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Sorry for not updating. I know, I know, I'm a bad, bad person. Sorry.

Also, I made some changes to the first two chapters of this story. In the first one I just fix a few typos, but the second one I made some major changes! I was typing that chapter at like 1am and didn't realize how boring and plain it was. I mean, it's still pretty boring and plain, but I'd still appreciate if you read both the chapters again!

Okay, enough of my talking (or writing?). Let's get this chapter started!

Chapter 3

Akira's POV

Lesson: If you want something, fight for it

Last chapter recap: Someone, presumably the owner of the voice, leaped out from under the cloth onto Otae's lap.

I gasp. Everyone else sighs.

"I love you, Otae-san!" The man on her lap says.

"Oh, hello, Kondo-san," she says, grasping him in a headlock, choking him. "What brings you here?"

She stands up, allowing a full view of this 'Kondo-san'. He's wearing a distinctive navy and gold uniform - a sure sign of being in the Shinsengumi. They let nitwits like this into the Shinsengumi? No wonder bastards like the dude I bumped into earlier was so pissed at the world. Damn, and they think their 'no women' rule is smart.

Otae pulls both herself and Kondo-san out of the booth and walks out the door, all the while choking Kondo-san. In turn, his face is turning blue due to the lack of blood flow.

I don't know what happens after she exits the restaurant, but it sure doesn't sound pretty.

Shinpachi-san stands up and rubs the back of his neck with an awkward smile on his face and a sweat drop running down the side of his face.

"Well, Kagura-chan, Gin-san, we really should get going," he says hurriedly.

Maybe I'm just a sadistic bitch who wants to make this more awkward for them, or maybe I just enjoy these people's company, but I say,

"Ooh, leaving so soon? We could go do something else now,-"

"Heh, thanks for the offer, Yoshida-san, but we really, really should get going. It was nice meeting you, though," he replies, unsuccessfully trying ushering Kagura and Gintoki out of the booth, who stay put.

Kagura pops a sukonbu, looking at Shinpachi with bored eyes.

"Have you guys seen a, uhh, hairy man somewhere around here?" A deep voice asks.

I turn and see a pretty tall man with a cigarette in his mouth. He also seems to be a part of the Shinsengumi.

I point towards the restaurant doors. He nods in silent thanks.

Finally, Shinpachi gets Kagura and Gintoki out of the booth. Gintoki waves a silent goodbye and Kagura yells,

"See you later, Akira-chan!"

I wave too.

I sigh.

It begins to rain.

I walk out the restaurants door and make for my bike. In the distance, I spot the first Shinsengumi officer being given a talking-to by the second Shinsengumi officer.

It rains harder.

I decide to wheel my bike home; riding in this weather would be dangerous.

I pull my umbrella out of its 'secret compartment' (aka the water bottle holder) of my bike. I begin to walk home. With nothing better to do, I read the names of the shops on either side of me.

'Kuroko's Flowers'.

'Minamoto's Anpan Stand'.

'Takaguchi's Bakery'.

"Hey, bicycle girl," a harsh voice calls.

I stop for a second, then start again. Che, must be hearing things.

"Oi, bitch, don't act like you're deaf."

Okay, I know that that's not my imagination. I turn around slowly.

Guess who?

The bastard from before.

He's standing under the shade of Takaguchi's bakery.

"What the hell do you want?" I ask.

"Let me under your damn umbrella."

Wine colored eyes stare at me through sandy brown bangs.

I sigh.

"Why?" I ask.

"Why not?" He shot right back.

I extend my arm, the one with the umbrella, ever so slightly towards him.

Lighting strikes. Thunder booms.

"We're going to my apartment, just so you know," I state plainly.

"Nope, we're going to the Shinsengumi headquarters."

"No, we aren't. Its my umbrella."

"It may be your umbrella, but it's in my hands now," he says. I realize, horrified, the he has somehow managed to get the umbrella out of my grip.

"Asshole," I murmur under my breath.

He might be shorter than me, but he sure walks fast. He's already a couple paces ahead of me.

I don't want to risk getting my glasses wet, so I run a little to catch up.

Damn bastard.