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 9

"Oi, China. You taking a shit in there or something?"

Okita's impartial voice reverberated in a muffled tone through the other side of the door as a couple of knocks followed his rather crude and offensive comment. Kagura shot a withering look at the wooden door, a surge of irritation building in her gut as she allowed herself only a fraction of a second to spare a fleeting, final glance at her appearance in the mirror's reflection. She tucked a single tendril of vermillion hair behind her ear before trudging - or rather, stomping - her way towards the door. A thin line of muted chagrin outlined itself on her lips as she clenched her fist around the doorknob and harshly wrenched the door open, almost tugging it off of its hinges due to her brute force as she levelled an icy glare on the male cop.

She disregarded his wandering eyes as she briskly drummed out a snappy remark, "Shut up, chihuahua. Can't you be a little more patient?"

But the sadist was far from listening to her angry ramblings as his crimson-colored irises darted up and down her form, taking in everything he possibly could as he discerned the rather revealing attire she was clad in. The off-shoulders, black crop top she wore accentuated her well-endowed breasts and bared the flushed skin of her porcelain-shaded shoulders to his shameless leer. Her buxom hips were made more prominent due to the light blue denim short pants she was donning, the material clinging tightly to her derriere and only reaching a little past her ass. Bright scarlet high heels decorated her feet, and he could see the equally blazing ruby hue painted on her toe nails.

The words rippled out of him before he could stop himself, "Damn, little piggie. Are you trying to seduce me or something?"

He expertly avoided her leg just in time for her to maneuver it towards his ribcage. Kagura's heated stare intensified tenfold as she detected the scintilla of lust dancing in his wine red orbs, the desire mingling with a gleam of open appreciation as he continued to lecherously ogle her from head to toe.

"You're the pig. You're a disgusting pig, in fact. Stop staring at me, you're making my skin crawl," she hissed at him, hostility palpable in her tight voice as she spun on her heels to grab her purse that was situated on the timber-materialed bench next to the long row of blue tinctured lockers. She drew her lips tight, endorsing an angry scowl in an attempt to obscure the arousal pooling in between her thighs under his unabashed, hungry view. "And who takes a crap inside the changing room anyway? I hope you're not confusing me with the gorilla chief."

"Of course not. Gorillas don't look this fuckable." The speck of mischief in his voice matched the exuberant glint in his carmine pupils as he permitted himself only a brief, indulgent glance at the enticing sway of her hips when she pivoted her body around temporarily to shut the door close. He instantly peered up at her seemingly exasperated features again as she turned to face him once more. "I think I'll be rendering you unconscious after rounds of rough sex tonight. Mind trying BDSM this time around, China?"

She rolled her eyes at him as if in a form of indicated displeasure, though the effect wore off due to telltale signs of a blush on her cheeks as blood rushed to her head from the implication in his words. "Maybe, if I'm the one dominating you," she threw out the snarky interpose in a sarcastic baritone in a discreet endeavor to shroud her own ardour puddling in her gut as she swirled her petite figure to the side and ambled along the long corridor. Okita's echoing, thudding footsteps blared from behind her as he followed her stride, and Kagura could just feel his eyes brazenly fixed on her rear end again.

"Now, now, piggie. You know that I'm always the one in charge," the well-articulated letters bubbled out his throat along with a low, guttural growl, the repressed want in the snarl patent as it resounded in her ears.

"Well, one day, I'm going to steal your throne, you annoying sadist," her ill-tempered interpose rumbled through her chest like an immediate impulse as she pointed an accusing finger at his face.

The high-pitched, gladdened fit of laughter that erupted from his throat not only served as a propellant to the fire burning in her loins, but also had the infuriating added effect of causing her heart to pulsate wildly in speedy, booming palpitations under her chest. Butterflies appeared to flutter against the insides of her belly as warmth colored her cheeks in a light, salmon pink tinge.

She was thankful for the dwindling of the sensations the moment his hand reached to cup her plump ass, but utilized hers to slap his callous fingers away as he uttered his snide riposte, "Come on, China. You say that everytime, but you know who always ends up winning when it comes to sex."


"One table for two."

Kagura's ocean blue irises rapidly swept here and there to survey the surroundings in the restaurant as Okita was preoccupied with securing a table for them. She tried to scan the area for the potential signs of their target, a torrent of impatience budding inside her as she noted that there was not even an inkling of their supposed criminal. She waited for another moment for Okita to finish and grudgingly watched him as he flashed a heart-thumping smile at one of the staff behind the desk, ignoring the speck of envy striking at the middle of her chest as he then sauntered towards her.

