Well, this one is incredibly short, quite serious and explains some parts of Kagura and Kamui's difficult sibling relationship. I'm not exactly happy about how this turned out, but it's good enough to publish. I just hope I won't get shot :eyes some reviewers fearfully:

A big thank you to my reviewers: peep (uhh, I seriously don't know who is gonna pop up...I think I've already introduced the majority of really important characters, and it all revolves around Sougo and Kagura. Hey, if you do end up drawing fanart inspired by me, could you pleeease send it to me? I'd love to see it! I'll try my best from now on, too!), Ayjah, Amanto (thank you, I'm glad I could lighten up your day! Now, please do the same to me and put the gun down, please ^.^"), Koatan, Alice P e a c h e s, FaiaDemon, haruhi-chan (my dear, please stop apologizing for your English, it's not that bad ^.^ I'll see what I can do about more Gin, I'm glad you liked the last chapter, too) and Masami Kyoko (ahaha, well, here's another chapter, no Sougo, though...he'll return next chapter, I swear!)

Now then, please enjoy the shortness of it all!

They call it sibling love, but honestly it's just the feeling of wanting to give a bear hug and rip the other's head off at the same time

One misty and gray morning Kagura woke up with a very bad feeling, and this time it had nothing to do with the man still (probably, she couldn't tell that well with the mask on his face) asleep on the other side of the enormous bed. No, this was very similar to the way she felt every time a family member came back from a mission gone bad.

Kagura shook her head, angry at herself. 'Stupid, it's not like feeling like this means something. It's probably an approaching flu or something...'

Her hopes were trashed when she was called to see her brother in one of the sitting rooms by a solemn servant.

Kagura warily stepped into the room, looking around until she spotted her brother on an armchair, sipping tea calmly. "Brother?" she called out uncertainly as she closed the door with a soft click.

Kamui looked up at her and smiled his usual close-eyed smile. "Good morning, little sister. Slept well?"

Kagura frowned and took a seat on the opposite side of the table, facing him. "What's happened at the manor?" she asked seriously, wanting to skip all idle chit-chat her brother was so prone to.

Kamui tilted his head. "A lot," he answered vaguely.

Kagura growled. "Kamui, I'm not in the mood for your mindgames. Who was it this time? Abuto? Lin? Jun?"

Kamui's grin widened for a second. "Your intuition's as sharp as ever, I see," he commented before taking another sip of tea. "It was dad."

Kagura's eyes widened in shock. "P-papi? But...but he's the strongest! What happened?" she practically screamed, panic rising.

Kamui raised his hands and smiled. "Whoa, calm down, sis. He's not dead or anything, just lost his left arm to a random punk lucky enough to manage a surprise attack on him. He was outnumbered quite badly." Another sip of tea taken calmly. "They're operating on him as we speak, and his new arm will be ready by next month."

Kagura let out the breath she'd been holding and slumped back in her chair in relief. "Thank goodness," she muttered under her breath and covered her eyes with her arm. "it was just a limb..."

Kamui studied her with his blue eyes thoughtfully for a minute. He had always been aware of the quite drastic difference between himself and his younger sibling, her nature being far too kind for a Yato whereas he was a perfect example of his family. Even at the very moment he felt the urge to slaughter her for looking like that, it was unsightly of her. A Yato should never show such weakness, no matter what.

But then again, she had never been one to follow their rules.

He had never understood her. When their mother had died from illness, she had been practically broken. Not being able to stand her like that, he had sent her to an advanced training location. If not for their father finding out and rescuing her, she would've died for sure. Killing and growing stronger had always made him feel better, but obviously it wasn't the same with her.

She had accused him of trying to get her killed and enjoying the show. He had thought about making her stronger so she could carry the burden of losing someone obviously dear to her. Neither understood the other.

So it was no surprise when Kagura suddenly lashed out at him again.

"What are you laughing at, Kamui?" she hissed, still slumped on her seat. "Enjoying my anxiety again?"

Kamui smiled serenely at her, closing his eyes again. "I'm just wondering how you could be so worried over something like that. It's not the first and in no way the last time this kind of thing happens," he replied smoothly.

Kagura straightened in her chair and stared at him. "It doesn't matter how many times this kind of thing happens, I'll still get worried and sad when my family gets injured or killed! It's normal to feel that way!"

"Hmm," Kamui hummed thoughtfully, "I guess that's just the way you are. By the way, how's it going here? Being lovey-dovey with your man, I hope?" he asked playfully.

Kagura blushed a brilliant shade of red. "Are you insane? No, wait, I know you are, but still! With that guy? No way, we're always fighting and insulting each other, not one friendly word has been exchanged since we met!"

Kamui grinned wider. "Well, they say that a horse kicks out of love, right?"

The servants met a scene from a nightmare when they finally dared to approach the sitting room. Crying tears of desperation, they concluded that it would take at least a week to make it presentable again.

Yes, it really was that short. Kamui is really a pain in the arse to write, I feel like I'm going the wrong way with him all the time! Hope the chapter didn't disappoint you too much...

And yes, in this alternate universe Kamui never severed Umibouzu's arm.

So, uhh, review? Please? I'll do my best to update faster next time?

~poakkis