Yay for chapter three! The stories moving right along, its sort of going where I want it to, I think. Anyway, in this, as a reviewer reminded me, I included a little bit of Okita remembering the past. I hope you guys enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING

Perspiration accumulated on his brow, the stifling heat of the gym, along with his overly thick warm-up clothes, only brought back the migraine he desperately tried to suppress. Although his eyes were closed shut, Okita felt the uncomfortably sticky sweat bead roll down the left side of his face and somehow even knew when it hit the ground. His senses were currently enhanced and therefore it became painfully hard to ignore the gluttonous woman seated mere feet away. The sound of her repetitive shallow breathes, her cerulean blue eyes that he knew, just knew, were glaring him down, and the goddamn heat! He sensed everything!

Okita's crimson eyes shot open. Kagura quickly looked the other way, pretending her gaze was else where. She could not, though, pretend that the heat rushing up her neck and soon turning her a shade darker than her vermillion hair, was fake.

Okita narrowed his eyes at the female, staring her down, but seconds later he cracked a grin. " So how did you like my face? You were staring for awfully long, China."

"Was not!" she immediately retorted. Kagura furiously denied the thought that she had been staring at the sadist's face for all this time, even if she knew it was an obvious lie. But if she admitted to staring at him and that she indeed did enjoy the view, then what would that make her?! Her face reddened at the mere thought of the insinuations.

China's such a bad liar he thought to himself smugly. Oh this was going to be fun. Let the teasing begin.

" Well coming from the girl- excuse me, monster- whose face is tomato red right now, I would beg to differ. You most likely already developed a grotesquely large crush on me China."

"What?! Me?! Crush on you?!" she sputtered out in a panic. Kagura was not sure herself what she just said, the shock of hearing that five letter word hit her hard.

" China, you can't even form a coherent sentence, I'm going to have to add uneducated to your already long list of unredeeming qualities." Her body shook with anger and she clutched her fists so hard that the knuckles went white from the pressure. This man was asking for a beating with his smug I'm-Better-Than-You smile and unnecessary remarks.

She bolted upwards and menacingly leered at the dirty blond below her, " I challenge you Sadist!" Okita also stood, his joints screaming with joy. He walked over to the nearby closet and fetched two wooden kendo sticks, he threw one to Kagura who easily caught it. " You are here to learn the basics of swordsmanship, might as well make it a contest while we're at it."

A Cheshire smile appeared on her face, " That means I get to go all out?"

He scoffed, " When have you ever shown any self restraint, China? Don't make me laug…." *Clang*, the sound of wood on wood resonated throughout the empty gym. Cerulean met crimson as their swords touched, and then a silence enveloped them. Okita had raised his sword in the nick of time to block the sudden attack, but if his reflexes had been delayed by a millisecond, then surely a giant bruise would have been left on his arm. He looked at the Yato who stood in stance like a lioness ready to pounce on her prey. " Oii China, aren't you being a little too seri…." She lunged forward, swinging the foreign feeling sword swiftly and with all her Yato power, still he managed to counter every lung, much to her dismay.

Kagura pushed Okita backwards with her fury of swings. To the left to the right, left, right, left right. As if reading her mind his sword always met hers. Kagura's face reddened again but this time due to anger. Damn the Sadist! She quickened her assaults, swing down, down, down, down!

*Clank*, Okita's sword fell to the ground, Kagura was sure of it even if she did not see it. She lowered her own sword as she breathed heavily with her hair covering her sweat laced face. "Not so great after…." But she stopped short of her gloating when she looked up from the ground and saw why the Sadist was so quiet.

Her porcelain skin turned even paler at the sight of the blood dripping from his mouth. Even though it was only a paltry amount, it resulted in the horrific image, the same recurring dream scene, to surface. If the shattering of a heart could be heard, then hers was deafening. Her vision blurred and soon the black spots she saw turned to complete darkness.

Okita nonchalantly wiped it from the corner of his mouth but it continued to flow. Great, just great he thought. He frowned at the crimson liquid staining his hands. Disregarding the fact that Kagura injured him, it bothered Okita more that he would have to give the gluttonous beast the joy of tasting victory. "Are you happy now, China?"he said with bitter resentment at the novice swordsman.

And when a snarky reply was not heard, Okita averted his attention from the annoying constant trickle of blood to see a petrified Kagura. She stood frozen, her whole body still as stone but her eyes shook with horror. Okita furrowed his brow in worry at the white as snow woman, he waved his bloodied hand instinctively in front of her face, " You ok?" he asked.

He saw the split motion of irises rolling upwards and the whites of her eyes taking their place. A millisecond later she fell to the ground. Okita outstretched his arm and was barely able to catch the fainting woman. In the chaos though, he tumbled to the ground with an unconscious Kagura in his grasp. " This woman!" he swore to himself as her body was half sprawled on his.

Okita shook her limp body, " wake up." He called, there was no answer. He did it again but to no avail. Panic began to overtake him, he shook her more vigorously this time, "Come on Kagura, you seriously need to wake up." Nothing, just the stillness of the overly large and overly empty gym answered him. He stared at her porcelain face with her eyes rolled upwards in the most horrific position possible. Gently he caressed her face and closed her eyelids, a dull pain overtaking his heart. It was disturbing enough to see such a strong woman-something he'll never admit out loud- fall helplessly to the ground, but there was more to the tale then just that. It felt as though an old nightmare, a thoroughly suppressed one, had forced its way to the surface of his mind and petrified him the same as Kagura. She was dying in his arms, that was the sole thought that coursed through his mind. The tears wield up and he had the insatiable need to kiss her. He wanted to take her lips into his and kiss them like there was no tomorrow, to kiss her like she meant the world to him, to kiss her like they had during their last departure. The tears rolled from his cheek. Quickly he wiped them away, unsure of why he currently felt so emotional.

