[fic] [Lockdown]
Rating; T (for profanities and... eventual suggestiveness?)
Summary; In which Okita and Kagura decide to break up, and Gintoki just had to witness the whole thing. [Okita/Kagura]
Warning/s; I'm not good at handling Gintoki's POV. Because he's too awesome. *A*
Note/s; Written for iu_fanfiction's 20th challenge // prompt; Star-crossed. With a twist! o/
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Gintoki has yet to come across something so significantly entertaining or so unreasonably stupid in his whole life. Until now, anyway. And he’s lived for twenty-five years already, for goodness’ sake.
Come to think of it he did warn his little charge (she’s 17, but whatever) about relationships and whatnots. Intimacy of any kind is definitely wrong when a sadist is involved. Intimacy is, also, very, very immoral when a sadist has plenty of weird kinks going on in his head.
Kagura, who’s fond of keeping (almost) all of his advices on her head, just had to- ironically- not heed his warnings. Or maybe she didn’t want it any other way.
Or maybe she has unknowingly walked down the path of masochism.
He quickly dismisses the thought. That’s not possible. Definitely not possible. Sadism is the- thing that binds the two in the first place! Obviously hate and hate go hand-in-hand.
In any case, the gloom that has draped itself over the… the couple has become more and more apparent lately. A part of him is ready to chide Kagura (or Okita, given the chance) about teenage melodramas and the subsequent consequences. But the other part of him gets the upper hand instead- which means he’s to wait for whatever will unfold.
Well, it’s not like he’s knowledgeable about the lovey-dovey stuffs. He’s slightly grateful of the Gintama staff, you know? Because he thinks they’ll never pair him up with anyone from the Gintama female cast. Which can actually be a good thing.
So he lies there in wait, quite troubled by the lush stream of bushes that lined the ground (cliché, but for his defense, he’d say love-hate relationships are the same, too). The weather overhead is dangerously ominous. He scans the playground, hoping to spot a speck of fiery orange hair or a sight of the Shinsengumi uniform. Preferably both.
Okita and Kagura aren’t ones to disappoint.
-
Okita has other matters to attend to. More criminals to chase after. More Kill-Hijikata operations to plan. No, trying to ‘mend a broken heart’ is definitely not on his list, and even if he’s sometimes one to anticipate beating the crap out of Kagura, today’s undoubtedly not the perfect date.
-He resists the urge to kill the anime staff. They’re trying to transform the show into some forlorn shoujo anime with the traditional break-ups and the dramatic downpour to match. His back is dripping wet and he had to deal with an enraged Yato clansman. Hijikata will probably laugh his ass off at this pathetic scene if he happens to pass by.
He mentally calculates the odds of her snapping her control over her vicious bloodline. He’s hoping it won’t be anytime soon, thank you very much. For the meantime, he’s pinning down a thrashing monster girl. Trying to buy some time for him to finally explain his side- which shouldn’t be the case, see, because he’s certain he did not do anything that angered her now.
Except maybe for the fact that he accidentally threw her stash of sukonbu on the trash bin earlier, but that’s beside the point. Surely she won’t stoop that low, will she?
“Look, can we settle this the non-violent way? It’s already 5 PM, and you made me miss the 4 o’clock drama rerun.”
“Asshole!”
He sighs, and evades a punch aimed at his stomach, which forced him to let her go. He takes a step back.
“Something wrong, China?”
“You,” she replies with spite, trying to catch up with her breath, her back still pressed against the damp ground. He wills his stare away from her body and lands it- anywhere, just not on the body lying a foot from him. The rain is seriously screwing up with his mind.
From behind the bushes, Gintoki inaudibly sits cross-legged.
“Ah, well, what about me?”
“You cheated on me, bastard.”
Okita momentarily considers this for a while. One thing’s for sure: he has yet to get himself drunk this year.
“I don’t cheat.”
“You do, uh-huh. Numerous times. Like the time you poured laxative on my tea.”
She heaves herself up, lazily and heavily, what with her clammy outfit. The current weather isn’t helping, either.
“I thought you’re the one who’s supposed to make sense.”
“I am making sense, for your information.”
He looks at her again and arches a brow.
“Oi, you’re not stalling, are you?”
“The hell am I supposed to stall for? I’m the one who’s hurt here!”
“Because?”
“You cheated on me.”
“Stop being a broken record, China. How am I supposed to clear things out when you’re not cooperating?”
A pregnant silence breaks between them.
“Huh. So, you want to break up?”
Well now. That came out wrong. His tone lacked the amusement and the mockery. He’s a little bit hoping she won’t notice the change though. She’s always been keen towards the tiniest details and he doesn’t really know where she learned that skill.
That takes her aback. She faces upwards and stares at him.
“I have more right to propose that, bastard.”
“Okay,” he says, and draws a sharp intake of breath, “I’m listening. Well?”
She purses her lips together and then.
“Yeah. Break up,” she mouths, with a considerable amount of pride and malevolence and regret, “Perfect.”
.
It would’ve been easier if she directed a kick on his shin, because by then her declaration would’ve had a lesser meaning.
Except that she didn’t.
