Crossposted from Tumblr.

This fic is a prompt request from Rin of Tumblr (her current URL is rintama). She wanted a fic based on Class President!Sougo x Delinquent!Kagura, but I ended up adding GinTsuki to the mix because of reasons.

I hope everyone will enjoy this fic. I struggled with this, and I hope it will be to your liking.

This is an AU fic, and not based on the 3Z Universe. Lastly, this is not my usual okikagu fic, so please be warned.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama. It belongs to Sorachi Hideaki.

Of Detentions and Mixed Signals

Chapter 1

She dreaded going to detention.

Not that it was her first time to do so, but the one who was going to keep an eye on her would be the student council president, who also doubled as the president of their class, and the guy whom she really couldn't stand.

Okita Sougo was a total jerk who was a show-off, a fake, and an asshole while no one was looking. She had always bore the brunt of his bad attitude, as he seemed to love picking on her. Because the asshole was the epitome of perfection in their school, he was always careful not to expose his jerkass side, and she took advantage of this fact by provoking himself endlessly. She had been labelled as a 'delinquent' by him and his stupid fangirls because of her crazy antics, but she hardly cared about such. Better a delinquent than a slut, she always said.

It was just too bad that she stopped her antics a week ago after the fangirls had gone too far and pushed her down the stairs, resulting in a broken arm that would take weeks to heal. With her arm now in a cast, her dominant arm was now rendered useless, and before long, Okita began calling her a 'dumbass'.

Guess that jerkass is too thick not to realize that his fangirls nearly killed me.

It was yet another unfortunate incident wherein he had been the one who found her while she was silently crying in pain from the fall. After sending her to the clinic and accompanying her to the hospital until her guardian-slash-father arrived, he had started whispering the words 'dumbass' whenever possible. It had gotten out of hand when it became an everyday occurrence, until he had gotten out of hand with his insults. The thinly-veiled insults became blatant, and before she knew it, the whole school had joined in with the name calling.

So incensed was she that one day, while Okita Sougo did his rounds, before he could open his mouth to insult her, she had used the cast on her dominant arm to bash his pretty face, resulting in him bleeding from the nose and his face bruising pretty badly. Her actions resulted in her getting a whole week's detention, but she gave no fucks.

The satisfaction she felt after seeing his pain face was worth it.

Sure, she had to make an alibi to her dad as to why she had to be late in going home for the whole week, but it was because she didn't want him to worry too much. He was too busy with being a daddy, and she didn't want to add her problem to his own.

Well, whatever. Two more days, and I'm done.

On her second to the last day of detention, something… weird happened between her and the student council president.

Something unexpected, weird, and… mind boggling.

"Aho Sakata."

That was his usual greeting to her whenever she got inside the detention room, and whenever they met each other at school. More often than not, she would roll her eyes at him and glare, but this time around, she kept her eyes on the ground and sat on the chair carefully. Her casted arm was irritating her despite it being part of her for two weeks already, and as much as she wanted to remove the damn thing already, she couldn't. It would take four more weeks for her bone to heal, and that would mean more hardship on her part. It didn't help that she had to use her left hand to do everything, from writing notes to eating. Her penmanship was yet another issue that Okita turned into a big deal, as well as her clumsy way of handling chopsticks, but that didn't stop her from trying to stab him with either a ball-point pen or her disposable chopsticks when no one was looking.

"What, no insults today?" he taunted.

Ignore him, Kagura. He's not worth it. Think of later, when you get home… babies!

Her [step] mommy (she didn't care if the gorgeous lady was her stepmother. Family was family.) Tsukuyo had given birth to twins on the week she had her arm in a cast. Coincidentally, she had been sent to the very same hospital where Tsukki was staying, and that helped Gintoki quite a lot in dividing his time between her and his wife. Kagura, in her own way, had taken care of her siblings, though she had yet to carry them in her arms. A broken arm was unsafe when it came to handling new-borns, and that was the last thing she wanted to happen.

