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Title: Clothes

Summary: Kamui/Kagura/Okita; Kagura discovers and falls in love with the foreign holiday—wait for it—Halloween! She decides to go to a party in disguise, unknowing that the party is a hoax set by the Shinsengumi to capture a rogue Yato, and a certain red-haired sibling, who has a match to settle with this rogue, is also going to be in attendance.

Rating: K+

Up Next: A Trip to the Beach

~Clothes~

Gintoki probably would have put a stop to it if he'd known. Heck, even Shinpachi probably would have balked at letting fourteen-year old Kagura go out alone to a strange party. Especially Kagura in disguise—at least in her trademark pink-red dress she was recognizable and her reputation could protect her.

But no, both Gin-chan and Shinpachi were absent—Gin off on some JUMP convention and Shinpachi recovering from a nasty illness at his sister's place. To be perfectly honest, each had thought the other would be at home when they left their notes explaining their absence, but as fate would have it, Kagura was spending October 31st alone in a very empty house.

She'd first heard of the "Halloween" from the television. Its promise of mountains of candy as well as beautiful costumes had instantly captured her imagination, and Kagura resolved to celebrate it this year. She'd been more than a little put out to find that both her male housemates weren't available to celebrate with her, but had quickly regained her good mood when she caught sight of a poster proclaiming the "Hugest Halloween Party in Edo, WITH EXTRA FOOD!"

In three seconds flat the poster was in her hands and she was racing for Shinpachi's sister's house, wondering if "Onee-san" knew anything about Halloween costumes.

It turned out, Tae was all too eager to help. With Shinpachi unconscious in the room above, she opened her stash of clothes and regarded Kagura with a critical eye. "Is there anything you want to go as in particular?" the older woman asked.

Kagura shrugged. "Nope."

There was a very evil look in Tae's eyes as she smiled sweetly. "Good, then. Let's get to work."

KOKOKOKOKOK

Okita, quite frankly, was bored. The Shinsengumi had been staking out the "party" for hours, and nothing interesting had yet to happen. The rogue Yato—Myio—had been spotted, attracted, as Okita had predicted, by the promise of "EXTRA FOOD!"

Unfortunately, Kondo had chosen that exact time to go use the bathroom, and until the leader gave the say-so, the Shinsengumi could not attack. Okita had already sent his "fake" sword in the general direction of Hijikata's chest several times, but the other man, who'd been assigned the costume "dinosaur," (much to his chagrin and Okita's amusement), had dodged despite the heavy padding he'd been forced to don.

Okita himself was dressed as a samurai, and the irony was not lost on him. He shrugged his shoulders, working out the kinks and making the crowd of girls who'd been tailing him all night swoon. He glanced at the closest one, a blonde dressed in leopard print old enough to be his mother. How annoying.

Myio was still eating. The Yato man hadn't bothered to do more than throw a cape over his shoulders and don a hat as a disguise, but his ink-black eyes and hair still contrasted enough with his pale skin that most believed him to be in costume. Despite the fact that he was rapidly consuming the entire table, his left hand still gripped his umbrella.

I could change that, Okita thought, twirling his sword, Just one swipe.

A glimpse of pink-red hair and a similarly colored parasol caught his gaze. His swipe at Hijikata missed again, but this time it was due to his surprise rather than the older man's dodging. As Hijikata sputtered, Okita took a step closer, searching for the glimpse of pink. If he'd seen right—

Well, let's just say that the night just got very interesting.

KOKOKOKOKOK

Kamui was enjoying himself greatly. The food, as expected, was absolutely delicious, and he was on his fifteenth, (or was it fiftieth) helping of gelato when Myio finally showed up. Kamui's smile grew as he observed the other man. Myio had made a very public boast that he was the greatest Yato ever to be born.

Of course, he'd been drunk out of his mind when he'd said it, but when he'd sobered up, hadn't taken it back. And now Kamui was there to defend his position.

He'd spotted the Shinsengumi straight off. At first, he'd wondered if they were legitimately there for the party—they were in costume, after all—but then they'd subtly closed in around the desert table, where Myio had just dumped a plateful of fried crab into his mouth, and he knew they were here on business.

So be it. If he had to crack a couple Shinsengumi skulls on the way to decimating Myio, then all the better. There was no lost love between him and them, after all, and he'd especially enjoy crossing swords with the blonde one. Except—Kamui frowned, the action causing several women to shriek and faint, perhaps Myio would get away in the confusion. No, it was probably better to let the Yato take care of the Shinsengumi before he made his move.

But then he wouldn't have the pleasure of the fight himself.

Kamui sighed, the smile returning to his face. Life was full of choices, after all, and this one shouldn't make that big of a difference.

And then, he happened to glance down at Myio and his eyes widened.

Well, this is unexpected.

