This chapter….-.- I-I don't know. It's OK I guess. I'm feeling quite depressed cause I have been reading these Kingdom Heart fanfictions and there all so well written and beautiful and I just want to cry in a corner when I compare mine to those God like fanfictions.
Well enough of my ranting! I'm sorry that this is a bit late in the week, I was planning to upload it on Tuesday but I didn't get to finish it. SORRY *jumps off cliff*
Well I hope you enjoy this chapter :)
Disclaimer: SORACHI OWNS GINTAMA ETC ETC YOU KNOW THE REST
It was the perfect day for a funeral. The sky was a heap of swirling gray clouds, blocking out any rays of sunlight. And the rain, the rain fell softly throughout the entire event as if it knew it should not be so loud on a occasion such like this.
A crowd stood in front of a gravestone, occupied mostly by students. The sound of crying and sobbing could be heard. Otae, known as the strong confident woman, was a crumpled mess against the man that she usually despises, Kondo, as she sobbed her heart out. Kondo did not take advantage of the situation but instead just patted the girls back his face grim, his bottom lip trembling ever so slightly. Hijikata on the other hand did not cry. He stood there and for once did not have a cigarette in respect for Kagura.
Everyone she was close to were there. The whole of Class 3-Z, many teachers she has befriended, the school secretary Tsukuyo, and even the principal Otose-chan shed a tear for the unfortunate child. She was a foul mouth, rude, glutton and violet girl. But she was kind. And everyone loved her dearly.
Umibozu had made it just in time for the funeral from a business trip that he was overseas for. The expression on his face when he arrived was completely devastated. He had denied it.
"SHE'S NOT DEAD. No...Not like my wife! KAGURA'S NOT DEAD!" He had screamed grabbing the front of Ginpachi's suit.
No one tried to stop him as Umibozu threw himself onto the ground becoming a pathetic weeping mess. They all understood that the ordeal he was going through must be ten times worse than how they felt. Imagine losing your wife, going overseas so you could get the money to support your family and then come back to find your daughter dead.
Kamui, on the other hand, did not attend the funeral. No one knew where he was, so it was impossible to get the news to him.
In front of the grave yard two figures stood tall and strong. Ginpachi-sensei and Shinpachi kept a straight face the entire time. Kagura has been taken care and living with the both of them for more than 2 years. The two felt like they lost a daughter or sister.
Kagura's body had lit up in flames that day. And she was cremated. Her ashes lay in a jar ready to be set free.
Kagura's gravestone was placed at the top of a cliff where the sun usually shines.
"She should at least have a nice sunny spot in the afterlife" Ginpachi had stated.
As the funeral neared its end Kagura's ashes flew away from the cliff, into the sky that was now beginning to clear up. Ginpachi's arms lowered as he still held the now empty ashes jar, after just setting Kagura flying. Sun rays broke through the clouds and shined upon her gravestone.
"Here lies a brave girl who has faced and countered many dangers. But alas that luck did not last for this young lady.
Loved and cared for by many, Kagura Yato will forever be in everyone's hearts.
We all wish for you to reunited with your dear Mother
3/11/199X – 4/7/20XX"
Her funeral was now finished.
Everyone trudged away with heavy hearts. Hijikata had a deep scowl on his face.
"Stupid sadist. He's the only one who didn't come!" The mayo lover finally lit a cigarette, took a long drag and sighed with sorrow.
When everyone was gone, the clouds have completely vanished and the rain dribbled away leaving behind a rainbow. The birds gathering around the gravestone, pecking at anything they could find. They whipped their heads around at the sound of footseps.
The birds scattered out into the sky with panicked cry's as a boy crouched before Kagura's gravestone, holding a packet of sunkunbo which he placed in front of the grave.
"Stupid China. Why did you have to go and die? You said you would be by my side. Heh…. you're really bad at keeping promises, silly girl." His crimson colored eyes were completely lifeless.
"I was watching the whole funeral… Can you believe how many people were crying? It was hilarious!" The boy then laid himself down, next to her grave, with a smile on his face. But that smile meant nothing for it was as lifeless as his eyes. "Pfff , What idiot will cry over you?"
As the orange sun set, the color reminded him of her. Especially of her hair.
That afternoon no one but the birds could hear the choked up sobbing.
Chapter 3: Let's Forget
Everyone took Kagura's death pretty hard. Especially Ginpachi and Shinpachi.
