Gintama - Morning's Glory {Kamui X OC}

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A girl of around 15 sat quietly on the porch of her house, the wind blew gently and the sky was clear; all in all, it was a perfect afternoon. She silently drank from her teacup and watched the few clouds in the sky float by. The air around her was tranquil and melancholic, the wind stirred up her long pale honey coloured hair. She opened her eyes, showing glistening golden brown irises. Placing her cup down beside her, she calmed her tresses and patted down her kimono, "Something feels off..." She muttered in a soft voice.

Loud clatters and banging arose from the house behind her, but she didn't flinch and instead kept still, sitting there calmly. She waited for a while, her chest burned as the need to cough arose.

She needed to take her medicine; she coughed into her hand harshly and put a hand to her chest, gripping the fabric over her heart. Taking a large gulp of her tea, she managed to calm her lungs somewhat.

"Hm? I missed one." A masculine voice spoke from behind, she could hear his footsteps as he approached, "You aren't gonna run away or scream?" He asked, slightly confused.

She turned to face the man, not showing any sign of fear as she smiled up at his bloody form, "It's a fruitless effort, wouldn't you say? If I ran, you would catch me; if I scream, you would silence me; if I try and attack you, either options result in my death. Sitting here makes it easier for the both of us." She explained, turning around fully as she stood up to face him. He was quite a fair bit taller than her, yet he looked only a few years older.

He stared at her for a while unmoving. He looked to be contemplating something and when she was about to ask him what the problem was, he grinned yet again, "You're interesting... You aren't strong at all but you aren't weak either..."

She looked at him confused for a moment before smiling contently, "Then, could I go take my medicine? If you aren't killing me that is." He nodded and when she took off, he followed behind her.

When she made it into the living room, she was met by a massacre, the maids and other unidentifiable bodies were strewn across the floor; she could see the corpses of her parents in the corner, then her brother behind the sofa. She felt saddened by their deaths and her smile was wiped from her face as a frown overtook it, the man behind her seemed pleased and watched for her reaction, he seemed to be waiting for her to retaliate and shout at him.

She didn't, she walked over the bodies and her socks grew saturated, turning a bright red. Wet socks were obviously uncomfortable as is, but the feeling of it being a different stickier substance was worse. She stopped before the doorway to the next room, "Would you mind cleaning up your mess? I still have to live here and I doubt anyone else will do it."

He didn't move, "Why should I do it?"

A simple answer to a simple question, she thought, "Because you made the mess." It seemed unnatural, talking about cleaning up a murder like you would about cleaning the dishes.

He huffed and still resisted, so she decided to come to an agreement, "If you could just pile up the bodies somewhere, I can clean up the blood." He seemed convinced enough and began to haul the corpses outside. She laughed to herself, he was an amusing person considering he's just killed a whole household of people.

As she reached the kitchen, she retrieved her medication and swallowed the stupid amount of tablets. She coughed slightly and hurried over to grab a mop.

She never thought she'd be having a bonfire using humans as wood. It reeked and she regretted ever suggesting the idea to burn the bodies in her backyard. The man watched beside her as the flames grew, she wondered why he hadn't left yet, but she was glad.

Ever since she was born, she was locked up in this house and treated as a useless disabled child, even more so when her brother came along; he copied after their father and older sister. The staff treated her as they would a master of course, but her family mainly scorned her. Save her mother, she was the kindest person and would constantly visit and look after her. That's why she was so sad to have lost her, but also the reason why she holds no grudge against this man. He hadn't done anything to her, so why should she get angry?

She felt her eyes burn and water roll down her cheeks, but she looked genuinely surprised when she wiped away the relentless tears. Somehow, the reality just caught up with her. She was unable to protect the person that meant the most to her. The three maids that always played and talked with her, that treated her like a normal person that wasn't plagued with illness.

She realised that, now, she was all alone.

Her wavering eyes were fixed on the fire that crackled and burned down the people she loved. The only people she had.

The crimson haired man beside her, watched as the strong girl broke down into tears. She didn't make a sound or sob, she just let the rivers of tears flow down onto the dirt beneath them.

"Do you hate me?" He asked, thinking he already knew her reply. He was prepared for her to curse him, to tell him to leave and never show up in front of her again. He was even prepared to kill her too.

She looked down, then, with a fragile smile on her face, she looked up at him, "I don't. I can't hate you."

He was perplexed. He'd never met someone like her, he had so many people that wanted him dead, that hated his very existence... Including his very own family, "Why?"

"Because this was a job, was it not?" She answered, a charming look on her face; he felt drawn in. Someone this accepting, that doesn't hate him despite being weaker and victim to him, that's fine with who he is...? His closed eyes opened as he stared into hers, that golden hazel colour he'll never forget.

She felt her stomach jump as she looked deeply into his dark navy eyes, swirling with an overflow of emotion; crazy yet kind, sad and lonely; they were strong though, her eyes couldn't be averted away from his. She knew he was strong, overwhelmingly strong.

The clash of crimson hair against unwavering azure hues was electrifying, she was completely under his spell.
Yet he felt the same, her soft dusty locks merged with compassionate brown eyes; she looked so fragile and virtuous, so beautiful under the light of the rising moon.

Ahahaha! This could probs be a oneshot ngl