"And those are my demands. You will be on standby for a few minutes to let my men escape first, lend me one of your patrol cars so that I can escape myself and 5 cats for business purposes.", Katsura said in an over-bearing tone as he eyed the second in command of the police force.

"The last demand is clearly not needed...", You scowled at him. You were unjustly detained by these slew of explosive events in which you had the misfortune in being caught up. You observed the worried faces of the officers and it was not without some pain or guilt.

"I see, so we let your men escape, give you our car, 5 cats and make Hijikata-san commit seppuku. We agree with your demands." Okita said.

"Oi, you clearly added that last one!", Hijikata shrieked at him.

"And I shall be taking this medic-san with me just to ensure that none of you would have the foolishness to tail me. Don't worry, I'll leave her off somewhere safe.", Katsura held your hand with a gruff breath but his grasp was soft.

"If you don't stay true to your words--I'll get you back.", Hijikata shifted his steel gaze from you to him and sighed.

"Hm! I have no interest in ill-treating your weak short medic--OW! I-I mean your strong tall medic-dono!", You stomped on his foot for a bit when he had the guts to call you weak and short.

All of you waited until the rest of the joui had filed out of the room and then Katsura brought you outside carefully, you interspersing several 'ah' 'oh' noises in-between to act scared and oppressed.

He picked out a car which just happened to be Hijikata's, implied by the severe scoff followed by a grunt from the green-haired man.

"Oh, wait medic-san.", Katsura swerved off to the side of the road and floundered his sandals in dirt.

And then he hopped into the car while stomping his grimy steps all over with a satisfactory air.

"...What was that? You all saw that right? THAT WAS ON PURPOSE RIGHT!?!", Hijikata fumed lowly to his officers. Okita nodded with a smirk.

You entered the passenger seat of the car hurriedly, placing yourself next to the polite terrorist and letting out an audible sigh.

"What are we going to do now!?", you yell quietly into his ear, the man twisting the key into the car and revving the engine.

"We'll go to Ikumatsu-dono's place for now—they won't follow us there, and then we'll have soba, I'll have the cold one, what about you?", the car started rolling and so did your eyes.

"Why yes of course. You are being chased by the cops for holding someone hostage—the most feasible course of action would be to get some soba.", you raised your finger high up with a smile and Katsura agreed with a shine in his eyes.

"Her soba is not that firm though—"

"Say anymore and I will leap out of the car."

He laughed at your reply as if he had received an unparalleled compliment. You observed disgruntled at all the buildings and bricks arising and diminishing. You weren't even sure if Zura could drive or if he had a driver's license.

He hadn't crashed head-on into some pole or despatched a passer-by off into the afterlife with the car so far, what could possibly go wrong.

You were thinking of new rebukes towards the terrorist when you heard a thud sound above from the roof of the car, followed by the piercing-in of a very sleek and sharp, long object from above, barely missing your shoulder.

A sword.

"It's raining—swords!", Zura's eyes lit up in curiosity and delight.

"No, clearly someone is trying to assassinate us...!?"

The sword was lifted up and thrust into the centre of the roof again, Katsura dodging the pointy blade by giving out an emotional shriek, the force of which made him rip the steering wheel from the car and shove it out the window.

"..."

"[name]—take over the wheel while I handle the enemy."

"...What wheel!? There's nothing here anymore!", you take a fistful of his haori and yank him intensely, also helping him dodge another slash from the vagabond lounging atop.

"We are trying to have a conversation!", Katsura deftly unsheathed his own sword and plunged it into the space above, surely having poniarded someone as you heard a loud and distressed moan arise soon afterwards.

Another man clad in a samurai fit leaped onto the hood of the car, donning a sword no doubt, to stain with the blood of the both of you. He gave a slanted and crooked expression.

Now was the most appropriate time to act like a shoujo manga damsel.

"Kya!", you opened the glove of the vehicle in search of an immediate weapon as Katsura's sword had inconveniently gotten stuck—only to be gazing at a lump of mayonnaise bottles stacked all prim and proper.

"Kya...", the menacing man on the hood was nothing compared to the trauma you were undergoing now.

"Improvise and...extemporise [last-name] [name]!!", fiercely shattering the windshield, you bombarded the several bottles at the poor man, who toppling out of balance, landed on the road painfully.

"AHH}!}£₹&£€", he bellowed before being ran over by a truck Hasegawa had been driving.

"Author stop lying, the man is still alive!", he cursed at me.

"[name] you—you are such a legendary terrorist!", Katsura glowed in his seat beside you  at your masterful assertion of the situation and you knit your brows at him, the man still trying to retain his sword.

"Zura, our steering wheel is gone, our windshield is gone...now we can only brake or accelerate.", you sweat.

"What's a brake?"

"..."

You notice the very obvious and conspicuous white van gain up at great speed beside yours—opening its sliding door to reveal the group of overbearingly villainous men making very villain-like boohooings, all meaning to slay the both of you worthy friends.

"Hm...you're a hundred years too early—Mayo breathing technique: tenth form! Homemade mayo is not better than store-bought!", you launched all of the condiments offensively at the men, bruising an eye, dislocating a finger and so all while Katsura still could not grapple hard enough at his sword to pull it out.

Your disappointed friend soon joined you in throwing the endless store of the bottles at them.

