Hello and no, I'm not dead! This chapter was just a pain in the ass to write. Anyways, someone asked for a birthday present for our fave sadist, so here it is. Hope you like it!

Also thanks again for the reviews and the faves3

Sougo woke up tangled up with Kagura and the futon. He didn't need to open his eyes to know that. He was still groggy, but the lavender was unmistakable. He inhaled softly, her scent waking up more than just his conscience. He snorted. How did she do it? She wasn't even awake and he already wanted to eat her alive. He didn't know where he took the strength neither, considering the events from the night before. Tanabata was always a busy night.

Cracking one eye open, it took him a moment to realize where he was. His head was resting in the crook of her neck and he only could see past her shoulder, but the fusuma doors were enough for him. It was strange for him to wake up there, as she preferred to avoid her room, but they hadn't had the patience to look for another place the day before.

There was light coming from outside, but not very strongly. It was probably some hour around the evening. He closed his eye again and relaxed his muscles, Kagura's breath moving his bangs and tickling his forehead. He didn't know why, but he didn't mind being like this with her. He didn't feel the need to flee as soon as he was done, and he ended up enjoying his sleep. No nightmares, no threats.

He was starting to doze off again when his peace was interrupted. Two knocks on the door were enough to wake him up completely, and he incorporated, using one arm to support himself and the other to shake the sleeping girl beside him awake.

Kagura furrowed her brow and swayed her hand in the air, as if trying to shoo away whoever was trying to disrupt her dreams.

Another knock was heard, this time accompanied with a girly voice.

"Kagura, are you awake yet?"

'What do you think?' Sougo cursed inwardly and put his mouth in her ear.

"China, there's someone at the door asking for you."

If his voice wasn't enough to wake her, the message sure did. She jolted upwards, her hands gripping the futon to cover herself and her eyes scanning the room. Looking to her right, her eyes grew bigger at the sight of the man on the sheets below her.

"What are you-"

"Kagura, I'm coming in."

"Shit."

Sougo watched with amusement as the girl slipped onto the sheets again, throwing herself unceremoniously on top of him to cover them both with the futon as the door slipped open. Her body was much smaller than his, but the force of the impact was the same. She really was unlady like. His face ended up pressed against her stomach, and he wondered if her size would be enough to cover him up. He had grown quite a bit from the 1.70m he used to be.

"Good morning, Aya-chan! I, um, I am not decent at the moment, that's why I didn't open the door myself." Kagura's voice was sleepy.

"Yeah, sure. You weren't sleeping at all. And it's more like good evening, Kagura. It's four o'clock already."

"Really?! I hadn't noticed." She faked a laugh, and Sougo felt it reverberate through her body. She was leaning her head in her arms and facing the opposite direction of the door, so she had to turn her face towards the girl. An idea popped in his mind, and he grinned.

"Anyways, we have important guests tonight, so you'd better get ready on time! The girls want you downstairs in an hour."

"Yes, of cour- aaaah."

Kagura gasped, and Sougo squeezed her breast harder.

"Are you okay?"

"Ye-yessss" She tried to speak, but he wasn't about to let that happen. This was far more entertaining that what he had been doing minutes ago.

"Really?"

"Ah- aha. I'm not feeling well, that's all. I'll be back on my feet later, though."

"If you say so... I'll see you later."

Even though he was busy licking, sucking and biting, he heard the door closing. A moment later a very angry Kagura had pinned his arms to the floor.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

"I was trying to do you." His eyes glinted with mischief.

"Don't you dare. I swear if you ever do that again I will kill you."

"C'mon, China. We both know you're dying inside with need."

"I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you. I'm the one on top now, and I say no." She was still frowning, but she seemed more collected and her breath had become even. "It was enough with yesterday. I won't risk getting us caught. A lot less here."

She stood up, the futon still wrapped around herself as she took a few steps back.

"I want you out of here in five minutes. Take the back stairs, I don't need anyone to find you were here."

With that, she left the room and closed the door after her. Sougo sighed and stood up as well to get dressed himself.

What a way to start his birthday.

