What makes history (Hijikata x OC)

Cat's out of the bag

This voice, much deeper, belonged to a red-haired man who had effectively discarded Shinpachi. How had he sensed the necklace? I kept it hidden at all times under my clothes, and the gem didn't look magical at all. Did they sense auras?

A small gasp, by my side, told me Hijikata was surprised. Fuck. We had just found a truce. My silence only caused Kazama's smirk to grow.

"Interesting. You welcome two females in your ranks, one is an Oni, and the other a magical creature. You need to work on your intelligence skills, Vice Commander."

I lifted my blade, hissing between my teeth.

"I am not..."

"Don't lie to me, woman!" Kazama spat. "Your sword comes from another world. Where did you get it, uh?"

As if I'll tell you, I thought. At the same moment, Shinpachi rose and threw himself at the tall red-haired Oni. The man just grabbed him in a choke hold, and lifted the captain from the floor. I remained jaw slacked, terrified by that incredible show of strength. By my side, both Sanan and Hijikata fidgeted; if they attacked, he might very well crush Nagakura's windpipe.

"Kazama !", the Oni called. "There is a legend amongst our people. The one that travels time."

His strange blue eyes found mine, and I nodded. If I was a legendary creature amongst creatures, maybe I could use that authority to sway them.

"Aye. I am the Keeper of Time. Now, can you let my friend go?"

As a response, Shinpachi fell to the ground, rasping for air. Sanan was by his side this instant, but the tall man kept my gaze trapped in his.

"I am Amagiri, at your service. I shall not fight you."

I nodded with relief. This guy was pretty much invincible, and his reluctance might provide a way out of this mess. My secret, though, was blatantly exposed and I didn't like it one bit. Kazama and Hijikata were locked in a staring contest by my side, and the sound of footsteps rushing on the gravel caught my ear.

"Chizuru !", a broken voice yelled, interrupted by some coughing.

"Okita-san !", the little lady exclaimed, rushing to his side. The captain's face softened at her voice, but his expression turned to thunder when he spotted Kazama.

"You!" he yelled as he charged. Hijikata jumped in his way, holding up a forbidding hand.

"Sōji! Stand down!"

"He tried to take Chizuru!" the swordsman protested before he fell to his knees, coughing some more. The little lady threw her arm around his waist, trying to coax him away. But no matter how much Okita's body spasmed, his sword was still drawn to the Oni. I couldn't help but admire his determination; he'd die before he allowed anyone to take her.

"I want your magical blade," Kazama stated.

I whirled away, gaping at the gall of the Oni.

"Do you want it gift wrapped as well ?"? I spat. "No fucking way."

"You females are really annoyingly stubborn." His tone was bored and whiny, like that of a child who cannot get the toy he covets.

"Because you have such a way with girls," I retorted hotly.

His third friend, the man with the revolver, scoffed and came to stand by his side. Behind us, Harada rested his spear on the ground, unharmed. I wondered if those two had not been sparring rather than trying to kill each other.

"Chizuru," Kazama drawled. "Why are you staying in humans' company? This is degrading."

The young woman's eyes flashed, and she turned to both Okita and the rest of the Shinsengumi members. "I trust them." Her words warmed my heart, but they certainly were sour for the Oni who gave us a disgusted pout.