"Katsura—you just keep your eyes on the road!", you chide him.

"What! How can I possibly detach my eyeballs and place them on the road!?"

As the both of you had been braving the hoard of men gaining on you, you noticed that one man in particular was dodging your every throw which irked you to no end.

"Hah missy— you'll never get me!", he teased you and you swelled up angrily. Katsura then proceeded to throw a projectile at the guy which also got masterfully evaded by him, adding to more of your chagrin.

"Hey boss—this thing is rounder than the others, it's making some weird sound."

"What."

Then an explosion was heard and the van was successfully delayed.

"Hmph, naive samurais should just stay home and play with their sword sets, hahah!", Katsura livens up with a flurry of laughter, rolling a bomb around in his palm.

"Stop priding in such cheap victory."

"[name], these men are from Mu Ishiyama. They are aware that my division wants to foil their plans and hence are after me.", he continued in a more serious tone of voice.

"You mean, they're taking advantage of this confusion that's going on with the Shinsengumi to attack your faction! Will your men be alright?", you gazed at him worriedly.

"Toppling a country needs guts of steel.", he switched on the radio with a flurry of his finger and met his eyes with you again, "I think they all have it and more."

"...And now onto the traffic disturbance being caused on the highway—a stolen police car with a hostage is shooting mayonnaise bottles in what seems like a vicious exchange of violence!...and..is the demon vice chief crying!?"

The lady voiced in the most hyperbolic manner and you cringed your eyes.

"Oh, who could those fiends be? Unprincipled knaves disrupting public peace—look a white cat!", Katsura pointed out the window excitedly.

"Yep, they're definitely not talking about us—but Zura, where exactly are we going? We're not stopping and just going in one linear line.", you face an intersection ahead with a boutique bulging out conveniently, if you didn't change your direction soon, you would soon crash into this place.

"Well—we could make a stop here.", The car thrashes into the shop, shattering the window display and the minds of the women in it alike. No being however is injured much to your medical temper's relief.

Everyone cascades out of the shop in a hasty heartbeat and the both of you exit the car like hardened, casual robbers. You decide to part from Katsura there and go back to your careworn Shinsengumi compeers after nonchalantly destroying someone's livelihood.

"Did you think you could get away that easily?, a man coyly walks up towards the both of you, delivering this over-used one-liner like it had never been said by any other manga character ever. Your eyes widen, and your lips hang open at the sight of his face.

"Well well, you sure can't forget about little old me.", he chuckles dryly. Mu Ishiyama.

"You are—!?", you tremulously pick your finger up to point at his frame and he enjoys this attention, lacing his features in a cocksure manner. Katsura grit his teeth at the unwelcome man.

"You are—Kanta-kun from middle school! Give me back my SNES cartridge of Honkey World Bonkey Hunter!", you cried ferociously.

"Kanta-kun!—give me back my 20,000 yen lunch money you took from at the school courtyard!!", Katsura joined you in your grievances.

"Who the hell is Kanta-kun!? And what the hell is a bonkey hunter!? Who carries 20,000 yen around for lunch money!", Mu spat venomously, balling his fists up in frustration.

"Well, you can pretend to not know me if it makes you feel alright. But I will never forget Takasugi's expression when I brought you to him. He nearly killed me.", Mu sardonically says, fidgeting with the hilt of his sword.

You retain your sensical consciousness at the mention of the edgelord terrorist. Katsura, who had only being keeping up a light act scrunches in disdain at his name.

"Oh if he hates me so much now—it's only your fault, [name]-san. Well, it does not amount to anything anymore. I give up on joining the Kiheitai.", he drags his feet to one end of the room, "if I make a very infamous faction out of mine, he will be the one to join me. But I can't help but want to torment him by hurting his woman, as payback."

He whips his sword out and twists it to his side, forming a stance. You hear the swish of another sword from your own side.

"I was waiting to meet you. Ever since Gintoki told me about you—I have been itching to put a hole in your body. You think you can taunt this woman and get off easy? There's at least another four men out there who will wring your life out of you.", Katsura spat in a very uncharacteristic tone of disgust.

Katsura was a fluff-ball—a marshmellow—a warm painting. Initially, he was open and the most easiest to get along with when compared to the two other very affected boys. He hid nothing and spoke everything. But that never got in the way of the respect you had for his unmatched intelligence when it mattered the most.

He would allow you to braid his hair because you were sulking one moment and then draw up the most ingeniously brilliant military plan the next.

Right now, he was more of the latter.

"And Takasugi, as much as that bastard went off his rocker, you could be reborn a million times and he would never in one of those lifetimes beg anyone for anything.", he smirked at Mu who twitched his lip at him.

"Then I'll—"

In the next frame, Mu had magically disappeared and in his stead, was Gintoki's glorious moped mounted by the one and only man and his protege, Shinpachi.

He had also followed the example of his friends and encroached into the store.

"GIN-SAN, YOU HIT SOMEONE, YOU KILLED THEM!", Shinpachi shrieked in horror.

"Patsuan...", he removed his helmet before strapping it on Shinpachi and moving him closer to the handle of the vehicle, himself getting off.

He then placed a palm on his mouth.

"I've told you not to drive my moped when I'm not around! Look what you've—you've done it now, you've done it now...", he shook his head at the boy.

"DON'T PUSH THE BLAME ON ME!"