It was always rare when a good horror movie came out. Being unemployed, Hasegawa figured he could catch the movie without his wife knowing he hadn't been searching for the job as he promised. Besides, it was a good stress relief.

He waited in line thirty minutes before the movie started and managed to nab the better seats. Centered in the middle, far enough to not feel the blaring sound system, but close enough to enjoy the full screen. He even laughed at the leftover people who came only to sit dead front in the theater. Fifteen minutes into the movie and Hasegawa was deeming it a good day. Nobody was even dead yet!

Then, there was a tap on his shoulder. From a sword. He followed the blade to its owner. "Okita?" His shoulder might've been bleeding a tad bit.

"Hey. Punk. What is your mother going to say when you've been watching these kinds of movies?"

Hasegawa was thoroughly confused. "Wait, what-"

"Oi, I'm gonna have to see some I.D." Another jab in his shoulder. A blaring light in his face. Most of the audience were obviously disturbed and telling them to keep it down. Some of the more sensible audience members were sighing and already making way to the back exit, trying to see if there was another movie they could catch.

Hasegawa was beginning to understand. "I'm not underage," he said quickly. In fact, he was twenty years older. And had more facial hair. He gloated momentarily.

"I'm also going to have confiscate that as well." He prodded at the popcorn, unfazed. "Standard procedure."

Hasegawa stared, understood, and then, "You're on a date with Gin's brat."

"Not really- "

"And you're stealing my popcorn!" He all but yelled. Someone in the back shushed him.

Okita staged a sigh. Surely, Hijitkata was eavesdropping. Bastard. "Caught in display of public disturbance! My poor heart can't take the injustice." Then to the audience, "I will be taking away this hoodlum. No need to worry."

"You're not stealing my seat for your date- "

When Hasegawa walked out of the theater, he was sporting several bruises and a bloody gash in the shoulder, muttering something along the lines of indecent teenagers and mating rituals.

"I found a seat." He meandered over to the vacant spot.

Kagura stared around the crowded theater and punched him. "Then where am I suppose to sit, moron?"

Okita took all this in for a long while and decided, "Well, we can skip the movie and just go to the hotel- "

Kagura had let him know how much of an option that was by sending him flying into the movie screen.