#if that fight w that baldie gave us any idea...

[azusaluvclub]

what did eugene even do like im genuiniely heartbroken for him ;; bro dongha is so fucking selfish. seriously. eugene was just living his life, finally getting the recognition he deserves, he didnt do shit wrong ;;;;;; GAHHHHHHH

[akelyokikagu]

The Shinsenlosers - I

Chapter one: A start with broken things

Okita Sougo threw the green-coloured bills on the table in front of the woman. They were in the Snack Smile cabaret, liked for being one of the rare neutral club where you could have fun without being part of the Yakuzas, and without being led to unfortunate accidents. The Shinsengumi took up after the feudal wolves for their name, their ways could be compared to their precursors: they roamed through the streets of Roponggi and Kabuki districts, and kept them relatively calm from other gangs.

As to why he was now in Snack Smile, or how to explain the thousands of yens that lied on the glass table; it could be summarised in one single person in the name of Kondo Isao. The very chief of their family, of the Shinsengumi, and the one helplessly in love with a hostess here. Otae Shimura never accepted the man’s romantic advances, and Okita thought he might as well have fun with a girl here rather than watching his leader being ridiculused by a hostess for the nth time. Besides, if one had to perform such boring tasks there was Hijikata Toushirou do to, watching Kondo’s every steps.

Even if they were in a neutral territory, some rival gangs could always disrespect the agreements and attack. Then again, Okita didn’t really care as their men were spilled around the club with their katanas as main weapon, as well as guns.

He stared at the women facing him, “What? Is it not enough?” He asked as she was cocking her eyebrows disdainfully at the pile of bills. “I think it’s enough for a girl like you. Your friends are not always this lucky.”

“What is this? No, who do you take me for, bastard, I’m not a hostess here. You can take back your money.”

Sougo let out a deadpan ‘Oh’.

“What the fuck is wrong with your brain? Do I look like a hostess to you?” She had her arms akimbo, and one leg on the table in a very unrefined manner.

“Well,” he stared at her face — she was pretty enough to sell her face. Red hair and blue eyes were rare in their country, and white skin adored. His eyes traveled to her body. It was tightly hugged by the red silky fabric, and as a man he could appreciate its well-endowed features and curves. He would have continued to stare, if not for the female smacking his head suddenly that he almost crashed against the glass panel of the table.

“Are all Japanese men so perverted? Or are you just the worst example,” she paused and stared at his baby face, before concluding. “Chihuahua.”

The insult irked Sougo at the utmost. No one could dare to demean him to a lowly, small dog, and allies like enemies respected him as one of the best fighters around. He got up and grabbed the woman by the collar; but she didn’t flinch for a bit.

“What?” She spat in her annoying accent. “Have a problem?”

“The problem is you China girl, who are you to call me Chihuahua? I’m able to kick your ass out of the country, don’t you know?”

“Haaah? Kicking my ass? You wish. I’ll explode you in a fight, can you even call yourself a man? You. Are. Short.” She snickered.

“This is rich, coming from a bratty girl like you? Do all Chinese have such bad accent? Aru-aruing so much.”

“What did you say?” The female’s hand swiftly detached his from her collar, caught it firm between hers before using her strength to throw him before her. He crashed loudly against a neighbour chair, almost crushing a hostess in his way.

“What kind of woman is she ?” he muttered under his breath. He weighed easily seventy kilos despite being only 1m70 centimeters, for he was toned and worked out regularly. Now, Okita Sougo was pretty sure the girl had thrown him easily as if he were a bag of chips.

Was Okita Sougo a bag of chips, made of air? No, he wasn’t.

“What’s wrong Chihuahua? Cats go your tongue now?” The woman stepped to admire her work: him stil shaken by the hit, ass flat on the ground. She looked like a goddess from above, but this might come from the lighting behind her, and the colour of her hair.

“Shut up,” he struggled to rise up. If it were to happen at his youngest years, he would take the hit well. With time passing he became more experimented, and he was surprised by how fast she was — so fast that he couldn’t even react correctly. By the time he noticed the danger he was already flying. “You’re probably a monster hidden as a female.”

“Oi Sougo, what are you doing?” Hijikata Toshirou stepped in. “You messed with someone again, haven’t you? This is not part of our places!”