Kagura strode out of her room hurriedly. If she had dared to look back, she would have ended between his arms. She would have allowed it any other day, but not in her room in Yoshiwara when there was so much people on the hallways. Aya had said important people were coming tonight, though she had no idea who could they be.

Nobody asked about her appearance, and she paced through the hallways, waiting for Sougo to leave. She needed to take a bath, but the common ones were out of the question. They had been for some time now. She wasn't about to enter them with her skin full of hickeys. She used to be more careful about the places she allowed him to do them, but he seemed to love her neck just as much as she enjoyed him choosing that place. Or her breasts, for the record.

After what seemed like an eternity, she returned to her room to find it empty. She threw the futon to the floor and entered an adjacent room, where a big basin with hot water was already waiting for her. Aya must have taken care of that.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she flushed and confirmed that, indeed, she would need a lot of make up that night. Starting on her neck and ending on her legs, her skin was covered with purple dots everywhere. Damn that man. The slap he had received had been worth it, nonetheless.

When she arrived to the receiving room, dressed in a golden kimono with red and orange kois and her hair in a ornamented bun, Tsukuyo approached her and guided her to the outer garden. Her expression was severe.

"What are you doing here? I thought you'd out of Yoshiwara by now!"

"Eh? Aya told me to get ready! We're receiving some big fishes tonight, aren't we?"

"Yes, we are, not you. They're Yatos, Kagura. I wouldn't risk them being related to your brother."

"They are what?" Her heart started beating faster at the mention of the name, and she wondered why hadn't anyone told her about this. With Kamui having proclaimed he was the second King of the Red Lights District, it was never too safe for her to be there. A lot less with yatos roaming the place.

"They are here for business, if you know what I mean. The last thing I want is them knowing we have a female Yato hiding here. I need you out of here now."

"You don't have to tell me twice. I'll come back in about two days."

"Will you be fine with that kimono?"

Kagura smirked.

"It's not the first time I run across Yoshiwara in a kimono."

Five hours later, Kagura found herself stuck in a dark alley behind some wooden boxes. She had been there for the last four hours, and the situation didn't seem like it was about to change. It had taken her less than five minutes to spot the first Yato after she had fled. Those bastards had come in hordes. It was not normal for so many of them to be in the same place, so this was some special event. Damn them for celebrating it here.

She had been careful from the start. A red haired girl running around in a golden kimono was meant to attract attention, much more in a place like Yoshiwara. She had left the building through the back door in the garden, that led to an alley as dark as the one she was currently in. She had made sure to avoid the most busy streets, making her way through the shadows. She didn't need to see the Yatos to know they were there, and she was sure they would end up noticing her as well. She was the only female Yato in the Earth at the moment, after all. If they were as drunk and horny as the men who usually visited the place, she was doomed. She could hold her ground against a human, but a grown up of her own kind was another thing. And she didn't want to remember the last time she had had to fight one of them.

The gates leading to Yoshiwara were guarded by Yatos at the moment, that was a fact she didn't need to check. That's why she had decided to wait in the most safe place she had found. The damp and dark alley was far away from the center of the district, so there weren't Yatos around. She was glad it was summer, as she would have frozen in winter.

Embracing her legs close to her chest, she leaned her head on her knees and sighed for the nth time. She was bored, alert and a bit frightened, all at once. If her brother was around he would find her for sure.

She was thinking about the possibilities of her brother being there when she felt a presence above her. Gulping, she lifted her gaze upwards expecting to meet icy, blue eyes, but finding amused, red ones instead.

"What a sight to behold. Is it you, China? And is that fear I see in your eyes?"

Kagura stared up at him dumbfounded. He was leaning in a window she hadn't seen until now, his head hanging out of it above her.

'What's he doing here?'

"What are you doing here?"

"Don't you think I should be the one asking that? You're the one scowling in the dark, dirty street."

"Yeah, well. It's not like I chose it" She wished she could take back those words the moment they left her mouth. She knew what was coming and she was not in the mood.

"I heard pigs liked the dirt?"

"Look, Sadist, I don't really have time to deal with you right now. So you'd better go back to... whatever you were doing."

"I was trying to-"

"Captain! Where are you?"

"The sake's gonna run out! You should be the one gulping it down since it's your birthday!"

