What makes history (Hijikata x OC)

Chizuru

A little fun from Chizuru's point of view.

I hoped Hijikata-san wasn't sick; he never overslept. Still, he'd been awake pretty late yesterday night, talking to the cat with Kitsu. I would never dare tell him, but they had looked so beautiful, sitting together with the animal purring in their lap. All contrasts, jet black and fire hair mingling, pale skin over his purple hakamashita, broad shoulders and womanly curves. Them both, illuminated by the moon, so unreal. An Oni and a Kitsune watching over the Shinsengumi.

"Yukimura desu," I called out, setting the tray down.

No response. Kitsu-san had told me, yesterday, that she had reached an understanding with the commander. I wasn't too sure what she meant by that; perhaps they would stop shouting at each other? Her wrath wasn't as impressive as his, but still... Yesterday, they had seemed both at peace with each other, sharing that moment with a purring cat sprawled all over their lap. Almost like... a family ?

Anyway. No matter what this understanding entailed, I would watch over him. Hijikata-san always got lost in his paperwork, and worked himself to the bone. If providing warm cup of tea and breakfast wasn't much, it still allowed me to keep an eye on him.

The absence of response was worrisome, so I squared my shoulders, and chirpily called: "Shitsureisimasu ". Then I slid the door open.

A jointed set of panicked "No!" startled me. Too late. Eyes wide, I watched Hijikata's bare chest as he rose from the futon, the cover sliding down to pool at his hips... But, as strange as seeing Hijikata bare-chested – and lounging in bed – was, it was the set of reddish waves interlocked with pale, smooth skin that moved beside him that caused me to gape.

Uh Oh.

"Don't worry, little lady," Kitsu-san told me with a sleepy smile. "Just leave the tea. I'm awake now."

I gaped, again, then reddened.

An understanding! I'm so so stupid!

They were sharing a bed! I felt the inevitable flush spread over my face as I stammered excuses, but my eyes couldn't help travelling.

She was so beautiful, with her hair tumbling over pale skin, the outline of her naked body suggested below the fire of her loose strands. Curves ... she had curves alike to Kimigiku. Did all Gaijin look so exotic? It was little wonder Hijikata had fallen for her charm. Aside from being an incredible blade wielder, the woman had courage, kindness, cunning intelligence that rivalled Sanan-san's ... and beauty.

Who else could have snatched the Oni no Fukuchō ?

"Not a word," Hijikata growled, shaking me out of my trance. "To anyone."

His infamous glare pierce me through; my breath hitched in fright. Still, he'd never seemed more human than with his hair tousled, and a naked woman by his side.

"Hai!" I squeaked, closing the shōji behind me. I sat, frozen on the engawa, my heart beating a mile a minute. Faint laughter and low voices came from the Vice Commander's room as I tried to quell the heat of my cheeks. I heard his annoyed tone at having overslept, and her playful retort that he'd needed it.

A smile crept up my lips. Only Kitsu-san would manage the feat of keeping Hijikata-san in bed after dawn! Fukuchō deserved a break, he worked entirely too hard for his own good. Kitsu-san would not shy away from yelling at him for killing himself to the task. As for the means... My cheeks were burning by now.

There was no question about what I'd just witnessed; the beautiful picture of last night had thrown them both in bed. The sight of naked skin and entangled limbs caused another set of feelings in my chest. Retreating, I wondered if Okita would ever allow for more than our hands to touch.