“Ask China girl here, she was the one who threw me.” He shuffled his hair, wondering if he had gotten any head injuries.

“A China girl? Did you drink?” Hijikata looked around. “There’s no Chinese girl here, besides how could a girl throw you? That’s some shitty excuses. Come on, let’s go, Kondo-san is sniffing and you’re dead-drunk.”

“I’m not drunk!” When Sougo’s eyes scanned the room, he couldn’t see the woman anymore, anywhere. It was as if she disappeared magically. “Huh..where did she go?”

“See, you’re hallucinating,” Hijikata sighed, and lighted his cigarette.

Okita Sougo was astounded, he wondered if he did hallucinate of a China girl, but knew he didn’t. She was real. “…I wasn’t.”

“Sure, I don’t care. Let’s go and take Kondo-san back before the woman kills him off,” he referred to Otae who was happily stepping on their boss. Boss who, probably, badly handled her. They had to admit that there were much better men at flirting than Kondo Isao.

Kagura hasted out of Snack Smile as soon as the other man had come; she didn’t want to be involved further with Chihuahua-san. He may be an idiotic, and pathetic man, but he did look like he had power. First of all, he had money, and it was a good clue already to his status.

Why he took her for a hostess girl, she didn’t know, but next time she would show him what was to hurt the pride of a Yato. They weren’t one of the most dangerous clan for nothing. She wasn’t always prideful for being part of the mafia, but she respected its rules and veneration for strength; it was better to be strong than weak.

“He got lucky this time,” she murmured.“Ahhh, Pap and Kamui are still inside, what do I do now?” Kagura didn’t know where to go, now in the streets. Ever since they entered Japan she had only been tagging along with them en of her family; since they knew the country better than her. What could she do here, in the cold of the streets?

How course, she had to be in the Love Hotel district, of all places. It was not the worse in Tokyo, but certainly wasn’t the best one to be in as a foreigner too. To top the cake she didn’t have her money either on her — Kamui was usually the one to carry the cards. Rather, Abuto was carrying it, and he was always baby-sitting Kamui.

“I’ll curse the Chihuahua for this.” She took a big breath, and made the best smile she could muster in her state of anger.

“Mister!” She called out a random man who was about to enter a car — nice car. The man looked young, maybe a rich brat? And most of all he looked as lost as she was. He was the greatest prey for any cunning women: a (rich) cherry boy.

Kagura leaned towards him. “I’m sorry Mister, can I have a bit of your time?”

“S-Sure,” the boy answered shyly. “Is there something wrong?”

“W-well,” she stuttered perfectly, “you see, I was out in a club around here, but someone stole my purse. I don’t have any money to go home…”

“Oh,” the boy brightened. “Do you want me to send you home?”

“Err, thanks a lot sir, but I can’t accept. Your car,” she pointed its white paint following the sportive curves, “is too flashy and my parents will worry if a man sent me home. There will be…Rumours you see?”

“Of course. Here,” he extended cash — more than what one needed to take the sub. She knew men like him wouldn’t know about every day’s values for money, and good thing, because she needed a lot even if it’s just some snacks. “Please accept this then, miss.”

“Thanks!” She grinned internally at her success and ran away before he could ask for her name or numbers.

“Now, where do I buy food here?” She said to herself as hotels surrounded her peripheral vision.

“Have you seen my daughter?”

“Baldy, I don’t think asking a naked man is the best idea to know where Kagura is.” Kamui stared at the stark naked Gorilla on the floor, he had seen a girl stepping on him just earlier. “Japanese men sure like fetishes.”

“It may be true Kamui, but maybe he saw her shoes since he’s on the floor.” Umibouzu nudged the man with his boot, “She wears black heels.”

“… What are you two doing to Kondo-san?” Hijikata Toshirou demanded. Now, not that Kondo looked like anything respectable like this, but he was still their boss. One couldn’t look down to the Shinsengumi and its representatives so easily.

“Hey, you two,” Kamui called out, “have you seen my sister? Red dress, red long hair and blue eyes. She’s tall, too.”

Okita gave Hijikata a ‘I-told-you’ look.

“You saw her.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Okita deadpanned.