"Playboy much?" The taunting interject left her lips in suppressed jealousy, though Okita failed to perceive the quelled sentiment as Kagura sought to push down the bitterness gripping her at her sides. Why the hell should I give a damn if he flirts with another woman? The line of thought passed her mind in an inward huff as an incomprehensible frisson of outrage at herself and at him continued to pour over her.

He sent her a short-lived, inquisitive glimpse from his peripheral vision, but then directed his gaze elsewhere as he skimmed their vicinity for their target. His response rolled off his tongue in his habitually indifferent baritone, "It helps to try and worm your way into someone's good books once a while, China. Maybe you should try it instead of trying to punch your way into basically everything."

Her brusque retaliation came in only a split second. "With your constant wooing with every girl you come across, I would assume you're trying to worm your way into her pants instead." The profuse billow of envy exuded from her throat before she could stop herself, clamping her lips shut and chewing nervously on the tip of her tongue once the revelation dawned on her that she had momentarily lost her cool.

Okita averted his red orbs towards her again, a trace of curiosity fusing with borderline concern as he studied Kagura's rather miffed-contorted features. One delicate, single brown eyebrow rose to disappear into his bangs as he caught the suspicious insinuation of jealousy in her controlled timbre.

He parted his lips to question her what was wrong, but Kagura cut him short before he could even pronounce one syllable. "At any rate, didn't you say that the intel disclosed to us that he would be here? I don't see his silhouette at all," the girl alternated the subject before he could prod further into the matter, trying to disregard the shivers of delight travelling down to the base of her spine as he wrapped an arm around the small of her back, fingers brushing against her sides as he positioned a hand on her waist.

She let him guide her to their table as he apathetically supplied, "Patience, piggie. I'm sure he'll turn up somewhere. Don't make fun of Yamazaki's stalking tendencies. It's why we put him up to the task of collecting info in the first place."

This earned a horrified and startled gasp from his partner. "You trust him? For all we know, he could have made an error somewhere because he probably got too distracted with trying to masturbate to Tama to focus on the job."

"You're giving him too much discredit there, China," he retorted in a light chastising tone, though the undertones of amusement was latent in his rich, smooth voice. He ushered her to her seat once they had reached their table, reluctantly releasing the hold he had around her to gracefully pull the chair aside before gesturing a hand towards her as if in a token for her to seat first.

Kagura ignored the wave of disappointment that rushed through her as she felt him remove his arm from her figure, disregarding the loss of warmth as she arched a single, well-sculpted vermillion eyebrow at him in a startled manner at the unexpected action. But she didn't resist as he seized a firm but gentle grip around her hand, his fingers temporarily squeezing hers as he led her to her chair. Her heart did a somersault, but once again, she brushed aside the feeling as she perched herself on the chair.

He waited for her to take her seat before pottering along the table towards his, stationing himself on his chair as he continued to inspect each and every citizen in the restaurant for some kind of modicum of their targeted drug ring leader. His search, however, didn't last long as Kagura expelled an abrupt bouts of girlish giggles, the pleasant sound garnering his attention as he directed his gaze back to her.

A few more seconds passed before Kagura's beguiling chortles shortly subsided, leaving in its wake only a charming, impertinent grin spreading on her lips and an admittedly endearing pink hue coloring her cheeks in a pretty glow. "Kinda weird that you're acting all gentlemanly now, considering you've been an asshole towards me for as long as I could remember," came her derogatory remark, the interpose merging with a morsel of hilarity detectable in her voice. The twinkle of levity in her sapphire irises complemented her amused tonality as she levelled him with a long, hard but teasing stare.

Okita reckoned the display was rather adorable, only to contravene the unexpected, sudden perception of him seeing that she was cute a moment later as he rolled his eyes at her. "You've hurt this police officer's feelings. I might have to punish you later." His voice sounded lower than he meant it to be, but Okita made sure to couple it with a good sprinkle of sarcasm in the hopes that she didn't notice the effect she had on him.

Fortunately enough - or not, Okita couldn't tell - the beguiling grin at the corners of her lips faltered as it was briskly replaced with a tiny scowl of uncurbed rancour. Her feminine visage wore a stony guise as she echoed drily, "You know what, never mind. You're back to being a scumbag in my perspective." The tart interject rumbled out of her with the addition of a loud scoff as she threw her head back and shot him a look of disdain.

"And yet, you've been letting this scumbag treat you like a cock-sheathe for a while now," Okita's witty remark rippled out of him in an instant as an equally sardonic smirk slanted at the edges of his lips, though the nuances of a seductive tone laid dormant beneath. He observed and resisted the urge to burst out laughing as the girl's cheeks colored bright scarlet in embarrassment from his crude choice of words. Kagura, of all people, was sputtering and stumbling over her words as she tried to recoup her composure.

