Kagura doesn't know what game they're playing but she'll have none of it.
With ease she breaks out of her handcuffs - they were barely restraining her in the first place - and walks towards the demolished wall, massaging her wrists. Tilting her head to the side she watches with mild curiosity as the flaxen-haired man gets back onto his feet, using what remains of the wall as support. He reminds her of the cockroach she found in her room the other day: always coming back to piss her off whenever she thinks she's destroyed it for good.
Cerulean orbs narrows in disdain. "You shouldn't treat your guest so poorly."
"Guest?" Sougo chuckle comes out as pitiful gasps for air, largely due to being winded from the Yato's surprise attack. "You must have hit your head too hard. You're delusional."
Before he can blink she appears right in front of him. Raising a pale hand slowly, she brushes her thumb across his forehead all-too-gently for a gangster of her calibre. Her focus wholly absorbed by the substance coating her thumb, Kagura fails to notice the flicker of confusion in the officer's eyes.
Sougo doesn't understand where the sudden tenderness comes from but holds his pokerface regardless. He watches the woman stare at her hand, a frown adorning her features.
Just as quickly as it appears her expression is masked with a smug grin. Lifting her bloody thumb into his view, she places her lips beside his ear and whispers "I'm not the one bleeding though, am I?"
"Keep it in your pants you brats." Two pairs of eyes drift to the smoker strewn among the broken chunks of the wall on the other side. "Now isn't the time for flirting."
Wordlessly they both proceed to repeatedly step on the Vice Captain - one grinding his face into the ground while the other rams his foot into his abdomen.
"Was this planned or something?!"
Somehow the policemen manage to convince Sougo and Kagura to continue their interrogation. While the latter initially refuses, after rendering several officers unconscious they come to a mutual agreement: she'll play along with their "question and answer" game so long as they release her afterwards. Seeing all the havoc she caused in the two hours she's spent at their headquarters, the Shinsengumi happily oblige.
Thus she finds herself in another bland room, this time with the Shinsengumi's vice captain and their first division captain across the table. It is safe to say that none of them look thrilled to be here.
"So Miss Kagura…?"
"Just Kagura." Rolling her eyes at the older man's raised eyebrows, she elaborates. "We don't have surnames." The end of her lip curls into a smirk. "Don't need 'em."
"Who does this little shit think she is?!" An angry tick appears on Hijikata's head as he bolts out of his seat and attempts to reach over the table to attack the redhead.
Sougo holds his superior in place by his shirt collar, only because it is more amusing to see the man struggle to assault their captive than to watch her pulverise him. "Maa-maa, calm down Hijikata-san. She'll kick your ass if you try to fight her."
Kagura watches them argue amongst themselves for a few minutes before deciding the conversation is heading nowhere. She has more important things to do than waste her time with squabbling boys. Their argument is halted by the piercing screech of chair-legs scraping against the floor.
"Where do you think you're going China-girl?"
"I was just leaving. Thought I should give you two some privacy to make-out."
Before Hijikata can retort Sougo is out of his chair. With his hands on her shoulders he guides her back to her seat, "There's no need to be jealous China" he coos mockingly as his thumbs rub circles into the muscles at the bottom of her neck. "If you wanted to have fun with me all you needed to do was ask…although I would have said no anyway."
He leaves her flushing in anger to return to his seat.
Sensing the tension in the air the vice commander clears his throat awkwardly. "Why were you at the park?"
"I was walking my dog Sadaharu."
He eyes her, skeptical. "And how is it that you came to damage public property on your walk?"
"We trained for a bit." She shrugs. "It was collateral damage."
Sougo's eye twitches upon remembering that his beloved bench was part of the 'collateral damage'. This time Hijikata is the one holding the sadist back from lunging at the woman. A part of him is tempted to release his hold on his subordinate's uniform but - as badly as he wants to see her be punished - they cannot afford to destroy any more of their buildings.
"-wrong questions."
"What?"
Kagura groans, impatience evident in her tone. "You idiots are asking the wrong questions."
Once certain that his colleague will not lunge for her again Hijikata shifts his attention back to the gangster. "What questions should we be asking?"
Throwing her hands into the air, her glare screams bloody murder. "Isn't it your job to figure out?"
When she is met with silence she slams her hands on the table, the sound reverberating around the room. "Don't you find it strangethat the daughter of the most powerful fighter in Edo was captured so easily?"
Hijikata snorts, "Captured easily you say? Do you know how many of our men are in the emergency ward because of you?"
A resigned sigh leaves her lips. She looks at them, a tight smile on her face. "It appears we have nothing more to discuss."
At their silent agreement she rises from her seat. "When you have the right questions to ask," she looks at Sougo, "find me."
Saying nothing more she leaves the room; both officers following closely behind.
"Don't come back anytime soon."
Scoffing at the mayonnaise lover's words, Kagura doesn't spare any of the policemen a second glance as she waltzes out of the headquarters. They're all idiots, every one of them. Feeling the hunch in her shoulders, she straightens her back. 'Chin up, eyes forward' is what her mother used to say.
She stops walking.
"If you do your job right I won't have to."
As the officers ponder her odd choice of parting words, Sougo watches the woman's back get further and further away until she disappears from his view completely. The brightness of her figure - from those vibrant vermillion locks to her luminous white dress - bears such a striking contrast to Edo's twilight that when the nighttime swallows her figure whole an unsettling feeling pools in the pit of his stomach.
He doesn't realise he's frowning until Hijikata speaks.
"You noticed it too, didn't you?" Sougo doesn't answer but turns to look at his superior, prompting him to continue. The older man stares off into the direction the woman was headed towards. His gaze is unfocused but his comrade knows his mind is sharp, noticing something eyes cannot see.
"There's something off about that Yato girl."
I've edited the previous chapters a bit so do reread them. If you don't it probably doesn't impact your understanding of this chapter too much though so no pressure.
Sorry for the delay guys. Finding inspiration for this one is challenging.
Hope it's up to your expectations!