Nirvana

Summary: AU. "Well, fuck you too," he had said it out of spite, despite his eyes sneaking brief glances over her body. Well, maybe he had another thing in mind when he said it. Okikagu.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama.

Chapter 2

Okita wasn't sure what came over him when he claimed Kagura's lips in a hot, bruising kiss, but one thing he did know was that he wanted to get the case over and done with as soon as possible so he could go to sleep in his comfortable bed at his house. But he hadn't been ready for how soft the texture of her lips had been when he kissed her. For someone with such a foul mouth, she had a sweet and addicting taste, almost like honey-dew, and he found it hard to comprehend that it was the same mouth that had been spouting incessant insults at him for years.

Kagura's savage curse was muffled into the lip-lock as he deepened the kiss, determined to keep her pretty mouth shut so that they could avoid garnering unwelcome suspicions. Okita told himself that it was because he was never the type to be gentle as he basically threatened to devour her, teeth bumping and mouth parting to lick at her lips as if asking for permission to enter. And that it wasn't because he actually enjoyed kissing her.

The girl's body shook in his arms as he encased her into a tight embrace, their forms molded together almost too perfectly for Kagura's taste. Her lips which had been unresponsive for the entire time began to open to grant his tongue easier entrance, her head starting to spin as it trailed along the roof of her mouth, to her pearly white teeth, before it met with hers and stroked fervently. She was vividly aware of one of his hands reaching to grab at the back of her left knee, hooking the leg over the side of his hips before the hand traveled upwards once more to seize a firm hold on her left butt cheek. He squeezed and she jumped. The groan that echoed at the back of Okita's throat sent uninvited shivers down to the base of her spine.

Was Okita Sougo always such a good kisser? She wouldn't know- the thought of kissing him never occurred to her until now. But damn, the man knew what he was doing. She found her stone-hard pride melted into nothing but gush, the initial resistance steadily thrown into oblivion with each motion of his lips against hers and each stroke of his tongue against hers. It was almost infuriating.

Okita tried not to but already he could feel a familiar tent constricting in his pants. A growl rumbled through his chest as he tried to will his erection to go down, but to no avail. Like many things, his hormones did not even listen to his silent pleas. This was Kagura, after all. He wasn't supposed to be aroused by her. It's because I haven't gotten laid for a long time, he told himself, trying to assure himself that this girl in his arms was not going to be the one to elicit such a reaction from his body. It was because of work- because he was pent up and hadn't been having any type of action. Yeah. That's it. He attempted to convince himself, but his efforts proved to be futile as Kagura sounded a low moan into the kiss, the sound causing his hard on to twitch. Oh, for fuck's sake. Tired of kidding himself and in dire need for some friction, Okita pulled her impossibly closer towards him until he felt her dress-covered sex pressed hard against his throbbing erection. He relished in the startled gasp that erupted from her throat as he ground against her, trying to ignore the way her supple breasts subtly bounced against the hard contours of his chest as he felt her legs began to tremble.

Kagura wasn't sure if she was supposed to be mortified or turned on. On one hand, it felt so good to have him rubbing against her. On the other hand, this was Okita. Sadistic, annoying Okita who had a knack for pissing her off. Weren't they supposed to hate each other?

Despite the enticing way his hips rubbed against her, Kagura felt the sudden urge to rectify the puddle of heat beginning to form at the pit of her stomach. She abruptly pushed him off before going to land a hard kick on their target, who was preoccupied with drooling over the entire scene before he became victim to Kagura's unforeseen assault.

Okita tried to ignore the wave of disappointment that momentarily overtook him as he felt the loss of friction, followed by the feeling of her hands shoving him away. He turned to look at her just in time to see her leap at their target in one rapid movement- her actions would have been an eagerness to finish the case if it also hadn't screamed out her panic over their shared kiss. It was almost as if she had ran away to prevent herself from basking too much into the sensations. Okita couldn't blame her. He was close to ripping her clothes off when she pushed him.

"Nice job, China. I told you we were going to torture him to make him fess up, not drop-kick him into unconsciousness," he snorted, squashing down the desire to take her by the arms and undress her right there and then as he strolled up to her. His voice had been casual, and was as taunting as usual- but Kagura caught on to the suppressed lust lying dormant underneath.

A pink hue tinted her cheeks as blood rushed through her face, almost angry and embarrassed at the same time at how the sound of his voice managed to ignite her own carnal desires back to life. She shot him a vehement glare as if to redeem herself.

"Shut up. Not my fault I'm too strong," she bragged as she lifted her right arm to indicate her strength, to which Okita gave her a mocking round of applause, his actions dripping heavily with sarcasm. The fury in Kagura's ocean blue irises visibly intensified as she shot daggers at the brown-haired male.

"So, what are we gonna do now? Wait for him to wake up?" Okita questioned as he bent on one knee and poked a finger at the man's body now lying flat on the floor.

He took a mental note on the foam beginning to form at the edges of the man's mouth. As expected of gorilla strength that belonged to the China girl. If there was anything he would praise her for, it would be the pure brawn that she possessed. Not that Okita would willingly admit it, of course.

