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Location: Death City
Rating: PG13
Time: Feb 14 to 15
Description: Excalibur has hit the city again with his unique presents!

Valentine's in Death City has always been a bit special, what with the red skulls and hearts all around. This year seems to be even more special, unbeknownst to all of its residence.

A certain pantsless creature of great power has decided to use his magic for the greater good! No man, woman, little girl, alien, animal and robot shall go without a present this Valentine's day!

So, my dear, what do you do when you see chocolate in front of your door?

His legend began in the 12th century.

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While Katsura had somehow managed to get through the rest of the day after getting away from Gintoki, he was forced to admit that the charm could have only gone on for so long, and there would be no pumpkin carriage at midnight.

As he stood by a convenience store, he tried to convince himself that the damned chocolate's effects had to be over like in those fairy tales and that he was not having a crush for Gintoki any more. But the fact that Katsura blushed furiously as soon as he even thought about Gintoki definitely said otherwise, and the samurai was almost certain the blush could be seen from far away.

...this was going to be awkward.

And almost as though Haru had blush radar, he caught sight of Katsura -- sauntering up slowly. He'd just been on his way to start his late night Valentine's shift, but he supposed he could delay it a little longer. "Oh my, Katsuchan! It looks like there's something wrong with your face. Do you have a fever?"

He reached out to touch the man's forehead with the back of his hand.

"Haru-san!" If things had been bad just now, Haru's entry into the situation made it about ten times worse, especially since Katsura was sure that he had just come out of nowhere. And what would he make of this latest 'revelation' was something Katsura really did not want to think about.

"It-it's nothing," he said, backing away to deflect the touch and trying to sound calm. "I just finished eating a bowl of spicy ramen...it seems that they made it a little too spicy if you can see my face even in this darkness."

"Hooooh? What a bad reaction to it then! Do you need some water? Some milk? I hear milk's good for spicy things. I can give you some special milk," Haru's tone was rich and flirty with lust -- if that wasn't enough of an indication of what he meant by 'special milk.' Hell, even Zura as clueless as he was should have understood the meaning.

There was the possibility that Katsura might have understood Haru's meaning in better times, but this was not to be one of them. As it was, he was a little too desperate for anything that might have helped at this point (And maybe he was actually a little too trusting and naive, really).

"Please. These chocolates have caused enough trouble for a day, and I can't avoid Gintoki for as long as the effects are active," Katsura replied, cheeks still flushed.

Oh my god. Oh my GOD!!

"Did you get hit by the crush choco~? That's SO CUTE!! I suggest taking advantage of it and making out with him, Katsu-chan! That's what I did with Ryoki!"

This was the best day of Haru's life -- because he got to make out with a willing Ryoki, actually.

That was most definitely not what Katsura wanted to hear at that moment, especially because Haru's innocuous suggestion was making his imagination run towards some very uncomfortable images and he couldn't stop himself from blushing furiously again.

"It's not like that at all, Haru-san!" Katsura exclaimed in a vain attempt to get Haru to stop engaging his Gintoki crush any more than it needed to be engaged. "He doesn't want anything to do with me right now because of this, and it's for the better because I'm too embarrassed to even look at him right now."

Oh, damn. That sure sounded LIKE a crush, didn't it?

"Well, you should give him one of these..." Haru produced a box full of kangaroo chocolates. Where did he get them? Who knows. Probably jacked them from unopened boxes in the halls. "It'll be a peace offering. You shouldn't have to suffer alone, right?"

That earned Haru a very sharp glare from Katsura, one that very much suggested that the advice was absolutely out of the question.

"That would only make things worse! In the first place, I don't have any feelings for-" Katsura had to stop mid-sentence, at least figuring out that those damned feelings seemed to arise only when he actually said Gintoki's name.

"-him. And he's aware that I've been affected by these chocolates so it's better that we stay away from each other until the effects are over." A pause. "That, and I would have to punch him if he gives me any more sweets."

"Katsuchan, Katsuchan ~ there's absolutely nothing wrong with a little indulging," he closed the box, setting it to the side before he stepped in closer to invade Zura's personal space. "But if you want to forget him, I can help you."

Haru's hand traced Katsura's chest, sliding upward until it reached his chin. "You just need to focus your attention on someone else. How about this? How about you pretend I'm him, hm?"

He nuzzled like an affectionate kitty -- all up against Zura's face.

"I said I'm not into that!" Katsura would have been just been embarrassed, but the combined effect of annoyance, irritation, unrequited and fake feelings AND Haru's move on him threw him off, leading him to back off with what he hoped was a threatening glare (That Haru wouldn't ignore).

"In the first place, I don't have such feelings for anyone," he said a while later after calming down. "I don't have the time for it."

"You have plenty of time," he slouched back slightly. "You're the one who just chooses to waste it being a space cadet. Look at you now, so cutely confused and in denial about your feelings, Katsuchan. And the reason? Because you don't have experience! If you did, you'd know exactly what to do!"

"What's this about being a space cadet? You're diverting from the topic," Katsura said, still looking indignant over having his choices in relationship (Aka: None) being questioned by one of the last people he'd expect to listen to.

"I may not be experienced in such things, but that doesn't mean that I want to do something about it. As it is, I prefer that nothing else is said about the matter," he said with a slight huff, though not pretending to think that Haru would stop pressing him for details. He was smarter than that.

"How old are you, Katsuchan? You're older than me, right? So it's sad that you're wasting all this pretty potential. If I looked like you, I would have so many clients, I wouldn't even know what to do with them all! And those curves! Think of all the cute outfits you could pull off."

And then he got the horrible idea that pulled his focus away from Katsura's crush on Gintoki. "Let's dress you up as a girl!" He took Katsura's hand and tugged. "Pleasepleaseplease, it'd be so much fun!!"

The mental image of him being in a dress wasn't what made Katsura yelp so much as the idea of him selling himself out like Haru did and being entirely shameless about it. As it was, he yanked his hand, trying in vain to make Haru let go of him, remembering that Haru was surprisingly strong for his size.

"There's nothing fun about being bullied into dressing up as a girl! And as I already said, I'm not into such frivolous things such as cross-dressing!" Except he didn't say that and he didn't really mind cross-dressing if it had a purpose. This? This wasn't a real purpose and he really didn't want to think of the kind of thoughts Haru had in mind.

"Come on, Kat~su~ra! It'd be fuun! I'd do your hair and make you all pretty! And then we can take pictures and it'd be a bunch of fond memories -- and do you really want me telling everyone in Death City you have a thing for that friend of yours~?"

When in doubt -- blackmail!

"I do not have a thing for Gintoki even if these stupid chocolates are making me think and feel otherwise! This sounds more like you're blackmailing me than trying to help me, dammit!"

By now, it was plenty clear that Katsura was getting agitated over the whole matter and he was either blushing furiously over Haru's outrageous suggestions or furiously blushing over Haru's outrageous and simply unthinkable suggestions as to how to get over his problems. Either way, the way was open for him to run, though he hadn't stopped quite so low as to let Haru think he was that embarrassed.

At least, not yet.

"I wanna braid your hair at least. And even though I am blackmailing you, it'll help you in the end! You'll forget all about your problems as we give each other mani pedis! It'll be like a slumber party! Only with penises. It'll be fun!"

Why couldn't Katsura see how fun this would be?? Geesh. He had such a stick up his ass, and maybe if it was Gintoki's he would have a lot more fun.

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