just so amazing. So consider this my platonic Valentine's Gift to you. 3
**Kamon—An emblem used specifically to identify a family. These were often dyed or stitched into clothing as a physical representation of one's alliances during the Edo Period.
**Tansu—Traditional mobile storage cabinetry. It's uses were widely varied and could be crafted in a multitude of ways to serve specific purposes.
**Unfinished Tansu—People below a certain hierarchy line were strictly forbidden from buying excessive symbols of status. A tansu that was finished was considered beyond their station but they were permitted to have one if it was unfinished.
**Kogai Kanzashi—Literally a "Sword and Sheath". It is a two piece hair pin that is often paired with a comb.
**Shimada Mage—A form of hairstyle that was popular during Edo Period Japan. Waxed tresses were pulled back into a variety of buns using sticks and combs. They varied in their extravagance.
**Kyoto Isho-dansu—A style of tansu that emerged in Kyoto and widely popularized in the Meiji Era after the dissolution of the feudal system. It was most known for its distinctive opaque lacquering.
**Maekawa House—One of the three houses in which the Shinsengumi lived in while they were stationed in Mibu Village. The regular soldiers lived in shared quarters in this house.
**Nambu House—The third house of the Shinsengumi headquarters. In game, this house was where Sanan performed his fury experiments.