#gintama fanfiction

[youatemylollipop]

How do you think Gintoki would react to his partner confessing to him that he's their first when they're about to get intimate and they're a little insecure and embarrassed about this fact? 🩷💌

A/N: OMG!!😳 I’m sorry! I just couldn’t stop myself from putting this GIF!😂

Ft: Sakata Gintoki (Gintama).

Sakata Gintoki

➵ Freaks out, as if the world is ending.

➵ Despite Gintoki's cool and unbothered demeanor most of the time, he's the most likely among the Gintama boys to react this way.

➵ He honestly doesn't know what to do, and it's more likely that his partner will end up taking care of him instead.

➵ I swear! He's not trying to be mean, but poor baby just really has no idea what he's supposed to do! 😭

➵ He doesn’t mind the fact that it’s their first time, of course! It’s just that he doesn’t know how to continue with this newfound information.

➵ He's probably going to be extremely awkward throughout the whole process, constantly worrying about where to place his hands and how rough to be.

➵ The worst part is that he's too shy to even ask questions about how his partner wants things to go! It's just too much for his manly ego to admit that he has no idea how to proceed! 😤 His partner will have no choice but to guide him through it all.

➵ And if his partner wants him to be rougher, then they'll have to literally snap at him to get some action. Otherwise, he'll continue with the whole 'my s/o is too fragile to handle me' act.

➵ Somehow, this guy has managed to mix awkwardness with smugness. I have no idea how it works, but it does with him.

➵ In the end, everything will depend solely on how his partner decides to deal with him.

➵ If they decide to be the sweetest thing on earth, he'll turn into the king of smugness for providing such a night of pleasure.

➵ However, if his partner decides to tease him, he'll become the most discreet little mouse they've ever seen, blushing at the smallest things.

➵ Ultimately, it's all up to their preference. 😉

You find yourself in a cozy, dimly lit bedroom. You're lying next to Gintoki, who's lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling with a small smile on his face.

You glance over at him, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks as you think back on what just happened. Despite his usual sarcastic demeanor, Gintoki had been surprisingly sweet and attentive, taking his time to make sure you were comfortable and enjoying yourself.

You clear your throat, breaking the comfortable silence. "So... that was, um, nice," you say, feeling awkward despite yourself.

Gintoki chuckles softly, turning his head to look at you. "Just nice?" He teases, a smug grin crossing his face.

You roll your eyes, feeling a smile tug at the corners of your lips. "Okay, it was amazing," you admit, snuggling closer to him.

Gintoki's expression softens, and he reaches out to run a hand through your hair. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he says, his voice low and gentle.

"You know, for someone who's been with other people before, you were surprisingly clueless," you tease him, earning a blush from the usually smug samurai.

He grumbles in response, "Hey, I never said I was a pro at this. I just go with the flow." You chuckle at his nonchalant attitude, but you know that he's actually just too shy to ask about your preferences.

"It's okay, Gintoki," you reassure him, reaching over to take his hand. "I enjoyed it all the same."

He squeezes your hand back, relief washing over his face. "Good, because I was really worried I was too rough."

You shake your head, "No, you were perfect."

He grins, "What can I say? I'm the king of providing pleasure."

You can't help but laugh at his arrogance, but you know that deep down he's just happy that he was able to make you feel good. You snuggle closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.

There's a moment of silence as you both just lay there, enjoying each other's company. Then, Gintoki speaks up again. "You know, I'm not usually one for this kind of thing," he admits, sounding a little awkward.

You turn to look at him, curious. "What do you mean?"

Gintoki shrugs, looking a little embarrassed. "I mean... I'm not very good at the whole... emotional stuff," he says, frowning slightly. "I don't really know how to talk about my feelings or anything like that.”

You reach out to take his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "That's okay," you say. "I'm not exactly an expert either."

Gintoki gives you a small smile, looking relieved. "Thanks," he says quietly. "I just don't want you to think I don't care or anything like that."

You shake your head, feeling a surge of affection for the lazy, sarcastic man lying next to you. "I know you care," you say, smiling. "In your own way."

Gintoki chuckles, sounding a little embarrassed. "Yeah, I guess I do," he says. "I mean, I wouldn't have done all this if I didn't care about you."

You feel a warm feeling spreading through your chest at his words, and you lean in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you," you whisper.

Gintoki wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. "Anytime," he murmurs, his eyes sliding closed. You both drift off to sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms, feeling content and happy.

[sugisyakult]

A Date With Shinsuke

A/N: this is my very first fic, so please go easy on me! thank you to @lilac-5ky for helping me with some ideas and for giving me your honest opinion! i don't really have anything else to say except the lack of shinsuke fics is criminal!!

The warm air floating in through the window let you know it was a spring morning and you woke up to the lapping of the waves against the Kiheitai ship. You knew you were in Edo, for one reason or another. Probably so the infamous Takasugi Shinsuke could have a meeting with some high ranking official about supporting your cause. The Takasugi Shinsuke just so also happened to be your boyfriend. Although, what he meant to you could never fit that word. 

You wish the man would take a break from his hellbent ideas on revenge and just take a relaxing day to do something fun. 

When you awoke you already knew Shinsuke would be gone. He was always gone in the mornings because he was such an early riser, instilled in him from his Shoka Sonjuku days. You were the only one who he entrusted his past to and how he felt about his late mentor, Yoshida Shouyou.