Okita took Kagura's head into his hands and leaned forward. Their lips brushed for a second but the heartache he felt only increased, the pain was excruciating. He deepened the kiss, not caring if his tears stained her perfectly white face or if any of his blood tainted her, he didn't care about anything but this moment.

The sobbing male reluctantly parted his lips from hers, the brief lack of contact already causing a void in him. Touching his forehead with hers, he smiled whispered to the unconscious Kagura that " this time we will make it, I promise."

Her eyes fluttered open and she raised a hand to shield herself from the blinding light. Dizziness overcame her and a pounding headache ensured moments later. She placed her hands down on the solid surface, whatever it was, to balance herself in the spinning room. Once the turbulent motion ceased and her mind was able to think straight, Kagura's vision returned to her. There no longer existed black spots in her vision or weird disoriented shapes, things were beginning to look normal and clearly come into view. The first thing she noticed was the excessive amount of white adorning the room, and then it hit her like a speeding truck. Currently she was in the infirmary but from her last recollection she had been in the gym with…..Sadist! Expectantly Kagura scanned the room, half hoping that the vile man was here and half hoping he wasn't. After all that happened, she really loathed having to confront him about the inevitable. She grew pink with embarrassment just thinking about how horrifically humiliating it was to faint because of some blood.

Blood.

She touched her lips, tasting the faint trace of iron. It was the taste of blood. Odd, maybe she accidently bit herself when she fainted, and who knows how long she had been out for the count. Before her meandering thought could continue any further the rustling of the white curtain drew her attention. She watched as the rings holding the fabric dragged against the metal pole, causing an ear piercing scraping noise. Her eyes never wavered from the retracting curtain, somehow, call it a gut feeling, she knew who it was. Kagura's cerulean eyes expected to see an equally vivid pair of crimson ones.

After what felt like an eon, the mystery man behind the curtain revealed himself. She was right. Unsure whether to frown or smile, Kagura did neither. Instead, she sat with her back as straight as a ruler and stoically stared at the man.

"What are you doing here, Sadist?" She knew perfectly well why he was here. It embarrassed even herself how much of a tsundere she could be.

Normally Okita, being the notable sarcastic sadist he is, would have answered with a cheeky remark, but at this moment, in this sacrilegiously white and claustrophobically small infirmary, none came to mind. He exhaled a deep sigh, clearly exasperated from the events of the day.

" How you feeling, China?" he wearily asked the Yato, currently not keen on engaging in any form of bickering or taunting.

Kagura stared at the man, shocked to silence. She anticipated for him to say something snarky, something to remind her of her humiliation, but never did she expect concern from him. Taken aback by his question Kagura barely managed to croak out a feeble, " Fine."

With those void crimson eyes, Okita glared down into her soul, she swore that was an apt description for the sensation. He looked her up and down, examining the girl thoroughly. She cringed under his judgmental eyes. More likely than naught, Kagura assumed the sadist was picking at her every flaw, criticizing and condemning. She readied herself to hear the long laundry list of why she was a failure as a living creature, but only silence ensued.

Kagura saw Okita sigh once more. " If you say so China. I already called Otae for you, she'll be here shortly."

Unable to speak Kagura nodded her head. " If you need anything I'll be outside the door." He frowned, " Any place with medical equipment bother me."

She was about to ask him to stay, to sit by her side, to help her ease the loneliness and silence. The words caught in her throat as they were about to be spoken, and then it was too late, he had slide the door open and stepped onto the other side.

Kagura sat there motionless as the silence and scent of disinfectants consumed her. A maelstrom of events raged in her mind. Ranging from everything that happened in the dojo today, the encounter in the rain, to the recurring dreams, Kagura sat contemplating and organizing the jumble of information.

She tried her best to coherently piece together all the events that recently transpired, but very little of it made sense. How did a dream of her least favorite person in the world dying become both a nightmare and reality? When she first saw the blood dripping from the Sadist's mouth, a million thoughts ran through her mind. The common ones of worry and anxiety occurred but she always returned to this one dominating and assertive notion, he was going to die. Her mind screamed it so loud, HE'S DYING! HE'S DYING! It caused her to think of the flashbacks of that dream, the one in which Okita laid on her lap, heavily wounded and on his death bed. So when the blood began to trickle down from his wound, her mind panicked. It went into a state of shock and lo and behold, this was the aftermath, her sitting alone in the empty university infirmary with the dreaded man right outside its doors.

She pulled her hair in frustration. Enough was enough, the nonsense needed to end. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath Kagura decided it was a fine time to have a talk with the Sadist, an intimate one.

" Sadist." She called out in a voice much weaker than desired. He slide the door open, standing in the threshold. Leaning on the frame, he looked at the girl inquisitively.

"Yes?"

She inhaled once more and clenched her hands into a ball, it was now or never. " We need to talk." She said, her cerulean eyes locked with his crimson ones.

Yes I know, you all hate me because its a cliff hanger, I hate those too but it was the perfect way to end a chapter. And Im sorry if the whole, them remembering yet not really remembering scenes, are cryptic. I felt that their memories were more so pure feelings and that even if their brains don't know why they are crying, their hearts do. Was that a little too cliche? I digress, anyways I hoped you guys liked the story even with its faults.