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.

A/N: So, the problems I was facing got settled pretty quickly (thank god for that). I can't disclose too much personal details, but all I can say is that it was a mountain-load of misunderstandings with my family and my extended family. Couldn't really focus on writing fanfics because of how big the issue got. I guess it's one of the downsides of the pandemic, but everyone's so on edge and people are getting testy for no reason sometimes. Still, everything was sorted out quite fast once everyone tried to discuss, so I'm glad and back on writing again. It wasn't a very long wait for my readers, which is another fact that I'm grateful for. The drama DID make me pretty exhausted though.

Chapter 5

Kamui found it a little weird.

His sapphire orbs ogled at his sister's appearance, the younger Yato sitting languidly on the couch with one hand picking her nose and the other one clutching the remote as she skipped through one channel after another for something interesting to watch. His mind came up with a savage curse directed towards Gintoki as he noted her lack of feminine demeanor before he pushed the murderous notions aside to mull over a more bizarre prospect. His gaze lingered on the red turtleneck shirt she wore before trailing lower still to the baggy pants adorning her legs. A frown marred his forehead before it dissipated into thin air in a swift motion as he briskly slipped on his ever prominent smile when Kagura unabashedly ordered him to get her more ice cream, despite having devoured a box full of the strawberry-flavored icy treat on her lap.

As he stepped into the kitchen and strolled for the fridge, Kamui still found it a little weird.

After all, Kagura wasn't exactly the type to have a lot of wardrobe choice - but if she ever had to wear anything remotely different, it would be Chinese dresses with different colours and different embroidered patterns. If ever she felt a little bit more adventurous, the least she would wear were a few modern outfits here and there, though most tended to reveal at least some skin at either her legs or arms. That was why, as Kamui seized a hold on the chocolate delight that was the box of his ice cream in his hand before shutting the refrigerator close again, he found it incredibly weird.

It was almost as if his sister was trying to hide something from him. She would always shower him - and a lot of other people, he was sure - with incessant complaints about how hot and sweaty she would get if she wore anything that was made by a material too thick for her comfort. If her insults at the women who more or less covered themselves in thick layers of clothing weren't anything to go by, her inclined preference towards attires that gravitated for leaving little to no imagination to what was underneath was testimony enough.

Kagura's hand had been under her shirt, preoccupied with scratching at her currently exposed and bloated belly when he went back into the living room. She threw the booger she succeeded to pull out to god knows where before she discerned his entrance and quickly yanked her arm out of her shirt, tugging the hem of the fabric down with a lightning speed Kamui didn't expect she was capable of possessing. Kamui's eyes followed the brown snot on her pinky finger as she flicked it away and it landed somewhere between the coffee table and the TV. He took a mental note to be extra cautious in his tracks before noticing her unorthodox behavior and deciding that yes, his sister was acting a little too strange for his taste.

The gears in his head worked their magic, spinning before clicking as he put two and two together, the revelation dawning at him that she was either trying to hide food under her shirt in order to prevent having to share with him or that she was attempting to conceal… other things from his scrutinizing stare. He hoped it was the former, but a part of him was more suspicious of the latter probability. With her unhealthy obsession with picking fights with a ton of people for no reason - something she probably caught from Kamui, no doubt - the notion of her trying to stow away bruises was not only impossible, but a laughable concept as well. He and the baldy were used to seeing her covered in dirt and wounds, and were more accustomed to having to check her in and out of the hospital.

"Oi," Kamui called for her, tucking the box of ice cream behind his back when she tried to snatch it out of his grasp. Her brows connected to form a frown, but the fearsome smile on his visage didn't waver even in the slightest. It sent chills down Kagura's spine. "I was wondering this for a while now, but you're not doing anything behind your big brother's back, are you?"

Kagura visibly blanched, pondering if he perceived her odd conduct before endorsing a tight scowl in a blatant attempt to show that she hadn't been doing anything that might have ignited his and papi's spite. "What, since when did you care?" she scoffed, "I've been going around telling guys off, if that's what you're talking about. Can't blame them for pining over a sweet little lady like myself, but unfortunately, none of them suit my understandably high standards," she gloated with a hand gestured to her chest, an arrogant smirk tugging at her lips.