Well, time to practice my sucky penmanship.

She picked up a pen from the desk, and opened the penmanship book that was laid out before her, until Okita banged his hand on her desk. "Oi, are you listening to me?" he yelled.

"What now? I'm busy." She said, refusing to look up and was concentrating on writing the hiragana character 'a' until he took the pen away from her. "Hey!"

"Glad I got your attention." With her head still down, he placed a hand under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "What's with you, Sakata? Scared to look at me?"

"… I don't like seeing your face, that's all." It was true.

She hates him so much.

So much that looking at him made her sick, and she just wants to bash him head against the table over and over again. It might make her feel better, but she knew her anger towards him would never ever fade, even if he begged for her forgiveness.

In her mind, Okita Sougo is a total asshole, and is beneath her.

"Heh. Seems like you're the only girl who doesn't like my face."

"Who wants to see it looking like it went through a disaster?" even though his nose was still okay, the bruise had not yet faded.

"Nothing like a few kisses from girls to make it feel bearable." He boasted while she mentally gagged at the thought of dozens of girls kissing him.

"Man-whore." She mumbled under her breath, knowing that he wouldn't catch it. Out loud, she asked, "Are you done? I'd like to get back to my writing book, and I only have fifty-five more minutes to do 'a' until 'ho'."

"And deprive me of my fun?" he gave out a harsh laugh. It was disgusting seeing the student council president drop his mask of politeness and suddenly become a jerkass behind the scenes. "That means I only have fifty-five minutes left to torment you."

She rolled her eyes. "If that's the case, then I'm going home."

"You're gonna get in trouble if you leave early." He reminded her. "You're at my mercy, Sakata—"

"Do whatever the hell you want, Okita, I don't give a fuck anymore." She slapped his hand away. "Hell, I should probably not go to school tomorrow so I don't have to see your disgusting face for the meantime." With that, she stood up, and was about to push her chair back to the desk when he suddenly grabbed her nape and slammed her face against the desk. "What the hell—"

"You're not leaving, Sakata." Came the harsh tone. "You're not gonna deprive me of my fifty-five minutes."

This guy… is officially a jerkass in my dictionary.

"What the hell are you planning to do?" she asked calmly, readying her leg to kick him wherever she could land it when he pinned her by using his body weight against the desk. "Shit, let me go, you bastard—"

"I told you that you're not allowed to deprive me of my fifty-five minutes—"

"Go suck a dick!" she screamed as she struggled to free herself. "I hate you! I FUCKING HATE YOU! GO TO HELL AND DIE, ASSHOLE!"

"Hey, that's uncalled for—" he said, but it didn't work. In fact, it incensed Kagura further.

"Fuck you, Okita Sougo! I fucking hate you!" she repeated angrily, trying to elbow him away from her. "Leave me alone and stop wasting my time! Being in the same room as you sickens me, and I hate your guts!"

"… You hate me, huh…" Kagura nearly laughed at him sounding so surprised, but she was too pissed to do so.

"What, you think I enjoy listening to you insult me?" she sounded very incredulous. "You're delusional if you think I like spending my time with you! I'd rather spend it well with my babies—"

"Babies…?"

"None of your business." Kintarou and Kaguya were none of his business, and it had been her mistake to blurt it out. "Get off me! I'm going home!"

"Do you really hate me, Sakata?" he asked.

Her response was instantaneous. "Of course I hate you." she huffed. "Get off of me, I'm going home and—" just as she was turning her head to yell at him some more, the unexpected happened.

Okita Sougo had grabbed her by the collar of the sailor uniform, slammed her against the chalk board, and raised her left hand above her head, pinning her wrist. Kagura had raised her leg to kick him, anything to get him off her, but he had used his body to pin her down. She tried to break free, but the damn ass was using his body weight to make sure she wouldn't move too much.