Kagura's brows furrowed into a deep frown. "Are you that patient that you'd be willing to to wait for him to wake up?" He almost didn't sound like Okita. She was certain he would kick the man while he was down.

And almost as if on cue, Okita stood up and started to tap his feet almost roughly against their target's ribcage. "Not really. I kinda want to shoot him in the head to wake him up."

"He wouldn't be waking up anytime soon if you did that." The China girl managed to halt his devious plans halfway as he pulled out his gun, to which she grabbed at his wrist to stop him from doing something reckless. "You'll be killing him and we'll get into trouble. It's more fun to beat him into a pulp when he's awake."

Okita frowned, but shoved the gun back into the back of his pants before tugging down his shirt in an attempt to block it from view. He noticed that the women flocking around the men had left the moment Kagura exhibited violent behavior, and was grateful that no human being in the club had enough conscious to question what they were doing as the man continued to lie there in his own spit.

"We'll take him to station and keep him in custody until he gains consciousness," he decided after a while.


"Is he even alive?" Kondo's voice resonated in the walls of his office, as he ogled down at what seemed to be a corpse lying on his floor.

Kagura and Okita had arrived ten minutes prior before they elaborated the situation- of course, leaving the steamy make-out session they shared out of the report to avoid unnecessary teasing. Kondo found that it was a necessity to check that the man was still breathing. Knowing Kagura, it wouldn't be impossible for her to literally kick a man to his death.

"Well, that's awfully rude," Kagura angrily huffed with a frown on her pretty face as she crossed her arms in slight indignation. "I didn't kick him that hard." She paused as she pondered it over for a moment. "I think."

Kondo expelled a deep sigh at her unconvincing response before gesturing a hand towards Hijikata to check for a pulse. The mayonnaise addict placed one hand at the side of the man's neck, fingers looking for a pulse before he gave out an 'OK' signal with his thumb and index finger to indicate that their target was indeed still alive.

Relief flooded the gorilla chief's system, his worries alleviated as he heaved another sigh- this time the noise sounded somewhat comforted.

"Well, if he's alive, can I leave now?" Gintoki, who had been picking his nose the whole time, pushed himself off the wall, and made for the door before he was promptly stopped in his tracks by none other than Hijikata himself.

"Oi, where do you think you're going?" Hijikata growled, one hand placed firmly on Gintoki's shoulder to prevent him from leaving. "This is your fault, I'll have you know."

Ire began to rose within the silver-haired man as a nerve visibly popped at the side of his forehead. He unceremoniously threw a booger at Hijikata, who swiftly released his hold on him to avoid his disgusting snot.

"I don't get what bullshit you're talking about," Gintoki hissed, one hand reaching forward to tug roughly at Hijikata's collar. "You wanna say it to my face again before I make you roll over and die? Huh?"

"I'm surrounded by loonies," Kondo grumbled under his breath before he slapped a hand on the mahogany material of his desk to silence the two man's heated bickering. "Toshiro's right, you know? If you had been here instead of running off to get your dick into some chick then the case wouldn't have been given to this two idiots."

"With all due respect, Kondo-san, may I put a bullet in your head?" Okita uttered in his normal monotonous voice, despite his hand already reaching for the weapon strapped to his hip.

Meanwhile, Kagura seemed to holler, holding up one fist in the air in a threatening manner. "Yeah, do you want to say that to my face again, you stalker gorilla? No wonder big sister doesn't like you!"

Kondo didn't seem troubled by the subtle threat and death glares he received from both Okita and Kagura as he was more concerned over the mention of Otae despising his guts. "Who said she doesn't, huh?!" he roared back.

"More importantly, Kondo-san," Hijikata chimed in after having shrugged off Gintoki's tight grip on his shirt, "I'm going to put out a suggestion. Let me interrogate this bastard." He gestured to the man on the floor with a tap of his feet against his shoulder. "I can do a better job than a couple of kids anyway. These two don't have the brains to handle a normal conversation."

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Hijikata-san," Okita vocalized before pulling out a mayonnaise bottle out of nowhere and briskly pushing it into Hijikata's mouth, forcing the older man to consume the contents. "Me and China may not be the best team, but you gotta admit we got the job done anyway. Well, if you're that eager to take over, I don't mind. I'm not really cut out for this interrogation stuff anyway." He threw his black jacket over his shoulder as he spun on his heels to saunter towards the door. "It's a weight off my chest, really. I'm better at killing people off."

"You jackass!" Hijikata snarled at him before a sudden pain surged at his abdomen. He felled to his knees and curled up into a ball on the floor. "What the hell did you put in that mayonnaise bottle, huh?"

Okita's grin was wicked as it spread on his visage, a sadistic gleam evident in his red eyes as he sneered down at the older officer. "Laxatives. Well, I was only helping you with your bowel problems. God knows you spend too long in the toilet. Did you catch some serious case of hemorrhoids from Hattori-san or something?"

A low but amused and satisfied chuckle rumbled through his chest as he set a hand on the doorknob, fingers twisting the door open. But he only managed to push the door wide halfway through before Gintoki ceased him in his tracks with a light tap on the shoulder.