Kamui was further convinced that she wasn't disclosing the full truth. Though her bragging without conjecture was a regular occurrence, some of the involuntary body language she made gave away her bluff. After all, the slight twitching on one corner of her mouth and the accompanied twitching of one of her eyebrows could only indicate one thing: she was lying and she was bad at it.

"There was that one time you disappeared to who knows where. Me and Baldy had to wander around the city looking for you," he reminded her, the smile never faltering on his features in spite of the chastising edge in his voice.

"You and papi worry too much," came Kagura's snarl as a response. "I'm a big girl, 21 years old. I think I'm more than capable of taking care of myself," she finished with an indignant huff as she crossed her arms over her chest in a silent rebellion.

Kamui wisely opted to correct her. "You might be 21 but I'm four years older than you. You'd do well to listen to me once a while."

The woman perked up her ears as she caught on to the distinct imbue of annoyance in his timbre. Her lips tugged down into a thin line of muted chagrin. She wanted to tell him that she had been busy cheering for Gin-chan at the pachinko parlor, but stopped herself as she felt like it would be too obvious a lie because he might have come across the curly-haired sweet tooth at one point in their search for her. Seriously though, she presumed the issue was settled and done with, especially after the amount of bones in her body her brother and papi had managed to break in their little angry tirade.

"Are you sleeping with someone?" Kamui insisted when she was unresponsive, his words causing the girl to give out a tiny, momentary jump, her actions inadvertently confirming his suspicions. His smile eventually dropped from his face as his blue irises narrowed into dangerous slits. "Who is it?"

"Ugh! Why do you and papi always treat me like a kid? I'm a grown up already, stop being so overprotective! And give me my goddamn ice cream before it melts, you asshole!" Kagura growled, somewhat peeved that he had succeeded to figure it out despite herself being confident that she had divulged no sort of hints in any way possible.

Removing herself from the couch. she tried to land a sharp kick on his shin, the frown outlined on her mouth considerably deepening when Kamui calmly jumped out of the way, the ice cream in his hands still not acquitted from his clutches.

"The asshole is the guy who stuck it in you and didn't bother to take the initiative to meet your family first before fucking you," Kamui verbalized the snide remark as he landed safely on the coffee table, but not before kicking her gut and sending her flying back to the couch, the furniture falling to the mahogany floor under his brute force. "I'd be willing to bet a million yen that you're covered in hickies."

"Are you in love with me or something?" Kagura hissed as she got to her feet, vividly aware of the numbing sensation on her stomach as a result of his assault. "I'm not into incest. Go and sleep with papi, for all I care." She lurched forward with her fists in the air, showering him with an onslaught of punches and kicks, her irritation sprouting as he avoided each attack with a set of graceful, effortless swerves of his form.

"Is there something wrong with your brain? I don't think of you like that," Kamui corrected her as he clenched his hand over her right fist, stopping her just as she was about to strike his face. "I have to make sure that this isn't some horny douchebag trying to take advantage of my precious little sis." He gave one flick of his wrist and spun her around before pummeling her face first to the coffee table, the material flipping sideways and sending Kagura's bowl of chips flying to the wall, the sound of glass breaking high-pitched and echoing in the room.

A growl, low and dangerous, rumbled in Kagura's chest as she went to push herself off the floor, only to be rammed down yet again as Kamui placed one foot over her back and propelled it harshly downwards to keep her still. "Is this an interrogation or are you trying to kill me?" she roared at him as she turned her head to the side to regard him with a heated glare.

"I think you're used to my assassination attempts by now," he uttered drily, a hint of sarcasm latent in the tone he assumed.

He surveyed her, his pair of blues darting to her back as her shirt was hoisted upwards during their sibling scuffle, not enough to bare her breasts to his view - thankfully - but enough to expose flushed, porcelain skin tainted with blue and purple lovebites adorning her flesh. He counted fifteen on just half of her back that was revealed to him, and could only reckon that there was a lot more on the various parts still obstructed from his gaze. Whoever the scum was, he obviously had a possessive and a sadistic streak - somewhat similar to Kamui, causing him to scowl. The protective older brother wasn't fond of the newfound bit of information, to say the least.

Men were wolves - uninhibited lustful beasts thinking of nothing but sex and leaving their dicks hanging out of their pants to the public view. But a guy who would render a woman with his marks all over her was more than a wolf - he was a monster and a sad excuse of a man. Of course, Kamui was also the epitome of this, so in spite of everything, he still understood the need to stake one's claim, though he didn't exactly appreciate it when it was done to his sister. She might have a knack to piss him off but she was still his sister and Kamui was going to investigate who the little shithead she was seeing was. Inwardly, he hoped that at least it was a boyfriend and tried to brush aside the musing that Kagura might be sleeping around.