But for some reason, despite her parting words and all that finality-shit, he finds a seat on an unmanned swing set, with her taking the other one. There are no words spoken, and the rain continues to go pitter-patter on the Earth.
.
Nobody messes with his ego. Not when the issue in hand isn’t worth stressing over, to begin with.
.
Nobody messes with her ego. Not when somebody tries to cheat on her- her, a Yato clansman, of all things.
-
Gintoki steps up, ambles towards the manned swing set, and hits them both on the head.
“Oi, do you kids even know what today is?”
“…No,” they groan in chorus, followed by Kagura’s “That hurt, Gin-chan.”
“It’s Valentines’ Day,” Gintoki says plainly, staring blandly ahead, “It’s supposed to be the gayest day in the history of mankind.”
“Going to the Shinsengumi headquarters, danna? Hijikata-san’s probably there.”
He strikes a fist on Okita’s head again, and continues, “You’re lucky to find your match in a series that’s jam-packed with batshit-insane characters, stalkers, and chain-smokers. Be grateful, Sugiyama-kun.”
“Am I supposed to be thankful that they paired me up with a monster girl- ow!”
“Not many people are coupled with a cute Yato girl, stupid!”
He sighs, turns his back on them, and looks back.
“Oi, I’m trying to be a peace-maker here, so make up and rid the day of unwanted break-ups,” he tells them, and then murmurs mostly to himself, “As if we didn’t have enough infidelities already. Kids these days.”
-
That night, Okita hears a quiet crash, a shuffle and then a soft groan within the Shinsengumi premises.
Followed suddenly by a pebble thrown at his shoji screen door. He gets up, and waits for a succeeding action. Another pebble smacks against the door.
Fine. He’ll play Juliet.
He slides the door open, and scarcely misses a rose hurled at him in an accurate projectile. He narrows his eyes. She looks as if she didn’t undergo a change of clothes.
Oh. Which is exactly the case here, isn’t it.
“-The hell are you doing here, China?”
“Celebrating, obviously.”
“By trying to kill me,” he retorts, flashing a backward glance at the rose that fell on the floor.
She puts a hand on her hip and gestures at the rose.
“Yeah. You owe me a dozen of that next month, uh-huh.”
He smirks slightly, and grates, “What, is that your means of apologizing? Very uncivilized.”
“Be thankful, bastard!”
He takes these all in for a brief while, and agrees.
“Deal. God, you’re so annoying.”
“Hey! That’s unnecessary!”
He yanks her into his room forcefully and ensnares her hands with handcuffs.
“You-!”
“For murder attempt,” he explains simply, enigmatically smiles, and slides the shoji door close behind him.
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END
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Summary; In which Okita and Kagura decide to break up, and Gintoki just had to witness the whole thing. [Okita/Kagura]
Warning/s; I'm not good at handling Gintoki's POV. Because he's too awesome. *A*
Note/s; Written for iu_fanfiction's 20th challenge // prompt; Star-crossed. With a twist! o/
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Gintoki has yet to come across something so significantly entertaining or so unreasonably stupid in his whole life. Until now, anyway. And he’s lived for twenty-five years already, for goodness’ sake.
Come to think of it he did warn his little charge (she’s 17, but whatever) about relationships and whatnots. Intimacy of any kind is definitely wrong when a sadist is involved. Intimacy is, also, very, very immoral when a sadist has plenty of weird kinks going on in his head.
Kagura, who’s fond of keeping (almost) all of his advices on her head, just had to- ironically- not heed his warnings. Or maybe she didn’t want it any other way.
Or maybe she has unknowingly walked down the path of masochism.
He quickly dismisses the thought. That’s not possible. Definitely not possible. Sadism is the- thing that binds the two in the first place! Obviously hate and hate go hand-in-hand.
In any case, the gloom that has draped itself over the… the couple has become more and more apparent lately. A part of him is ready to chide Kagura (or Okita, given the chance) about teenage melodramas and the subsequent consequences. But the other part of him gets the upper hand instead- which means he’s to wait for whatever will unfold.
Well, it’s not like he’s knowledgeable about the lovey-dovey stuffs. He’s slightly grateful of the Gintama staff, you know? Because he thinks they’ll never pair him up with anyone from the Gintama female cast. Which can actually be a good thing.
So he lies there in wait, quite troubled by the lush stream of bushes that lined the ground (cliché, but for his defense, he’d say love-hate relationships are the same, too). The weather overhead is dangerously ominous. He scans the playground, hoping to spot a speck of fiery orange hair or a sight of the Shinsengumi uniform. Preferably both.
Okita and Kagura aren’t ones to disappoint.
-
Okita has other matters to attend to. More criminals to chase after. More Kill-Hijikata operations to plan. No, trying to ‘mend a broken heart’ is definitely not on his list, and even if he’s sometimes one to anticipate beating the crap out of Kagura, today’s undoubtedly not the perfect date.
-He resists the urge to kill the anime staff. They’re trying to transform the show into some forlorn shoujo anime with the traditional break-ups and the dramatic downpour to match. His back is dripping wet and he had to deal with an enraged Yato clansman. Hijikata will probably laugh his ass off at this pathetic scene if he happens to pass by.