"Well, I'm going to head over to continue playing pachinko so can I count on you to send Kagura home? It's kinda late and all," he said casually, as if he hadn't outrightly announced that he was going to indulge himself in another night of gambling his money away.

Okita visibly frowned. "How about no?"

"Oh, come on! That's the least you could do for me after making me come here and wasting my time!" Gintoki shouted in exasperation.

The brown-haired male's snide remark came almost immediate. "Your addiction to pachinko is what's a waste of time, boss."

"Ugh. Please?" the older male pleaded, despite punching a fist almost painfully at Okita's left shoulder. "Do you ever hear me say please? I'm only going to ask you for a favor just this once. I swear."

Okita knew that he couldn't trust promises made by Gintoki, of all people, but heaved a sigh of defeat at the revelation that he wasn't about to take a no for an answer. He whirled his head around to Kagura- who had been busy glaring and fuming at Gintoki the whole time- and observed as the girl noticed his stare. She frowned, he frowned and then she let out a vanquished sigh.

"Let me get my purse first, okay?"


Okita was entirely uncertain of what prompted him to accept Gintoki's request of walking Kagura home, nor did he have the time to question the reason why it should be him.

For one thing, he was pretty tired to argue with Gintoki- he wasn't sure why he was so exhausted, but he knew that it was mostly caused from the mental strain of thinking too much. After all, the whole day was weird and he was starting to feel odd and awkward around Kagura. And second of all, although a fight with Gintoki sounded tempting enough, Okita found the notion to be quite bothersome- at least for tonight- and felt like he didn't want to engage into a bloody battle with the silver-haired man. Not yet anyway.

And besides, a part of him- a small, minuscule-sized part of him- that he wasn't willing to acknowledge wanted another chance of being alone with her.

Kagura's steps sounded soft, echoing thuds as they strolled their way to her house in the middle of the night. The road was dark, the houses at each side of them were already in a deep slumber as no light illuminated the darkness around them except for the street lamps casting a gentle yellow hue. He took notice of the enticing sway of her hips, and was almost aggravated at the feel of his body heating up at the sight. A savage curse was muttered under his breath as he gripped both hands into fists at either sides of his hips- wanting nothing but to pin her against the wall and make her scream his name.

He had known Kagura for a long while now. Approximately seven years when he stopped to think about it. She had been 14, and he had been 18. The only reason he got acquainted with her was due to his own rivalry with her brother- plus the fact that her close friend/non-blood related brother Gintoki had his own beef with Hijikata, which led to the two of them crossing paths more than once. She had punched his gut the first moment they met for him stealing her canned drink, and he had countered the attack with a sharp kick to the back of her calves, which had managed to break her bones. The ambulance had came by to send her to the hospital and boy, the girl did not go down without a fight. She had flipped him off and shouted a colorful string of curses at him before she was promptly pushed into the vehicle. That had been the day that started it all.

She hadn't been that attractive- well, Okita would admit that he did think she was cute at some point, but back then she lacked all the womanly curves that a girl should have- understandable for her age at the time, of course- so it was like looking at an annoying little brat trying to pick a fight with him more than a potential lover he could tame. Still, for some odd reason, they had ended up in the same line of work- and worse still, had been stationed at the same place. He wasn't sure if fates were trying to play mean tricks on him, but days went by with the two of them trying to send the other into an indefinite coma. And he thought things would remain that way.

But now, leering at her as she walked in front of him, he couldn't deny that Kagura was, in fact, sexy as hell. Her hips was now a more prominent curve, her waist perfectly slim which accentuated her butt and breasts a lot more. And her chest was obviously above average, the mounds seeming to bounce with each step she took. Her long legs was a porcelain snow white, and her vermillion hair swayed alluringly as she strolled.

She was hot, he would give her that. He had noticed it before but hadn't really attempted to check her out purely for the sole reason that most of the time he wanted to choke her out of breath than actually bed her. But after what took place between them, after having a taste of her once, Okita found that he wanted more.

The arousal was almost overbearing as it over-flooded his system, his body acting against his will as his cock hardened in the fabric of his pants. His fingers twitched to touch her, to ravage her and his mouth parted in need of savoring every inch of her. Fuck Kagura for making him feel this way- and fuck him too for letting his hormones get the better of him.

He hated her- he still hated her, but Okita knew what he wanted. He wasn't the type to shrink away from reality and stubbornly declare that she didn't get him all hot and bothered. Not after what happened. If he wanted something, he would ask for it without beating around the bush. It didn't really matter who the other person was. Besides, hate sex was still sex, and he was Okita Sougo. He would always try to pursue what he wanted. Taming a feisty beast like her would certainly be a challenge- and he wasn't sure if she could be tamed in the first place. But still, Okita was a go-getter and he wasn't going to let his pride stop him from claiming what he needed.

"Hey," Okita called out to her before grabbing at her arm, spinning her around to face him. Kagura creased her brows into a deep frown, but said nothing and he understood that as a cue for him to go on, "wanna head back to my place instead?"