I finally updated, yay! I want to firstly apologize for my laziness, I already graduated high school and started my summer a few weeks ago, therefore I have no excuse for being lazy but I just couldn't force myself to write the story, until now anyway. I'll stop my rammbling and hope you guys enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING

A gust of wind blew by, sending the curtains flying in all direction. However, amidst the madness of fluttering fabric, two bodies stood still as stone, anticipation consuming them. When the wind at last subsided, Okita took one long stride forward and closed the door gently behind him.

Although Okita wore his usual stoic expression, the speed at which his heart beat was undeniable. Call it a sixth or whatever it may be, but this was the calm before the storm and the topic they were further to discuss would shake the very fabric of their already thin-as-ice relationship.

Inhaling a breath, Okita stared the Yato straight in the eyes and answered with a spurious demeanor of calmness. " What is it, China?"

Kagura's clutched the sheets, her hands tightening after hearing his answer. Did he really not know?!Or what the bastard being irritating as usual and forging ignorance?! Locking their eyes like before, Kagura stared long and hard with an intensity that could bare a hole in the soul.

She said two words, " The dream." What was supposed to be a strong and confident voice instead rolled off the tongue, quiet as a whisper, as if it was a secret meant for their ears only.

Okita flinched at the sound, he quickly recomposed himself though but that momentary lapse was enough evidence for her. Closing his eyes, Okita bit his lip in frustration. Unwillingly he had revealed the extent of his knowledge, and although unprepared to open Pandora's box, Okita knew better than to fight with the inevitable. The talk would progress forward, regardless of what he wanted.

"I know the dream." He said after a brief silence. The once overly cocky captain of the Kendo team now fidgeted under the scrutinizing gaze of a bedridden woman. To be more precise, the gaze of the woman haunting his restless nights. Okita swore the heaven's cursed him with an eternal bad luck when pertaining to women. First his beloved sister passes away and every night for the days following his was plagued with the sight of her lying in the hospital bed, her death bed. And now this horrid dream. However, instead of the woman dying, it was he who had to leave first. Okita was conflicted between deciding which was worst, the fact that he died a gruesome death? Or seeing the excruciating pain across the woman's face as he laid in her lap during his final breaths? Who was he kidding, Okita was dying in the arms of Kagura, not the woman, not China, but Kagura.

Finally she spoke, " Sougo, it's us from the…." But her sentence was interrupted abruptly with the opening of the infirmary door.

Okita turned to glare menacingly at the culprit; the conversation was personal, almost intimate.

"Oh, did I interrupt something?" asked the raven hair gentleman after seeing their surprised expressions. Okita returned to his stoic demeanor and shrugged his shoulders, it was him.

"Not much, Takasugi-sensei." He said while glancing backwards at Kagura. Okita may have failed to recognize who the man was, but Kagura vaguely recalled the sinister man standing before her. Although still deathly pale, Kagura stood from the infirmary bed and quickly put on her shoes. She had to leave, now.

"You didn't interrupt anything, I was just leaving, excuse me." She said while slipping past the two men and bolting out the door. Before Okita could grasp what happened, the Yato was no where in sight.

"Damn her." He mumbled to himself. She was the one who wanted to talk and now out of the blue she ran away?! What is this nonsense?!

Takasugi placed his hand on Okita's shoulder. " I apologize if it was my fault. Why don't you go after her Okita-kun, she doesn't seem well." Okita brushed the cold hand off. The man gave him the chills, and if his sixth sense functioned properly, then it was currently sounding an alarm to get as far away as possible from the man.

"Thanks, sensei. I will." And just as Kagura had done, Okita raced down the corridor in search for his China and far far away from the eerie man.

The raven haired man watched as Okita's figure diminished until it faded completely. He pulled out a cigarette (even though he knew smoking was prohibited on the campus) and lit it, the smoke surrounding him in seconds. " Soon" he mumbled to himself, "soon".

Kagura only slowed her pace after rounding the corner to the gym, no distance was far enough when dealing with that man, but for now, this would do. She placed a hand on the rough brick wall, catching her breathe and letting her under oxygenated lungs breath again.

Personally, she did not know Takasugi sensei. Besides the known facts, like he was the school doctor, not much else was known about the man. However, he even earned himself the nickname "one of the seven mysteries of TC university". Kagura could care less about such trivial facts though, he could be a secret host for all she care. The true reason for her disdain towards the stranger was on a more primal level, it was his aura. Every time their paths crossed a sudden chill would follow, the sort of chill that sent shivers down the spine and caused cold sweat to break out. He was a predator. Even without her Yato blood Kagura could sense the malicious intent from miles away. It seeped from every pore within his body, and her instincts continually urged her to escape, to flee an unwinnable battle. Her instincts have yet to lead her astray, so she ran with all her Yato speed.