"Don't be a kid and come out like a man would do!"

Kagura heard said captain sigh in annoyance as her mind registered the information. Was it his birthday today? She remembered it being during summer, but she had stopped keeping track of the days a long time ago. She observed silently as Sougo ducked his head in the shadows of the alley as well. When the voices died down, he spoke again.

"As you can see, I was trying to run away from that when I happened to find a miserable amanto sulking."

"I'm not sulking, dammit! I'm just hiding here because this place is infected with Yatos. Again. It seems they are in need of a great time."

"Ah, I see. So they were the customers you had to take care of and now you're actually trying not to get raped by this happy, horny clan of yours."

"Very funny. Now that you know it get lost an-" Her blood froze and her hair stood on end.

"Why have you-"

"Shut up." Kagura lowered her tone to a whisper. "Shit, there are two of them close. Too close. They must have felt me. Shit."

She could feel them as well. She didn't need to do much effort to notice two presences approaching the place she was actually in, nor did she needed to see them to know they were Yatos.

"I have to go now. See you-" As she was lifting herself up, she felt her arm being jerked down by Sougo, making her lose her balance and effectively sitting her on the ground again. She was about to break that head of his when he poured something hot and smelling on her, drenching her kimono and trespassing it until it reached her skin. The contrast of her former cold body with it shocked her, and the stink of the liquid made her gasp. What on earth was that bastard doing?

She realised with horror two silhouettes at the entrance of the alley when Sougo bent down his body to whisper something on her ear. Then, he grabbed her hair, lifted her head and kissed her hard.

"Follow me."

She was shocked at first, and she tried to resist. Did he not understand there were two Yatos there looking for her? He was gonna get them both killed. And she preferred not to think about the extras she would get before that happened.

She bit his lip till it started to bleed, and Sougo broke the kiss to bite her ear in retaliation.

"Just play along, you brat." The tone he used sent shivers down her spine, and she found herself getting up to meet his body against hers. Her mind went completely blank and she acted out of reflex. Closing her arms around his neck, she kissed him back.

When she became aware of her surroundings again, she was inside the room the sadist had been previously in. He had just closed the window, and he was looking at her. She tried to hide the fact that her legs were trembling by leaning on the wall. Her mind was reeling. When had she exactly decided it was fine to make out with Sougo when there were two -probably horny- Yatos looking for her? When had she decided it was safe? When had she decided they were safe?

The answer came without effort.

'He's here and you feel safe.'

"They have left."

Trying to get a hold of her inner turmoil, she struggled to force the words out of her mouth.

"What was that."

"You told me once that Yatos are very sensitive to smells, and those bastards have come here to get laid. A young Yato like you, as I'm sure you've already guessed, must smell like candy to them, so I drenched you in alcohol to cover your scent. In case that wasn't enough, I started Plan B. You have quite a characteristic smell when you're aroused. One they're not familiar with. I guess we were also lucky they didn't follow us here." He smirked and Kagura stared at him. Not only had he come up with two solutions in the span of mere seconds, but he had also managed to leave her speechless.

It was true. Yatos relied on their instincts the most and, when it came to sexual matters, the smell played an important role. It turned the other person on as well as it was used to recognise each other. Sougo had covered her up in sake, in hopes it would cover her Yato scent and as things had turned out, it had been effective. He had also excited her to change her smell. It was risky, as it could have been the final prove the other Yato needed to recognise her as one of their kin. After all, it didn't matter the situation, her smell would always be the smell of a Yato. Though, as things had turned out, they weren't sick enough to interrupt two young lovers when there were hundreds of willing girls in the zone.

She wasn't sure how she had avoided the situation, because every effort seemed futile with her clan, but she was somehow safe for the meantime.

"You can thank me later, after I have cleaned you up."

The words pulled her out of her trance, but the samurai was already pinning her to the wall.

"Uh? I don't-"

Sougo breathed in her neck, and she sighed despite herself. He lingered there, above her skin. He made sure not to touch her, but the ghost of his lips in her body was enough to made her whimper. Her body knew what would come after, and it wanted nothing more. Deciding that it made no sense to resist something that she wanted, she relaxed her tensed muscles, giving in.

