I got in to college. Hello, again. XD

Disclaimer: Gintama isn't mine. They have been purposely locked in my closet for experiments.

"I could really appreciate some silence, Kagura-chan." He sighed. "I should've bought some duct tape."

"Oh, now you're trying to make me shut up? Not possible, Glasses. Not possible!" Kagura screeched. "You can shut down the whole anime for all I care but not my mouth! This is my most prominent asse- mmff!"

"Put a sock in it." And he just did.

Okita Sougo lived up to his title. He took a step back as he surveyed the knots and patterns of the rope hugging Kagura's body. The sadist had her tied turtle shell style and hanging from the ceiling, awaiting judgement. Of course, he had the pale skin of her waist sliiiightly exposed and her feet bare.

He took in a deep breath, adjusted the borrowed glasses, and took the feather duster from the center table. Kagura's eyes widened as she realized what he was about to do and struggled relentlessly, swaying back and forth in the process.

"Kagura-chan, it's useless now. I specifically bound the ropes to the exact location of your joints so unless you want to dislocate a bone or two, you might want to stay put."

The female Yato froze.

"So, let's begin." His eyes shone with malice as he approached her with the dreaded feather duster.

Panting. Sweating. Eyes dropped in defeat. Skin red from too much torture. Body trembling from the stimulation.

That was the resulting Kagura before him whom he had subjected to torture for the last hour.

Tickling torture.

The sock in her mouth helped her shut up but the pent up laughter damaged her, physically and emotionally.

Who knew laughing too much was extremely draining?

With the tip of the dirty duster, he had touched her most sensitive places. The sides her waist, her feet, the back of her ear, she was impressed.

Okita approached the tired girl and raised her chin with the feather duster. Her forehead glowed in sweat and her bloodshot eyes followed his lazily. He traced the tip at the nape of her neck, she reacted. But the sound that came out of her blocked mouth wasn't a muffled laugh anymore but a muffled groan, indicating that she was already drained. He put the duster down and wiped the sweat off of her face with his free hand.

"I can't play with you now that you're tired, can I?"

Reluctantly, he pulled the sock out her mouth, a streak of drool streaming down her chin. It was a perfectly dry sock, I'll just wash it again for Shinpachi's sake.

Surprisingly enough, Kagura didn't scream or rant out on him as he had expected. Instead, she was gasping for air as she looked at him angrily.

Wait, flushed face, gasping for air, drool streaming down her chin?

You best be joking, China. You don't even know what the word 'cute' meant. Much less being eroti-..Stop! You best be joking!

"Let me down, you b-bastard…" She groaned out. Okita abided by her request and carefully unwound the ropes, staying alert from any of the Yato's punches. Kagura fell face down and didn't move since.

"Oi, don't tell me your dead tired from that. China? Chinaaaa." He drawled out as he poked her.

"Shut up! I want to sleep, sadist bastard!" Kagura shrilled out on him.

"Fine. That should teach you not to eat someone else's share of dinner. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah. Quit yappin'-aru." He got up and walked away from her trembling form. I called him 'Sadist bastard'..

The substitute Megane walked into the bathroom and contemplated. Shit, I accidentally called her "China".

He sighed, looked down and surveyed the growing heat between his thighs.

A/N *Runs away*