In the first week of her death Shinpachi cooked up a meal at Ginpachi's house, the glasses kid hollered out Kagura's name saying that he had cooked up her favorite meal. Shinpachi had then froze mid-sentence remembering….That Kagura wasn't going to be eating his food anymore. After that Shinpachi didn't cook for a few months in depression (he even ate Otae's burnt whatever they are).
Ginpachi on the other hand was lost. He felt like it was his fault that she had died. "Kagura was my responsibility!" He had muttered countless of times when he was found drinking. For about a month he was in a state that nobody was able to fix. But Ginpachi as always pulled himself out of his self-wallowing. He tried to act his old carefree self. Everyone knew he was only putting up an act up though, to make sure he doesn't make the students feel down.
The girls of the class, with Otae leading them, decorated Kagura's seat with flowers and letters.
"We got to pull ourselves together! Kagura would laugh at us if she saw how we were dealing with her death!" Otae was one of the first to pull herself out of depression and due to that it helped encourage many other classmates, especially the females, to keep a smile on their faces.
Meanwhile police and investigators tried to find clues or the whereabouts of Kagura's murderor. But the strange thing was that they could not find any clues except for the weopon used against Kagura. The knife was just a small thing but with jagged edges. Kagura was stabbed twice in the chest, the first time was fatal but Kagura could have survived it, but it was the second wound that caused most damage to the girl. It was plunged fully on the right side, close to her heart. The police could not detect many fingerprints on the knife other than Kagura's. After half a year, the search was given up and the case was placed in the police's folders filled with the other forgotten cases.
It took a while for everything to fall into place again but after 7 long months things were finally going well. Though not forgotten, Kagura became a distant memory in the back of their minds.
As they busied themselves with their usual daily routines classmates were able to laugh, to make jokes once again. Even Ginpachi and Shinpachi didn't have to hold up their fake painful smile on their faces. But it was not like they were trying to forget the girl, quite the opposite really. The classmates kept her seat and desk in the class, with no one in it, it was cleaned and there was always a vase with a dandelion in it. The students of Class-3Z every now and then could mention her without feeling sad, and laugh at her old jokes she used to tell them all. In the morning as the students file in the class many smile, give a nod or even whisper "hello" to her empty desk. It kept the classmates content to imagine Kagura giving her cheerful grin as they greet her. It was almost as if they were pretending that she has never left them.
But there was only one person not going along with that façade.
Okita Sougo did not attend school for a month after the Kagura's death. But when he finally decided to come again he was completely fine. He had laughed at Otae for always refilling the vase on Kagura's desk wondering out loud why she doing something so usless. Otae had given him a withering look
"It's out of respect for Kagura" she had spat in disgust at his behavior. The other classmates, even Kondo included, thought what the Sadist had said was being a bit harsh but he was unfazed.
"Who the hell is Kagura?" The sadist gave a smirk tilting his head in mock confusion.
Then and there the classmates and Ginpachi realized something was wrong. Okita kept a straight face, still acting like the same old sadist, as if nothing was the matter. Everyone repeatedly mentioned Kagura to him but he just shook his head with a frown, declaring that he never met her.
He was denying the fact that Kagura had ever even existed.
Because of this, it was now apparent to everyone that Okita really did care. He cared dearly for his now deceased rival. And the fact that she has left him had hurt him so much that he could not bear the pain anymore. So he deleted her from his brain.
"It will only take time to heal the pain of loss. For Okita though it will take longer than we expected." Ginpachi had said once Kondo and Hijikata asked what they should do. Ginpachi carried a faraway look in his dark eyes, as if he knew the feeling himself.
One Year Later After Kagura's Death-
"Why does it have to be so fricken hot." Okita scowled. He hated all this heat. It made him always fell sticky as well as uncomfortable. And while he enjoyed watching everyone else moaning in misery, the girls making ugly faces at how sweaty they were, Okita still preferred the cold.
He missed when it was autumn.
Okita has never told anyone before but it was his favorite season. He loved the colors mostly from the leaves that fell from the trees creating a carpet of orange and red. His favorite colors.
The sadist finally arrived at his house. He goes inside the empty house and slips his shoes off, and then makes his way to his bedroom.
When Okita is inside of his room he plomps himself down onto the bed. The curtain's were half drawn barely letting any light through, the sound of the crickets cherping could be heard.