The moment she sighed the first time he knew she had her, but he wasn't touching her until she gave him permission. When he felt her body relaxing, he smirked and lowered his head, his lips pressing against her pulse. She shuddered. He had told her he would clean her up, and he intended to do so right now. He had been drinking before, but the added lavender scent of the alcohol was something he had yet to taste.

Excitement flooding through his veins, he licked her throat once, twice, thrice, slowly and teasingly. The makeup had gone to waste with the sake, and he wasn't making it any better. Three moans escaped her mouth when his tongue touched her, and he wondered how such a violent girl could become like this. He wasn't complaining, though.

She tasted like alcohol -as he already expected- but, rather than making him sleepy, it was having the total opposite effect. His senses were awakening, and he bit her, sucking and leaving a red spot. He stopped then, waiting for a punch or a slap. It was summer, and she wasn't gonna go around with a scarf around her neck. She had beaten him before for that the night before. This time, however, when nothing came, he lifted his gaze to find blue eyes filled with wanton.

It struck him how ready she seemed when not five minutes ago he had seen panic in her eyes. The panic of someone who fears for their life. What had made her change her mind so quickly?

"Are you waiting for something or what?"

Another thing that surprised him about her was how much she liked him to be the one leading. It wasn't that she was submissive or that she didn't like to take the initiative, but he always turned out to be the one doing most of the foreplay. And what got him the most was how he was almost eager to comply.

If they had told someone, they would have called them liars for sure. A bossy, stubborn and proactive girl such as her actually allowing him to do whatever he liked, and a sadist like him pleasing her supposed to be victim. It wasn't like them at all, but they had never complained about it and this was how things were for them on bed.

Kagura tugged at his hair -again- and he refocused. She hadn't complained about the hickey, so he might as well get some more done. As he returned to his neck, though, she opened her mouth.

"The door..."

"Mmmh?" At the moment, he was far more interested in her lavender and alcohol savored skin than in some wood structure.

"Close the door."

"Which door?" He was still paying attention to her and only her, not to the annoying voice that kept replacing her moans and cries.

"Th- God. The one your acquaintances could come through at any time."

"I'm taking you to the bathroom in a moment. It doesn't matter." The place the former Shinsengumi members had brought him was some kind of inn with rooms and adjacent individual bathrooms.

"The door."

Sighing in defeat, he was about to made his way to said door when he noticed Kagura was not planning on letting go of his hair.

"China, it's physically impossible for me to get to that damned door if you don't let me go."

"It's not."

He looked at her blankly.

"You don't want me to actually carry you there, right?"

"Fight me. I'm getting cold here." Acting nonchalantly, she tightened her grip on his hair, her arms resting on his shoulders and her legs waiting. She locked her eyes to his. "Well?"

"Goddammit you obstinate woman." Flexing his arms, she hopped at the cue she was waiting for and he grabbed her. "Please, and for my mental health, shut up now."

"Should I remind you that this very evening you were the one dying to, and I quote literally, do me? I'm giving you what you wanted and I'm only asking you to close the door. So you stop complaining."

"You'll regret those words in a moment." With that final sentence, he finally closed the door and headed for the bathtub.

About an hour and a half later, Kagura was still glued to him. She hadn't let go of him, not during the clean up session, not while he had been trying to get them both dried and clothed. The room included a pair of white kimonos they were currently wearing.

"Have you actually thought about letting go of me?"

"Mmm."

"What's that supposed to mean? I don't speak pig language."

"I'm tired, you chihuahua. Take me to bed."

"Funny, as it doesn't seem like I have another option."

Carrying her in his arms, he approached the futon and got on his knees to lie her down.

"Good chihuahua.

He plopped down next to her, the weariness of the night catching up with him. He was facing her back, as she had curled up facing the opposite direction. The samurai closed his eyes and put one arm around her waist, drawing her closer to him and resting his forehead in her nape. Kagura grabbed his hand with hers, keeping still for a moment before. Then, she brought it up to her chest, keeping it between her fingers and pressing it close to her.

"Okita?"

He opened one eye at the mention of his name.

"Yes?"

She squeezed his hand.

"Happy birthday."