Slumping to the ground, Kagura sat crouched with her back to the wall. The whole ordeal was not a total waste, before the interruption, the sadist did admit to having recollections of that ominous dream. He knew as much or even more then she did, at the very least they were getting closer to being on the same page. Now the better question was, did he understand any of it? Or was it just sentimental nonsense like she perceived it to be? She swore this was a test, it had to be, why else was she being subjected to such torture?

With impeccable timing, the sadist appeared before her, panting from what seemed like a fast sprint.

"Sadist…." Was all that she managed to mumble. To say she was surprised would be an understatement, Kagura did not want to tot her own horn but she ran very fast, fast enough to be considered one of the best sprinters on the track team. And here this man was, having both a later start and appearing only seconds later. She underestimated him in more than just one way. Her perception of him gradually changed throughout the day, and she knew it would continue to change.

"We need to continue our talk." He huffed out between breaths. Taking the exact words right out of her mouth, Kagura patted the spot next to her.

"I know." He sat without another word. Leaning backwards, Okita rested his head against the wall, trying to catch his breath, this talk was important and he could not be distributed again simply because his lungs would not function. Kagura patiently waited, even if the wait was agonizing.

She was the one to begin. " What do you remember from the dream? For me it always ends when I break into tears."

" Sorry to disappoint you, China, but I don't remember much else besides that either. Its always that one scene where I am lying in your lap, dying. But its not really me that's dying, it's the person in the dream."

"Your dead ringer, you mean?" she asked. He turned his head towards her.

" I could say the same for you. That woman looks and awful lot like a gluttonous beast I unfortunately happen to know." He intercepted the incoming fist. " Feisty now aren't we, China?" he said with a smirk.

Kagura lowed her fist and shot daggers at the male with her glare, " Sadist, I can see your not as tire as you appear or else you wouldn't be able to taunt me as usual. I underestimated your sadistic nature."

"Ill take that as a compliment, China. By the way, you don't look any better yourself. I know you live in a cave and all but have you never heard of a hairbrush? Or is you mane just too untamable?"

"I am trying very hard not to beat the shit out of you right now, so shut your mouth and get to the point or Ill beat you to a pulp." She said clutching her fists tightly, this aggravating bastard really knew how to push her buttons.

Okita turned away from the fuming woman and chuckled to himself. " Why does this feel so nostalgic? I swear we've never met before. How long has it been? Half a year?"

Kagura agreed, their bickering, while infuriating, did leave a sense of nostalgia, as if they have had the same conversation some time before. Although they fight like cats and dogs whenever they met, this feeling was different. The sensation stretched beyond the brief 6 months they spent together, it felt like a longer span of time, years almost. And a certain comfort, not that of an acquaintance or even a friend, a comfort associated with a more intimate type of relationship, that of a lover.

"We met at the dojo, remember?" she answered mindlessly, her thoughts still consumed with the possibility of her loving the atrocious monstrosity known as Okita Sougo. While the mere thought appalled her in many aspects, a margin of possibility did exist. What if they were lovers? What if?

" I was a swordsman." He said, interrupting her wandering mind. She gave him a curious glance.

"You still are."

He shook his head, " That's not what I mean, China. In the dream I was also a swordsman, is this some sort of weird fate?"

" I don't know Sadist, I really don't. It don't know why you were dying, I don't know why my heart broke at the sight or why a waterfall of tears ran down my face, and I definitely don't know why we both are plagued with the same exact dream. "

"It's a vision of our future, or our past, maybe." He said while rustling his head, " I have no idea, for once I'm as clueless as you." Half expecting another punch to come his way, Okita raised his arms to shield himself. However, the punch never came and instead Kagura was uncharacteristically calm,resting her head on his shoulder.

" We were in love, Sougo."

His brain told him to act surprised and push her away but his body said otherwise. He enveloped her in a tight hug, craving the touch. And Kagura mutually consented, she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his body, enjoying the comfort and relief of having him in her arms. It filled a void she did not know even existed,it was a nice feeling, one that she could grow accustom to. Without intending to, Okita bent forward and delivered a soft peck to her tender lips. His mind screamed that the whole situation was wrong yet stopping was impossible. Kagura knew full well that the current situation was odd, they were both acting out of character, and no matter how much their minds screamed for them to stop, their bodies simply could not. That's why when she lend in for another kiss he gladly accepted, parting only after their faces were flushed and they were panting for air.

"And we still are." He whispered to her.

What in the world was going on? Why was he kissing the gluttonous monster? And why was he professing his love for her out of left field? Okita did not know, it was just instinct. But if anything, he knew that this felt so right and that the consequences could be dealt with later. He dove in for another kiss, attempting to fill his insatiable desires. He had waited too long, but no more. She was in his arms now and that meant much more than Okita would ever truly realize.

How was it? Horrendous? So-so? I really don't even know where I am trying to take this story, at the moment I'm just going with the flow. But I do have some ideas planned out so hopefully everything will work out. And did you guys like the little bit of romance? I know it doesn't make a lot of sense at times but I'll try to elaborate more in future chapters. I hope you enjoyed though!