“I don’t like your tone,” a vein popped on Kamui’s forehead. “What have you done to her? Did you harass her sexually? Tell me you didn’t.”

“Aaah? Who harassed my Kagura?!” Umibouzu screamed furiously, directing his angry eyes at Sougo. “You harassed her? Hey, aren’t you…You’re part of the Yakuza, don’t you?” He squinted, and seemed to recognise his face. “Did you drug her?”

“I wouldn’t drug such ugly woman.”

“My daughter,” Umibouzu seethed through his teeth, “Is not ugly. She’s the most beautiful being in the whole universe you know?”

“Oi Sougo, apologize. We don’t want to mess here!” Hijikata grabbed for Kondo — but Kamui crushed his hand with his foot.

“Oya, oya, you have to answer us first. This is civil, after all.”

“Civil my ass.” Hijikata was starting to be irritated too. “We didn’t do anything to your sister or whatever so let Kondo-san alone. Sougo, what happened with the girl?”

“Well, I wanted to buy her first because — ”

Umibouzu saw red, and his arm worked alone. They shot out and their extremity, the fist, kissed Sougo right on the nose in an impressing force. A bone-cracking noise resonated as Okita Sougo was sent flying once again, he cursed internally at the China family, and their kink to injure him.

“Souuuugooo!”

“Ah. Baldy, I think this wasn’t necessary — ”

“Kaguuuuuraaaaaa! Where’s my dear daughter? What did you do to her immense purity?” The egg-headed man bellowed, and would have killed Okita on the spot if it wasn’t for his son restraining him.

“Baldy. She’s right here,” he pointed at the entrance. Kagura was munching something in her mouth, and looked at the scene, bored. “Sister dear, where have you gone to?”

“…”

“I can explain everything.”

“I just went out for some food, then I heard a loud noise. Thought’ you guys were doing a ruckus again.”

“Well, this is fine now since we’re reunited again. It’s a happy story.” Kamui looked at Okita who was holding his bleeding nose, “maybe not for you Sandy-san.”

“Who’s sandy?” Okita groaned. “What’s with your family China girl? First you crush, now my nose is broken by your father. Does Onii-chan need to hit me too and complete?”

“It was YOUR fault. And I’m not China girl. I’m a woman, have a name.”

Kamui stared surprised at the familiarity in their interactions. Of course, he didn’t show it in his ever-smiling face, even if he had a malicious idea behind.

“You still broke my bones, and your father my nose I’m asking for repayment.”

“Sougo, can’t you let it pass?” Hijikata hoisted the in-comatose Kondo on his back, “We have to go to a doctor.”

“Ohhh right, Hijibaka-san!” (“Who’s an idiot — ”) Sougo clasped his hands. “Who’s gonna pay for my medical fee? It’s gonna cost a lost, and an extra for ruining my handsome face of course.” He grinned to Kagura, “Are you ready to sign the check?”

“Who’s gonna pay for your face? I don’t care of what happened to it.” She scoffed.

“Oya, oya,” Kamui helped Okita to get up and slung an arm around his neck and acted overly-friendly. “What about my sister? You can keep her for a while until you heal, she’s a Yato and she’s very strong.”

“Kamui what the FUCK are you planning now — ”

“Excluding sexual services, she can do everything. Isn’t this perfect?”

“Son, I don’t think this is a good idea and I don’t agr — ”

“Onii-chan can have some nice ideas.” Okita smirked coyly at Kagura, “Right. I think you broke my arms China…ouch, it hurts,” he deadpanned. “What am I going do to? Even money can’t get my arm and my face back.”

“I didn’t break anything you idiot, you’re obviously lying! Kamui, are you seriously giving me to this pervert?!”

“Buuuut, since I’m a generous man, I’ll accept your brother’s proposal. You’ll work under me until my arm and nose heal back.” Okita slung his ‘broken’ arm around Kamui. “It’s a deal Onii-chan.”

“Ka-” Kagura was desperate, her eyes dark and her mouth hanging open. “KAMUIIIIIIIIII!”

“Nice Hijibaka-san, we got a new slave.”

“Sougo, she’s gonna be your problem. Not the Shinsengumi’s.” The older man said sternly, and tired from Okita’s childish act.

What does he want with this girl anyway?