It was a few moments later when she finally did and she sounded an angry huff in return. "I hate you," she retorted lamely, acutely aware of her weak remark but uncaring of it regardless. She was more than grateful when he raised his arms in defeat and halted his attempts at poking fun at her, a howl of pleasant-chiming guffaws leaving his lips all the while.

She hated him for being the cause of the butterflies inexplicably soaring in her stomach once again as the sound of his laughter prompted warmth and a sliver of affection to cloak around her heart. Although, such as the theme of her stubbornly denying the probability of catching feelings for him, Kagura opted to repudiate the sensation nevertheless.

Okita parted his lips to utter something out once his throes of chortles died down, but stopped himself mid-sentence as he caught a familiar face. "Oi, China," he spoke, features turning solemn as his voice adopted an equally stern baritone. "Got our guy. Don't kick him to death this time, alright?"

Kagura followed his gaze, averting her ocean blue orbs just in time to see a rather good-looking man step out from the double panel doors leading to the kitchen. His well-kempt mane was of dark blue locks, seeming to glint under the orange-hue lights in the restaurant as he balanced a couple of trays filled with food and beverages with both hands. His slanted, almost cat-like pupils were a rich aurelian in tincture, radiant and charismatic as he placed a few plates and glasses on one of the customers' tables. The never wavering attractive smile on his visage broadened ever so slightly as he conversed with one of the ladies at the table who was all too clearly gushing over his striking appearance.

"Wow," the single word escaped her lips in an inadvertent, awestruck murmur as she proceeded to stare at their target. "With a face like that, I can't believe that he's doing some shady business behind the scenes. He could have passed off as some kind of idol, really. He got the look down at least. Didn't think he was such an eye candy though. His pictures in the file don't serve his looks much justice."

A twinge of jealousy coiled around Okita's heart like a stubborn snake threatening to deprive him of air as Kagura's open admiration reverberated in the air around them. Nevertheless, his stronger sense of pride compelled him into retracting the envy no doubt sprouting in his chest as he quickly tried to snub the feeling from his system.

"Well, with him being a criminal and all, might want to keep your ovaries from exploding too much, China," he riposted in a snarky interpose, the suppressed bitterness in his timbre apparent but Kagura was blissfully ignorant of it as she hoisted an arm up in a beckoning gesture towards their target.

"Whatever, you ugly chihuahua. Might want to get close to him though if we're planning to reprimand him," Kagura countered with a bitter hiss, swiftly assuming a friendly, almost too wide grin for Okita's taste as their target in question eventually noticed her.

Okita drew his lips tight, watching as their wanted offender excused himself from the table he was at with a bewitching, polite smile and made to stroll his way towards their table. Although, in the brief second their target's eyes swept over Kagura's figure, an appreciative glint palpable in his molten gold orbs, Okita could have sworn the jealousy pooling in his gut only seemed to uplift to more overwhelming heights. When the man's lips inclined upwards into a charming, flirtatious smile as his aurelians locked with Kagura's blue ones, Okita tried to thwart the impulse to punch him in the face.

He didn't care if China thought the guy was fetching. He didn't care if the guy also thought China was fetching. It wasn't as if China and him had anything serious at all going between them. Okita really didn't give a damn if she ended up fucking their target in the end.

...Or at least he wasn't supposed to care.


A/N: I do apologize for the late update. I've actually been suffering from a rather small author's block lmao. I have an idea of how the story is going to progress, but I get a blank when it comes to connecting the dots and coming up with good enough conversations XD. Also, my updates might end up becoming more sporadic by the time March comes as I'll be going for an internship program in an architecture firm. Still, I hope this chapter is to my reader's liking!

lightbattery- Aw, I'm glad I made you smile! You're sweet. Well, yes, please do expect more drama and jealousy after this lmao. I really don't know if you read my mind or something, but yes, in a way, he is interested in Kagura. Though that much is obvious at the end of this update lmao XD. Okita's gonna be having competition and hell is going to break loose.

JuneyOkikagu- Aw, if you really do check for my update everyday, I feel bad for updating so late :(. And thank you, cramps are really the worst. I would always go through nausea and the pain would get too extreme sometimes. It puts me off writing, that's for sure. But thank you again for the compliment! I'm glad you think that my chapters are high-quality. I always worry that my story isn't good enough, so your review is more than reassuring and motivating. Hope you'll enjoy this chapter as well!

AnonymousSiren- Lol, look forward to a lot of denial and drama as well XD! And thank you for the concern, I'm all better now but I've been getting rather busy as of late. But yes, cramps make you want to stay in bed all the time. I'm honestly amazed at myself for managing to write the last chapter lol, especially since I was seated on the chair the whole time. And you're welcome! I try to please my readers even if I'm in pain XD. Unless my schedule is too busy, in which I'll make sure to inform you guys firsthand if it does.