The boy closes his eyes "I'm finally home" Okita mumble.
Opening his eyes he then sits up and gives the wall opposite of him a determined look.
His wall was a mess.
It was covered completely of paper, newspaper articles, photos as well as hand drawn maps of things.
Okita has built this little pile of clues himself for over a year.
Every little clue revolving around Kagura's murder.
He had become his own detective knowing full well that that the Police wouldn't be much help.
Everyone was wrong.
Okita just put up an act of pretending not to know Kagura, he felt like it was an easy way to deal with his feelings.
He couldn't forget. It was impossible for him to "forget her existence".
She was always in his mind. Flitting in and out of his thoughts.
He felt like it was a curse.
No matter how he tried or what he did he just felt overwhelming pain. Over time he begun to wonder…why did Kagura leave him? Who was it that did this, to cause him to feel like this?
Who was it that killed Kagura?
And then it clicked. Okita came to the conclusion that he cannot move on until he finds out who was the murderer. And then he can finally be free from this "curse".
"ARRGH" The usualy monotone Okita kicked the wall in frustration. Like every other night he was studying his clues, as well as reasearching. But, alas, as always he could get nothing. He had no really big clues to lead him to anything. The boy didn't know if the killer just murdered Kagura because he was crazy or if it was maybe for personal issues.
Sighing Okita turns on his computer to play his favorite game, "ZOMBIE PARTY IX". It always calmed the sadists nerves as he slaughtered the many bodys with his bazooka. He also liked this version of Zombie Party, for he can also kill his companions that he has created, Okita likes to name all of them Hijikata.
This time he created many Hijikata companions. He needed to hear the screams, especially tonight. For when the clock hits 1.00 it would mean it has been an entire year.
An entire year since the murder. Yes, for it was the anniversary of Kagura's death tomorrow. Which was less than ten minutes away.
"One Hijikata is blown up."
Okita begins to mumble to himself, counting under his breath.
"Two Hijikata's are blown up."
Okita presses rapidly on the space bar, shooting his bazooka.
"Three Hijikata's are blown up."
He keeps a deadpanned face while plays.
"Six Hijikata's are blown up."
Okita quickly glances at the clock on the wall.
12.58
"Nine Hijikata's are blown up."
12.59
"Fifteen baka Hijikata's are blown up."
1.00. It was now her anniversary.
"Eighteen Hijikata's are blown u-"
The computer goes blank. The lights turn off. The sound of the conditioner cuts off.
Okita blinked with surprise which transforms into a frown of annoyance. "Stupid blackouts. I was nearly up to twenty."
He moves himself away from the computer and sinks onto his bed.
And that's when he noticed how cold it was. Which was a surprise since it was still quite humid just a few moments ago. Okita sits up and glances out his window. And froze.
All his neighbors lights were still on, meaning there electricity was still working. So why wasn't his? Okita felt a shiver go down his spine.
*BANG*
His windows slam open. Okita falls against his bed in surprise as wind whips its way into his room, Okita jumped back up wide eyed. Now the sadist wasn't the one to get scared easily but he knew something "supernatural" was going on. His curtains fluttered around as the wind tore away at the papers on his wall. He grabbed at them, like he would let his hard work get away. The gust of air causes for his blankets to fly straight into Okita's face, he quickly tears it off with a growl and leaps for the flying papers.
But before he could rescue some more the window slams back shut. And like a switch the wind ceases, the curtains drop and the papers float down to the ground.
"W-what just happened" Okita wondered, his face completely pale.
Now that the howling wind was gone, silence was in its place.
Okita didn't hear the sound of the crickets outside.
And his electricity was still not on.
He still felt the chill in his spine.
Maybe it was warning him.
It was silent.
Eerily silent.
It was too late for him to move when it happened.
A pale arm snaked out from underneath his bed and grabbed Okita's ankles.
"Boo."
Guess who? I know this chapter was somewhat stupid but it will make more sense later on!
Anyways guys I just want to thank all my reviewers! I was shocked that people were actually keeping up with this (depressing) story.
HAHAHA I MADE KAGURA'S DEATH ON MY BIRTHDAY! I feel terrible -.- I couldn't think of a date so I put my birthday in opps.
Ok I got bad news I might not be able to submit the next chapter next week cause I have the horrid exams on OTL But I'll try and find time to type it up!