He mentally calculates the odds of her snapping her control over her vicious bloodline. He’s hoping it won’t be anytime soon, thank you very much. For the meantime, he’s pinning down a thrashing monster girl. Trying to buy some time for him to finally explain his side- which shouldn’t be the case, see, because he’s certain he did not do anything that angered her now.
Except maybe for the fact that he accidentally threw her stash of sukonbu on the trash bin earlier, but that’s beside the point. Surely she won’t stoop that low, will she?
“Look, can we settle this the non-violent way? It’s already 5 PM, and you made me miss the 4 o’clock drama rerun.”
“Asshole!”
He sighs, and evades a punch aimed at his stomach, which forced him to let her go. He takes a step back.
“Something wrong, China?”
“You,” she replies with spite, trying to catch up with her breath, her back still pressed against the damp ground. He wills his stare away from her body and lands it- anywhere, just not on the body lying a foot from him. The rain is seriously screwing up with his mind.
From behind the bushes, Gintoki inaudibly sits cross-legged.
“Ah, well, what about me?”
“You cheated on me, bastard.”
Okita momentarily considers this for a while. One thing’s for sure: he has yet to get himself drunk this year.
“I don’t cheat.”
“You do, uh-huh. Numerous times. Like the time you poured laxative on my tea.”
She heaves herself up, lazily and heavily, what with her clammy outfit. The current weather isn’t helping, either.
“I thought you’re the one who’s supposed to make sense.”
“I am making sense, for your information.”
He looks at her again and arches a brow.
“Oi, you’re not stalling, are you?”
“The hell am I supposed to stall for? I’m the one who’s hurt here!”
“Because?”
“You cheated on me.”
“Stop being a broken record, China. How am I supposed to clear things out when you’re not cooperating?”
A pregnant silence breaks between them.
“Huh. So, you want to break up?”
Well now. That came out wrong. His tone lacked the amusement and the mockery. He’s a little bit hoping she won’t notice the change though. She’s always been keen towards the tiniest details and he doesn’t really know where she learned that skill.
That takes her aback. She faces upwards and stares at him.
“I have more right to propose that, bastard.”
“Okay,” he says, and draws a sharp intake of breath, “I’m listening. Well?”
She purses her lips together and then.
“Yeah. Break up,” she mouths, with a considerable amount of pride and malevolence and regret, “Perfect.”
.
It would’ve been easier if she directed a kick on his shin, because by then her declaration would’ve had a lesser meaning.
Except that she didn’t.
But for some reason, despite her parting words and all that finality-shit, he finds a seat on an unmanned swing set, with her taking the other one. There are no words spoken, and the rain continues to go pitter-patter on the Earth.
.
Nobody messes with his ego. Not when the issue in hand isn’t worth stressing over, to begin with.
.
Nobody messes with her ego. Not when somebody tries to cheat on her- her, a Yato clansman, of all things.
-
Gintoki steps up, ambles towards the manned swing set, and hits them both on the head.
“Oi, do you kids even know what today is?”
“…No,” they groan in chorus, followed by Kagura’s “That hurt, Gin-chan.”
“It’s Valentines’ Day,” Gintoki says plainly, staring blandly ahead, “It’s supposed to be the gayest day in the history of mankind.”
“Going to the Shinsengumi headquarters, danna? Hijikata-san’s probably there.”
He strikes a fist on Okita’s head again, and continues, “You’re lucky to find your match in a series that’s jam-packed with batshit-insane characters, stalkers, and chain-smokers. Be grateful, Sugiyama-kun.”
“Am I supposed to be thankful that they paired me up with a monster girl- ow!”
“Not many people are coupled with a cute Yato girl, stupid!”
He sighs, turns his back on them, and looks back.
“Oi, I’m trying to be a peace-maker here, so make up and rid the day of unwanted break-ups,” he tells them, and then murmurs mostly to himself, “As if we didn’t have enough infidelities already. Kids these days.”
-
That night, Okita hears a quiet crash, a shuffle and then a soft groan within the Shinsengumi premises.
Followed suddenly by a pebble thrown at his shoji screen door. He gets up, and waits for a succeeding action. Another pebble smacks against the door.
Fine. He’ll play Juliet.
He slides the door open, and scarcely misses a rose hurled at him in an accurate projectile. He narrows his eyes. She looks as if she didn’t undergo a change of clothes.
Oh. Which is exactly the case here, isn’t it.
“-The hell are you doing here, China?”
“Celebrating, obviously.”
“By trying to kill me,” he retorts, flashing a backward glance at the rose that fell on the floor.
She puts a hand on her hip and gestures at the rose.
“Yeah. You owe me a dozen of that next month, uh-huh.”
He smirks slightly, and grates, “What, is that your means of apologizing? Very uncivilized.”
“Be thankful, bastard!”
He takes these all in for a brief while, and agrees.
“Deal. God, you’re so annoying.”
“Hey! That’s unnecessary!”
He yanks her into his room forcefully and ensnares her hands with handcuffs.
“You-!”
“For murder attempt,” he explains simply, enigmatically smiles, and slides the shoji door close behind him.
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END
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