"Fuck you, Okita Sougo. Go to hell. Fucking die already, you useless piece of sh—" before she could even continue her insults at him, the jerk bent down (the damn guy was taller than her by more than four inches), and kissed her.

On her lips.

Cliché as it may sound, it was her first kiss, and as much as she hated to admit it, she believed in those 'sacred first kiss' rules that a lot of shoujo manga heroine subscribe to. So much for her romantic first kiss, as the guy she hated so much just stole it without breaking a sweat. The thought of her losing it to the person whom she couldn't stand had upset her to the point that she felt her strength leave her, and to her shock, she felt her knees give way, but not enough for her to fall down, as Okita had managed to catch her.

"Now, do you forgive me—" before he could continue his sentence, his blood red eyes widened all of a sudden.

Sakata Kagura, her mouth was hanging open, as staring at him in shock as tears began flowing freely from her eyes. The sight of her crying would've made him grinned as he knew that his plan to shock her had worked. Sougo had been planning to kiss her as a joke right after she told him that she hates him. It was unheard of, a girl hating him, as he himself knew that his good qualities outweigh the bad, and surely, Sakata was no exception. He had it all planned out: he would kiss her, then ask her if she still hates him, and if she still said he hates him, he would kiss her until she gave in. It worked on all of the girls he had been with, and one kiss was enough for them to melt and accept his apology.

Sakata, though, was now crying silently as she stared into god-knows-what, and somehow, he felt bad all of a sudden. "Oi—"

D-Don't show a-any signs of weakness, she sternly reminded herself as she blinked back the tears that were threatening to roll down her eyes. The last thing she needed was Okita taunting her for her tears, and she was in no mood to deal with his childish antics. Clearing her throat, she tested her left arm, and was about to be able to break free until Okita had noticed her intention and pinned her down further.

"You're not going anywhere." He warned her.

Any girl who was pinned down by this jerk would've probably swooned at the sight of him pinning her down, so she did the best thing she could think of right now: turn her head to the side and ignore him until he got tired of her and let her go. Unfortunately for her, Okita was determined to force her to pay attention to him. "Sakata, you still have forty minutes to entertain me."

Oh, so that's what he calls detention now. What a man-whore. Probably does this to all the girls in detention.

"Go entertain yourself. I have a lot of things to do." She said sharply, testing his hold on her once more. 'No good, he still has quite a grip.'

What she'd died to get superhuman strength right now to beat the shit out of him and not be a normal girl whom he could easily pin down.

"Oi, look at me—" he grabbed the collar of her uniform to force her to face him, and the first thing that greeted him were a pair of azure eyes blazing with so much fury. "… What, you didn't like that kiss—"

"The last thing I want is a kiss from your disgusting lips." She hissed. "With all those girls you've kissed, I'd rather not be part of those brainless idiots who think you're all that when you're just an ass who plays the part of the perfect student council president."

"Why you—"

"And you think I'd change my mind after that? You're stupid enough to have that kind of mind set, and lemme tell you again that I fucking hate your guts. You understand?! I fucking hate—" her rant had been cut off when he proceeded to kiss her again. She had pressed her lips together in an attempt to deter him, but he was persistent.

"Open your mouth." He demanded.

"Fuck no—" goddamn it, it had been a trick when he goaded a response from her just so she would open her mouth and retaliate. Okita had pressed his lips once more, and with her mouth opened, he proceeded to force his tongue inside her.

The feeling of his tongue inside her mouth sickened her that she nearly gagged, and she had been tempted to do so just to stop him from doing all this disgusting things to her. As much as she wanted to bite his tongue off, she had suddenly lacked the strength to fight him back, and as much as Kagura hated to admit it, he was successful in whatever it was that he had been planning.

When he had paused to pull away from her, her retort was ready.

"Hope you had fun with that stunt of yours." She said, sarcasm dripping heavily with every word.

