Title: Family
Summary: Kamui/Kagura/Okita; Kamui ponders what it means to be Kagura's brother, and how a certain blond-haired Shinsengumi plays into the mix.
Rating: T
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~Family~
She doesn't know, but he watches her sometimes. When she's outside arguing with her white-haired guardian, or making the bespectacled-boy sputter—he's always nearby, watching. Waiting. He crouches on a rooftop as she walks into an alley alone, and then something catches his eye.
There it is—the flash of bullets tearing towards her, (the fools, as if his sister could be felled by such things), and she's in action, twirling that umbrella of hers so gracefully and yet with such speed that only his Yato eyes can follow as she skillfully deflects each bullet.
He lets out a breath as she throws herself into the fray, watching as she punches, kicks—fights. He studies the struggle in her eyes, watches her carefully set the boundary so that she never goes too far—but there's no escaping the joy on her face as she relishes the beauty of the battle.
Yato were made to fight, and though he embraces it, she fights it with all that she is. He is the dark scarlet of battle-blood—she the lighter rose of beauty yet untainted. Had they grown up in a normal Yato household, they would undoubtedly be married by now.
And though he left far before the contract could be made, Kamui knows that one day, he will return and claim her as his own. That is his right as a fellow member of the Yato Clan—and as her brother.
But for now, he is content merely to observe, and wait, for even the most foolproof plans have complications, and fate has thrown another man into this one. Kamui's ever-present smile hardens as he watches the Shinsengumi—Sogo Okita—join the battle, sword out and flashing as the blond knocks out a man right in front of Kagura.
There's a brief pause, a lull in the fight where the other man is mere centimeters from Kagura's face, and Kamui's legs tense, because if the man moves any closer he will leap down and end him. But then the moment passes and the Shinsengumi is busy again, sword moving almost as quickly as Kagura's fists.
Kamui's fists clench, because there is another man sharing the joy of battle with his sister, and only he should have that right. Sogo Okita isn't even Yato, though he moves quick enough to recompense his inferior strength. Kamui asks himself that should he challenge the other boy, who the victor would be, and cannot answer his own query.
The enemies are gone, fled or unconscious on the ground, and the two straighten from their crouches. Okita makes a snide comment about girls who always get into trouble and Kagura snaps back that she was doing fine on her own, and Kamui's eyes narrow because he can see the blond's eyes on his Kagura's face and he doesn't like the look in them.
But for now—he can only wait, can only watch as she bandages the cut on his arm and he tears off part of his tunic so she won't have to, and watch.
But one day, he will claim his right as her brother. He will be the one to guard her back in a fight, the one to bandage her wounds, the one she will snap at and smile at. He will claim her mouth with all the passion he has for the battlefield, will make her gasp with the same skill that he fights with.
But for now, Kamui watches and waits, because above all else he is her brother, and no matter what bonds she makes, in the end, family is most important to the Yato Clan.