A story about the police and drugs, surrounded by God's help.
"Get over here, you golden-haired bastard over there!" Hijikata pointed angrily, holding a cigarette in his mouth.
"What, Mr. Policeman, I am a good citizen, a good citizen." His delicate chin rested on the shoulder of a bartender, his glazed phoenix eyes were half closed, his eyes were full of innocence.
"Sakurai Osamu, you have made a difference for me!" Hijikata drew his sword and shouted angrily, "You're still fucking a prostitute for me!"
"Hijikata Jūshirō, you think I'm a stallion like you!" Upon hearing the word "prostitute," he stood up and kicked his long legs on the table.
"Oh~" Hijikata Yao's slightly blue eyes narrowed slightly, and the tail end of his voice was dangerously raised, "How do you know I'm a stallion?"
"…" Osamu Sakurai
