Wake up... you always wake up... [closed?]
WHO: Kagura
WHAT: official Gintama loli undertaker Kagura makes use of her birthday present to Okita Sougo (burial)
WHERE: behind the old church
WHEN: Day 154.
This was the only time she was going to let him ride Sadaharu. And this was the only time she was going to handle him gently, he was broken enough as it is. She had him sit in front of him, holding on to his waist so he doesn't fall off. His head was bobbing up and down a lot, making it hard for her to see where they were going, so she had to wrap her arm around his chest to keep him still. Now she didn't have any hands free to hold her umbrella. Stupid rain. There was blood trickling down her cheek and it wasn't hers. Stupid sadist and his stupid okama girlfriend.
They stopped by the old church where she had buried Shinpachi. Well, it used to belong to Shinpachi, but now it belonged to him. She did give it to him as a birthday gift after all. She just didn't know he would need it so soon. She hopped off from Sadaharu, cradling the body in her arms. She stood in front of the grave and let him fall into the pit. There was a loud squelching sound when his body hit the bottom. Now he was muddied and bloodied.
She expected him to complain.
She expected him to open his eyes, complain about waking up too early, complain about the weather, complain about the mud. He would call her rudely, insult her, claw his way out of the mud and drag her down there. He was just that kind of a rotten person.
He laid there, unmoving as rain started to fill the pit. She watched as he floated closer, his body bobbing up and down the water like a badly-made paper boat. She poked him with a stick she found nearby, waiting for him to wake up.
She knew he would. He would swat the stick away with his hand, smile, say something like "What are you doing, China?", and like some sheer miracle she would find him standing in front of her like the invincible moron that he was.
He never did. The rain stopped. The ground absorbed the water quickly, and he floated downwards to his grave. Sadaharu was still sitting beside her, pawing the ground softly as the sun began to shine. It stung a bit, the sunlight.
"Let's go, Sadaharu." She hopped back on her dog, holding tightly to his fur. They were a just few steps away from where they left him when Kagura remembered something.
"Oh yeah, Sadaharu, you still have to- wait... you already went before coming here, didn't you? Maybe next time, then." She kicked the dog gently on its side and urged him to move on. The dog instead took a few steps back, kicked some dirt into his grave and walked away. He didn't complain as his master buried her face in his neck. He didn't mind if she was making weird whimpering noises as long as it doesn't get wet.
By the time they got home, Kagura was asleep. Sadaharu let her stay on her back as he took his place by the living room and waited for someone to come home.
WHAT: official Gintama loli undertaker Kagura makes use of her birthday present to Okita Sougo (burial)
WHERE: behind the old church
WHEN: Day 154.
This was the only time she was going to let him ride Sadaharu. And this was the only time she was going to handle him gently, he was broken enough as it is. She had him sit in front of him, holding on to his waist so he doesn't fall off. His head was bobbing up and down a lot, making it hard for her to see where they were going, so she had to wrap her arm around his chest to keep him still. Now she didn't have any hands free to hold her umbrella. Stupid rain. There was blood trickling down her cheek and it wasn't hers. Stupid sadist and his stupid okama girlfriend.
They stopped by the old church where she had buried Shinpachi. Well, it used to belong to Shinpachi, but now it belonged to him. She did give it to him as a birthday gift after all. She just didn't know he would need it so soon. She hopped off from Sadaharu, cradling the body in her arms. She stood in front of the grave and let him fall into the pit. There was a loud squelching sound when his body hit the bottom. Now he was muddied and bloodied.
She expected him to complain.
She expected him to open his eyes, complain about waking up too early, complain about the weather, complain about the mud. He would call her rudely, insult her, claw his way out of the mud and drag her down there. He was just that kind of a rotten person.
He laid there, unmoving as rain started to fill the pit. She watched as he floated closer, his body bobbing up and down the water like a badly-made paper boat. She poked him with a stick she found nearby, waiting for him to wake up.
She knew he would. He would swat the stick away with his hand, smile, say something like "What are you doing, China?", and like some sheer miracle she would find him standing in front of her like the invincible moron that he was.
He never did. The rain stopped. The ground absorbed the water quickly, and he floated downwards to his grave. Sadaharu was still sitting beside her, pawing the ground softly as the sun began to shine. It stung a bit, the sunlight.
"Let's go, Sadaharu." She hopped back on her dog, holding tightly to his fur. They were a just few steps away from where they left him when Kagura remembered something.
"Oh yeah, Sadaharu, you still have to- wait... you already went before coming here, didn't you? Maybe next time, then." She kicked the dog gently on its side and urged him to move on. The dog instead took a few steps back, kicked some dirt into his grave and walked away. He didn't complain as his master buried her face in his neck. He didn't mind if she was making weird whimpering noises as long as it doesn't get wet.
By the time they got home, Kagura was asleep. Sadaharu let her stay on her back as he took his place by the living room and waited for someone to come home.