A/N: Hey guys, so this is the final chapter of Forget-Me-Not. Thanks for staying and reading this fic, it means a lot to me. Today my best friend's father was supposed to be buried, but I cant go because I had an exam T_T. Anyway, please enjoy.

Forgive me for any grammar error and misspelling, seeing that English is not my mother language. Also if the character seems OOC, please forgive me for that too.

Disclaimer: Gintama belong to the its rightful owner, Sorachi Hideaki

Forget-Me-Not

Chapter 3

"Imai-san, I understand that you really care about that flower across the street. But don't you think that you went overboard with it? I'm worried about you. Beside, that flower has already beyond saving. There's nothing you can do about it."

Bullshit. I know I could still do something, anything. Watch me. This flower will survive and back to normal, strong and healthy flower.

At least that's what I thought. But the truth is, even with all my effort, the flower kept withering.

I hate this. I'm a person who took control of their own life. Anything I want, I'll get it, even by all means. Haven't I told you, that I'll never lose to anyone, anything?

And for the first time in my life, I had to admit that I can't win against fate.

But even though I knew the fact, my mind kept telling me that no, this is not the end, that even with 0.01% chance, this flower could survive.

I refuse to admit that this flower would wither, that Kagura would die…

And apparently there's someone who though the same with me. "Don't put up that face. China had never lost to anybody, and this thing isn't an exception. Beside…" Okita Sougo turn his back to me, "…She won't die, not until we settle our score." I could only gaze upon his back that slowly gone as he walk away from me who sat in Kagura's desk as the sky turn red and the setting sun could be seen outside the window. Shame. That's what I felt, what's with me being consoled by my number one enemy.

But if I thought about it, I guess that's the first time we could agreed about something.

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Today is summer holiday. After I watered the flower I hurriedly went to Kagura's house. Last week the doctors told her that she'd better treated at home, so she could spent her last moment with everyone she loved. Today our classmate and everyone who knew Kagura in school had made an appointment to visited her.

Kagura didn't looked like a sick patient should, at all. She's smiling brilliantly, and we even saw that she's making some campaign for the student council president election when we walked in her room. I stood beside her door in her room while watching everyone talked to Kagura, seeing that I'm not comfortable with people.

Then I noticed something. Despite that everyone trying to gave some word of encouragement to her, Kagura was actually the one that pull it off. "Don't worry Gorilla, you'll get anego someday, if you stop your habit of stalking her.", "Nah, I guess I cant die yet, at least not until Sadist won that election.", "Of course I'm sad and even angry sometime, but I know that this is my fate. I don't have any regret, because I know that I had live to the fullest, and that's what it meant to be living, right?"

And it's true. She's never looked remorse and I never heard that Kagura regret something. She did what her heart told her to do, not thinking of what everyone said to her. And even in this state, she's just kept smiling. Everyone in the hospital who looked at her couldn't help but felt motivated to kept fighting, or at least never give up before even trying. Without her even realize, Kagura's thought and action affect people around her.

Suddenly I remembered what's the meaning of Forget-Me-Not in flower language. True love, memories, don't forget me. In 16 year of her life, Kagura manage to grew her presence in the hearts of many people.

And for the first time since this ordeal, I accept the fact that Kagura could leave me anytime soon.

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For some nights I kept having sleepover in Kagura's house, to play with her and even help her with anything. Her older brother by 2 year, Yato Kamui, who looked exactly like her carbon copy, even though seems really creepy and annoying but I know we had something in common, beside our sadistic tendency, and that is our duty to be there with Kagura in her need.

At the end of August, a day after hearing that Hijikata Toshiro step down from the election, Kagura's condition suddenly drop really fast. I didn't even manage to catch a z to watch over her with Kamui and, even though I hate it, Okita Sougo.

It felt odd. Of course there's sad and anger, but what I felt the most that time was not something I expect it to be. Relief. Relief that Kagura was finally be freed from all her suffering for this last few year.

Two night after that, in the middle of the night, as I walked to Kagura's room bringing some oxygen because of her gasping of air that just became worsen from 10 pm, I saw Kamui leaning against the wall beside the door outside her room. "I hate him, and it pained me to admit it, but I know that he is the one who deserve to be by her side in her last moment."

This is it. I know that at this moment, Kagura would soon leave this world. I want to yell at him, reject every word he said. He didn't know it. He didn't stood by her side in her most needed time. I was. I'm her best friend. I was there in her happiest and even her saddest moment. This time won't be different. Slowly, I began to open the door, just a little to let me saw what happened inside the room.

Yes. I was there in her happiest moment. I was there in her saddest moment.

I was there when I saw how Okita held her hand while she's gasping of air. There's silent in the room, not the awkward silent, but a beautiful silent rung out the entire room. Only her gasping could be heard in the silent room. It felt ethereal even though the room was in dim light, and I could only stood there, swore that it was the most beautiful thing I could seen in 16 year of my life.

I was there in her last moment, when she release her last breath. Okita kept holding her hand for a moment until he suddenly release it, which I guess because of her hand turning cold, seeing how her lips began to turn bluish due to cyanosis. Slowly he put her hand to her chest, and slowly he turn his head leaning to her forehead. "Good night, Kagura." He kissed her forehead slowly and whisper it with such a raspy voice, tears flowed freely and splattered to her forehead.

I quickly closed the door and ran away from there when I noticed that Okita began to stood up. As I ran to my apartment, I couldn't forgot about the scene I just saw. Every moment played like a movie in my mind. The hand, the last breath, the kiss, the tears, everything played continuously in my head.

As I stood across my apartment, I saw the Forget-Me-Not withered in the sidewalk.

Dead

For the first time in my 16 year, I let my tears fall down to the ground.

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Two season has past without Kagura by my side. Her funeral was beautiful, but I still thought that night was the most beautiful of all. Every weekend I went to her grave, not forgetting a box of sukonbu in my hand. I also put some doughnut in it and I ate one while talking about what happened this week. Sakura petal flew around, making this cemetery even more beautiful than it should be. The atmosphere just seems perfect for talking to a long time best friend.

Kagura is the best thing that happened in my entire life. She's the first person ever to became my first friend, not afraid of who I am. She stood by me, not giving up on me in every situation. She's inspired me and many people around her with her infectious smile. I swore I'll never forgot her, and I know that she lived in my and everyone's heart.

On my way home I saw a bunch of Forget-Me-Nots bloom beautifully in the sidewalk.