"… What, you're still not gonna forgive me—"

At this, she used her full body weight to slam him, and had been rather successful, as she had managed to knock him to the ground. "Leave me alone, Okita Sougo. I'm tired to dealing with you." She whispered before running to the door, sliding it open, and running back to the classroom where she had left her bag. She heard footsteps behind her, and she knew he was trying to follow her. Gasping to herself, she slid open the door to her classroom…

… and found her father, Sakata Gintoki, waiting for her inside the classroom.

"G-Gin-chan…!" she screamed, running towards him and latching herself towards him, tears finally flowing freely from her eyes. It was a relief that he was there, though it had shocked her to see him. "W-w-what are you doing here…?"

"Tsukki told me to fetch you. Now I know you're a big girl already, but the damn woman has been forcing me to get my ass off the couch." The perm-haired dad of hers sighed, looking very irritated. "I was peacefully reading my JUMP and letting Kintarou sleep on my chest when she told me to go and pick you up and buy baby supplies."

"T-t-that's nice of mommy…" she said in between hiccups, discreetly wiping her eyes on the dress shirt he was wearing. Gintoki had probably not yet changed after work, as he was still clad in his usual salaryman outfit.

"Ready to go?" he asked, grabbing her bag from her desk. "The babies are waiting."

"Y-yeah." She decided that leaving her workbook in the detention room was fine, as she did it a couple of times before. No one really cared if she left her workbook there, as everyone in the whole school knew. "Let's go."

Just when they were about to exit the classroom, in came the student council president, his poker-faced expression on. "Sakata, where are you going?"

"Extend her hours tomorrow, will you?" Gintoki asked, looking very bored. "We're in a hurry."

"Let's go, Gin-chan." She said, gripping her hand around his arm. The older man, noticing that his daughter had never ever acted like this before, took her left hand, and intertwined his fingers with her own. "Weren't we supposed to buy supplies for the twins?"

Gintoki nearly laughed at the sight of the young man before him who looked like he was going to kill him on the spot. Gintoki stood a whole lot of inches over him, but the killing intent in the younger man's eyes would probably be enough to knock him off his feet. "Oh, silly me, I forgot. Anyway, let's get going. Excuse us." He said, leading his daughter out of the classroom, her school bag on his left shoulder. When he was sure they were out of earshot, GIntoki whistled in relief, "That guy looked like he wanted to kill me."

"No doubt about it. You whisked me away from being his playtoy, dad." She huffed angrily. "He should leave me alone, that ass."

Gintoki shook his head, still at a loss as to how his daughter, at the age of sixteen, was still clueless about boys. It was pretty obvious that the guy earlier was jealous, but she just had to fuel his rage more by mentioning her twin siblings, and he probably misunderstood the whole thing. "… What's that guy's name anyway?"

"Okita Sougo." She replied automatically.

"I see." Gintoki smirked to himself, internalizing the information that his daughter had just given.

Tsukuyo was going to have a field day over this, he was sure of it.

Where the hell did he go wrong?

The plan was perfect. He had five days to push through with his plan, but each time he was about to start, her azure blue eyes would look up at him with contempt, and he would back down. Insults worked, but he knew deep inside that Sakata Kagura was hating him more and more with what he did. He really felt bad that she broke her arm because of him, and he was really planning to show her how, he blanched at the word, sorry he was.

… Why the hell didn't shoujo manga stuff work in real life?

He would've had her if only it had work.

Good work, Sougo. She wouldn't even look at you. And she probably informed her sugar daddy about it, and you'll get beaten to a pulp one day.

The thought of her married to some guy years older than her surprised him, but when she mentioned kids, that did him in. if there was one thing that shoujo manga were right on, it was those marriages between school girls and older men, and while those girls in fiction hid the true status of her relationship, Sakata had blurted it out loud, and did not feel an ounce of shame over her declaration that she had twins with the guy.

He felt like crap right now.

Sakata Kagura was out of his reach, she hates him, and…

… And he was a total ass for not treating her right.

I hope you all enjoyed that! Thanks for reading and I hope you guys will leave review! :3