"Is it the ugly dumbass who always has a finger regularly in his nose? The one who made you pick up that disgusting habit as well, might I add?" he asked her, the persistence in his voice evident as he composedly applied pressure on her back, shoving her down with each of her efforts to get him off of her. He's too old for you, he's half your age, he's lazy and good for nothing. His curls are hideous as fuck and his face is the most grotesque face you can ever expect to see. A mountain-load of excuses conjured up in his head, but he refused to voice them out loud, not until she affirmed his question.

"Gin-chan is like a second dad, you half-wit," Kagura barked, a repulsed look flitting over her feminine features at the prospect of the sweet tooth bedding her. Then again, the guy she was sleeping with wasn't really any better, to be honest.

"Is it the virgin, four eyes then?" he went on, refusing to back down that easily. He would spit out the name of every guy he knew she knew until she would give him some sort of implication that he had hit the jackpot. Already, he could come up with the line of thoughts: You'd go for the most plain-looking guy ever? He's so bland, you can throw Vegeta and Kurosaki Ichigo into the mix and he'd still be bland. And isn't he just a pair of glasses?

"No." Kagura scrunched her nose in revulsion as she clamped her mouth tight and rolled her eyes in barely contained irritation. "I see him as a brother, it would have been weird to see him in a different light - a more useful, nicer brother than you, might I add," she spoke in an effort to rile him up. It worked when she felt more pressure being forced down on her back. She was sure he'd broken some bones in her ribcage. Well, not like what she pronounced was false to begin with though.

"Mayo guy?"

"I'd rather die than let him feed me any of that mayo dick."

"Gorilla then."

"I don't have a thing for guys who are as old to be my uncle, mind you. And he's a stalker and a disgusting perv who doesn't even remotely have any handsome-producing cells in his genes."

"...Hase-whatever-his-name-was?"

"It's Hasegawa, and that's a blatant hell no."

"Katsu… or whoever that one long-haired guy was."

"It's Zura, you nincompoop. Are you sure you're cut out for this? You don't even remember their names."

This kept going and going until the list of names reached its end, Kamui growing increasingly impatient with each inaccurate assumption, and Kagura becoming more uncomfortable and angry at the fact that he still refused to let her go. His foot was stinky and it was starting to hurt.

There was only one less possible victim to his upcoming intent for a bloodbath, and it was the one Kamui had expected the least. After all, he was pretty sure that his sister and the dumbass weren't on good terms to begin with. But after trying to detect a lie somewhere in her pushing each guess down his throat and finding no indication of fabrications, he was the single candidate left. Kamui hoped it wasn't the case but a part of him was certain that his speculation wasn't far off the mark.

"Is it… Bakakita?" he drawled the words slowly, suppressing the urge to grab a kitchen knife and slice down everyone as he spoke as calmly as possible. Kagura was silent and the frustration piling in the pits of his stomach reached its boiling point. "It's him, isn't it?" he exhorted, regardless of Kagura's lack of rebuttals being answer enough.

When Kagura pursed her lips forward in thought and her wider, blue eyes whirled to the side to avoid his unwavering, darkening gaze, Kamui knew he was right.

He was going to find the sadist with poop-colored hair and end his life. Cut him to pieces and feed his body parts to the den of snakes Takasugi kept as pets.


AnonymousSiren- Aw, thanks! No, it's fine. Your words are enough to get me through the hellish days, lol. The concern is greatly appreciated. But thankfully, the issues got resolved faster than I expected so here I am, with a new update for all of my wonderful readers. :D

lightbattery- Aww, that's good then! Lmao, we're all perverts over here XD. I second you with how there aren't enough M-rated fics featuring Okikagu, which is why I added this story to hopefully relieve at least some of the fandom's cravings. Lol, you're sweet and funny. You made me laugh with that blood donor comment. I guess I don't have to worry about anyone dying of blood loss because of this fic then. Fortunately, the problems are over with so I'm fine and dandy and back to writing. It wasn't a long wait. XD

Aru29- Here is the update you've been looking forward to! Hope you'll enjoy it and thanks for the support.