"She's out of control."
Okita looks up from the straw doll in his hands to find the Vice Commander pacing about outside his chambers. He smirks at the frustration evident on the older man's features and silently applauds the China girl for causing him such psychological distress.
He could only be talking about the China girl after all. What other out-of-control woman could be lurking about in the headquarters?
Now that he thinks about it, there's always Kondo-san's…
"Do something about it."
Fucking Hijikata, disrupting his trail of thought.
Gracefully rising from his seated position, Sougo chucks the doll at his colleague's face, ("EH?! WHY DOES THIS DOLL LOOK LIKE ME?! AND WHY DOES IT HAVE NEEDLES STICKING OUT OF IT?") and makes his way to the interrogation room.
"Kagura-san, please cooperate." He can hear Yamazaki's quivering voice from outside the room. His shoulders stiffen. This is Kagura of the Yato clan? Daughter of the leader of the most feared group of gangsters? No wonder why she seemed stronger and more seasoned for combat than most Yatos.
Because their group relies so much on physical power, they use strength to determine their leaders. Only the strongest Yato is fit to lead as they'd have enough strength to subdue any of their subordinates. Furthermore, since their enhanced strength is a genetic trait, the position of authority is often passed down within the immediate family.
Umibouzu's power runs through her veins, meaning that the woman they have in their interrogation room is potentially the most powerful woman on the planet.
Bending her to his will would be all the more satisfying.
Sougo can already imagine the sadistic fantasies he would get to play out with her as his M... or maybe the both of them would be S-es and force everyone into submission. Yes, she would make a fit queen of Sadists for now. But once he's done with her he'll certainly dethrone the woman and make her his slave.
The sadist in him giggles with glee at the prospect of this woman as his playmate.
"Go suck your mother's tits!"
She doesn't know what pleases her more: the look of barely-concealed anger in the plain man's face or the fact that - based on the poorly concerned trembles of his legs - he's far too frightened to defend himself from her onslaught of insults.
Since the moment they "arrested" her, she's been bored out of her mind. Kagura honestly hoped that a different environment would be more fun and would give her a chance to explore the outer world. Despite belonging to a notorious gang, the redhead has never been in a police station until now (what kind of Yato would she be if she constantly lets herself get caught by sweaty men in smelly suits?). Now that she's in one, it's really nothing to shout about. It's actually quite embarrassing.
She almost regrets letting herself be caught. She'd expected to see an army of overly-muscular men (but then again what would 'overly-muscular' mean to a girl who's regularly exposed to the most physically well-built criminals in Japan on a daily basis?) all under the command of one incredibly badass commander.
But what does she get?
A group of feeble otakus that she could - and did - crush with her pinky and a leader who is essentially a crossbreed between man and gorilla. What's more, their commander's nudist tendencies are getting way too out of hand. If the unsightly image of his face hasn't mentally scarred her, the constant flashing of his genitals is enough to make a blind man cry.
Maybe it's a blessing for her to be here in this bland room with this bland guy whose obsession with anpan is way past the point of normality. This way she doesn't have to face the revolting image of a gorilla's penis and can waste her time annoying the anpan-coated shit out of this ridiculously boring human being.
However, the fun stops once the flaxen-haired boy enters the dimly-lit room.
Irritation consumes her entire being once she feels his presence. It requires all of her self-control to not rip out of her flimsy handcuffs, jump out of her chair, reach across the table and strangle the douchebag to his untimely (but certainly not unfortunate) death.
Much to her displeasure, her previous entertainment scurries out of the room at the sight of his captain.
"China."
She scowls at her pet-name, glaring fiercely at the officer across her. He pretends not to notice the sinister aura emitted by the girl and takes a good look at the room they're situated in. There is practically nothing in here except for two lamps positioned on the walls, an ancient wooden table with even older-looking chairs on each side and a window covered in what he hopes is moss. Yikes.
That lazy Hijikata, always getting out of cleaning the rooms. He'll be sure to stab his doll with more needles later.
Right now Okita has more pressing matters to attend to.
"Why were you at the park." He asks, or rather states, in his usual bored tone. Propping his chin in the palm of his hand, the captain rests his elbow against the table and makes a laughable attempt at feigning interest.
Kagura snorts, "What makes you think I'll answer a tax robber like you?"
For a lady with an extremely attractive appearance her mouth sure is a turnoff. Sailors would blush at the expletives this woman has been using in the hour that she's been here. But Sougo has to admit he quite likes her feisty temper. It'll make things more interesting for sure.