KOKOKOKOKOK

She'd been trying to be nice, really, she had. When she'd caught sight of the Yato stuffing his face at the desert table, she hadn't kicked him into the wall or chocked him full of bullets. She'd simply joined him, grabbing a bowl of jello and downing the whole thing like water.

Their eyes had met for a brief second—but in that second, Kagura sensed an opponent who would do anything for the array of delicacies in front of them. A true Yato.

So, she did what any self-respecting Yato girl would do. She grabbed the chicken leg by his left arm and bit into it.

Five minutes later, they were rapidly consuming everything on the table. The chefs, eyes open in absolute horror, struggled to bring more food as the two Yato circled the table, grabbing fruit, meat, and deserts from just out of the other's grasp. Finally, they met. The man growled and shoved, and Kagura, who was a lot lighter, barely managed to hold her own.

It was clear this man was not going to budge.

"Let's be reasonable," she tried, shoving back, "There's enough food for both of us. Let's just try to share—"

And then her clothes, her beautifully, specially-put together Little Red Riding Hood outfit ripped down the sides.

Kagura's eyes turned dark as she slowly turned to face the Yato. Her umbrella was suddenly in her hand, and the other man instinctively brought up his. Without warning, Kagura leapt, driving the man's weapon six feet into the ground with a single well-timed thrust. Her words, when they emerged from her were more of a growl than a comprehensible sentence.

"You're going to pay for that."

KOKOKOKOKOK

Okita was staring, and he didn't care. What the heck was China, of all people, doing at this party, at this particular time? He glanced around, looking for the silver-haired ex-Samurai and the glasses-donning sidekick, but they were no where to be found.

There was a yell and his gaze shot back as Kagura did a whirling sidekick, landing squarely on Myio's jaw. The older man's head snapped back, but amazingly he managed to twist around and throw the much smaller girl to the ground.

She hit with a crash and rolled, coming to her feet and leaping at the man again in the same motion.

Her dress was completely coming apart right before his eyes.

Most of the civilians had emptied out when the fight had started, and some of the Shinsengumi had finally been sent to inquire to the reason Kondo had been gone so long, so there really wasn't anyone except Hijikata to notice Okita's transfixed stare as the slit up Kagura's legs lengthened until they reached almost up to her shoulders, revealing a thin white chemise beneath.

Speaking of which, the chemise was quickly ripping too, the fabric destroyed by another rapid kick as Kagura landed a blow on Myio's chest. It ripped at Kagura's knees, but flared, and Okita got a very nice view of bare, shapely legs.

Hijikata coughed discreetly. "Perhaps we should step in."

Okita shrugged. "Maybe."

Neither man moved.

KOKOKOKOKOK

There were only a few things that could keep Kamui from a fight. Mortal injuries were one of them—even he couldn't fight with his head partly disconnected from his shoulders and his legs broken—and boredom was a second. The third was when he was having too much fun with something else to bother getting his hands dirty.

This would be an example of the third one. He'd dismissed his sister as weak when he left, but now as he watched her practically decimate the Myio, who was three times her size and very experienced in battle, he felt a genuine smile split his face.

She was a beautiful sight, spinning, kicking, fighting with that look of pure fury on her normally smiling face. And the outfit she was wearing made things all the better—especially since there wasn't a lot of it left. "Sister, dear, welcome to the party," he said softly.

Unfortunately, he'd have to stop watching her to take care of some other—problems. There seemed to be far too many other men enjoying the same view he'd been perusing just before, and Kamui was going to make them wish they'd never grown eyeballs.

Especially that blonde one.

KOKOKOKOKOK

Gintoki was at the JUMP convention, happily reading manga and trying in vain not to look awkward as he strolled in the midst of a crowd of preteens. I deserve this break, he thought, flipping to another page, I was wrong to hesitate for so long. Kagura's safe with Shinpachi, and I'm sure they're all having a perfectly safe, miserable time without me.

It was at that exact moment that the television above him blurred from the beloved sight of the JUMP cover to an urgently pointing news-lady. "A fight has broken out at one of the downtown clubs," she said urgently, "More than one Yato are suspected to be involved, and the Shinsengumi are currently at the scene."

Yato? Oh, no.

Gin tried his very best not to look up, but the news-lady's scream made his eyes flicker to the screen despite himself. Sure enough, Kagura was currently beating up another Yato, umbrella flying as she laid into him with all her strength. Beside her, Okita and—Gin blinked, Kamui? Oh, the universe really hates me—Kagura's older brother traded blows, the Shinsengumi managing to deflect and dodge the Yato's deadly hits despite the Yato Clan's superior strength.

Kagura flickered into view again, delivering a war-cry as she leapt at the Yato again, who'd tossed her against the wall. Gin stared, noticing something for the first time—or, rather, a lack of something very important.

Kagura, what the hell happened to your clothes?