"Oh pleeeease don't." He gets up from his chair and walks around until he's standing directly behind her seat. "That'll give me a reason to..." His hands shoot out onto the table on each side of her body, "…punish you."
She shudders involuntarily; her mind suddenly conjuring up images of the police officer doing unspeakable things to her. But before he could see the impact of his words on her, she blurts out the first thing that comes to mind, "You're such a… sadist!"
However, Kagura has no idea that she's just dug herself a deeper hole. Okita grins maniacally and bends down, positioning his lips directly beside her ear, "You have no idea."
The sadist's methods of interrogation almost make Kagura want to tell him everything just so that he could leave her be and not suffocate her with sexual tension. As much as the redhead hates to admit it, the lazy slur in his voice coupled with his hot breath heating up her exposed neck allures her, sending familiar tingles down her spine. She's had these reactions to a very limited number of males, but she's always managed to escape before the situation went out-of-hand.
And if telling this bishounen anything he wants to know will free her from this situation Kagura will not hesitate to spill the beans.
Except she is. Hesitating, that is.
It's not that she has sworn loyalty to the Yato gang. She didn't choose to be born into a family of thugs. But - being an involuntary member of this group - she knows more than anyone that confessing her true purpose of being here would almost certainly lead to her own demise.
Now Kagura is definitely by no means a weak girl. Heck she's the daughter of Umibouzu: the most fearsome balding fighter Japan has ever had the pleasure of housing. While the average child bonds with their parents through baseball, her family connected through their near-death experiences in combat (often with each other as well).
Yet just because she was raised this way, doesn't mean she approves of her clansmen's doings.
She was simply taking her overgrown mutation of a dog Sadaharu out for a walk in the park when she was arrested by some pathetic excuse for an officer. And on what grounds? Apparently she was vandalizing public property, when all the poor girl was doing was training her dog (albeit violently). Of course, the tax robbers would have none of it.
Hence a fight broke out.
But, if she was really honest, it wasn't so much of a fight as it was a total ownage of a group of full-grown men by a girl half their age.
It was appalling, really.
How on earth were the Shinsengumi supposed to pose as any form of a threat to the Yato at the rate that they were going at?
Kagura knew that with no worthy opponent to satisfy the bloodlust of her gang they would eventually terrorize Kabuki district and perhaps even the rest of Japan. Once that was done, they'd probably turn on each other.
She definitely can't have that.
So one could say she voluntarily let herself be taken into custody so that she could personally educate these pitiful fools on how to stop her clansmen from rampaging throughout the entire city and disrupting the lives of unsuspecting civilians. Kagura never agreed with the values shared by the rest of the gang; she wouldn't even have willingly joined the Yato gang if she wasn't her father's daughter.
But she was. She is.
And now she must rectify the errors done to these people by her own gang members. After all - like the tsundere she is - underneath her tough girl act lays a compassionate woman.
Though she certainly wouldn't let herself be taken in by a bunch of weaklings; she still had her untarnished Yato pride. So until someone worthy enough appeared at the scene, she'd decided to keep herself entertained by smashing these puny officers into the ground.
Hence when the captain of the first division made his appearance, Kagura knew from his aura alone that his strength surpassed the previous officers' physical abilities put together.
That would be the first and the last time she would ever surrender herself to Okita Sougo.
"Hey foreigner!"
Said girl blinks, breaking out of her reverie and immediately finds herself lost in a sea of bloody red. After a brief moment she realizes that she's been staring into the eyes of her supposed interrogator for God knows how long. How long did she space out for? Just when did he get so close to her that she could feel the tingle of his warm breath on her lips?
When their intense eye-contact becomes too uncomfortable for the girl, she alters her gaze around the room to find that during the course of her daydreaming, the sadist had somehow managed to spin her chair around to face him and reduce the distance between them.
A smirk works its way onto his lips, "Were you dreaming about all the S and M roles we could play?" he leaned closer towards her until their noses were brushing, openly taking pleasure in the way her cheeks flame as brightly has her hair. "You didn't strike me as an M."
"That's because I'm not." And with that she smashes her forehead into his, sending him flying into the opposite wall.
Shifting himself into a sitting position from the crater of concrete his body made, Okita wipes the blood dripping down his forehead and smirks at the girl in the chair.
Did he mention that he likes them feisty?