You slowly made your way out of bed to get ready and find Shinsuke. He was probably still in a meeting with the other Kiheitai members, so there was no rush. You put on your favorite kimono that he bought you for your first birthday spent together. It was red with golden cherry blossoms cascading down it. Shinsuke always told you that you looked good in red and he would never admit it to anyone else, but when you wore the color it drove him wild. You pinned half of your hair back with a hairpin that he also bought for you and put your black boots on.

Making your way out into the main hall of the ship, you ran into Bansai leaving the meeting.

“Hey Bansai, where’s Shinsuke?” 

“Looking over some papers, I daresay.” 

“Of course he is. Thanks!”

Bansai waved you off as you made your way to Shinsuke’s room. 

You opened the door and immediately made your way over to where he was sitting at his desk. Wrapping your arms around him from behind, you whispered in his ear, “There’s my hard worker.” 

Shinsuke was used to your little antics so he just rolled his eyes, a little smile creeping onto his face. 

“There’s my lovely, yet bothersome Y/N.”

“Hey! I’m not bothersome, you just work too much.” You retorted back at him. 

He just hummed in return, not once looking up from his papers. Although, maybe it was better that way because then he wouldn’t see the look on your face currently. Shinsuke always told you, you had this certain look on your face when you were getting ready to ask a question, but were ultimately scared to. 

You needed a little bit of time to steel yourself before asking him if he wanted to attend Hanami that night — celebrating the beginning of the cherry tree season below a sky of vivid pink; who wouldn’t want that? But looking at the man in front of you, you already had your answer. You very well couldn’t ask Shinsuke if he was looking right at you, so it was better this way. 

“Soooo.. I was thinking…” 

“Lets see, you’re wearing your favorite kimono that I bought you for your birthday and it has cherry blossoms on it. It also happens to be the start of spring, which also happens to be the time when the cherry blossom trees are in bloom. I’m assuming this is your way of asking me if we can attend Hanami?” 

Damn, Shinsuke knew you way too well for your liking sometimes. 

Before he could start spouting off the many reasons as to why he couldn’t go or shouldn’t go, you cut him off.

“I know, I know. What if the people see you? What if the Shinsengumi find you? I get it, I do. But, I want you to have fun and take a break! We never go out anymore and I miss that. We’ll be careful. Please.” 

Shinsuke heaves out a sigh and turns around in his chair to face you, your puppy dog eyes and pouted lip at the ready. As soon as he took you in, he let out a little laugh. 

“I hate how you think giving me that look will work every time, but..” He drags his hands down his face in exhaustion.

“Buuuuut?”

“But it does.”

“So.. we’re going then?” Hope sparkles in your eyes as you sit down beside him on the floor, head resting comfortably on his lap. 

With a smirk on his face and his green eye boring into you from above, “I guess I don’t have a choice.”

The cool night air of the spring season bats against your bare legs as you walk along the streets of Edo, with Shinsuke following close beside you. He donned a sedge hat and a plain haori over his otherwise noticeable yukata. The streets are aligned with multiple vendors selling their wares, string lights hung, and of course the cherry blossoms in full bloom. Groups of people shuffle by the two of you as you make your way smoothly through the bustle. Each vendor pulls you in with something that you find interesting. The many smells of different foods floods your senses as you go from vendor to vendor. 

Shinsuke stops beside you at a vendor, his breath fanning against your neck as he whispers, “You had to pick the most popular Hanami spot, didn’t you?” 

“It was close by, and that way, if we need to make a run for it, we’re not far from the ship.” 

He sighs in agitation as someone accidentally bumps into him. You can clearly see his annoyance and let out a little giggle. 

“Shinsuke… its fine, I promise. Just take a deep breath and try to enjoy yourself.”

“Enjoy myself? I am a wanted terrorist, you know?” 

You turn away from him with a small smile on your face to receive the food and drinks that you ordered for the two of you. Struggling to hold both of your items, he gives in and helps you carry them. Walking side by side again you make your way through the crowd to find a spot to sit underneath the cherry blossoms. You find a secluded spot away from most of the other people and sit down underneath the shade. 

Shinsuke stops a few feet away from you, “I’ll be right back.” 

You look up at him with worry and curiousness in your eyes. 

“Is everything okay?”

“I just remembered something that I forgot about.” 

You side eye him as he starts to make the trek back to the vendors. What could he possibly be doing? He wouldn’t just leave you here by yourself to enjoy the cherry blossoms because he is afraid of getting caught, would he? Of course he wouldn’t and you knew better than that! Shinsuke is not the type to do that and he always longs to be by your side, the way you always long to be beside his. So what exactly was he doing? All you could do was wait for him to come back. 

The food you bought for yourself is nothing but trash now. Fireflies lazily flit around your vision as you stare aimlessly into the distance still waiting for Shinsuke to make his return. Its only been fifteen minutes at most, but it feels like an eternity. Your hazy vision slips over couples sharing loving whispers and soft smiles. Being alone makes your mind start to wander and you start to think about what it would be like if Shinsuke wasn’t a wanted terrorist. What it would be like if you two were just another normal couple able to bask in the daylight without potentially getting thrown in jail. Without having to hide in back alleys and making runs for it. 

Your ears perk up at one of the sickeningly loving couples making their loud laughter known. You start to think about the very first time you’ve ever heard Shinsuke genuinely laugh like that and softly smile. The way his right eye squeezed shut, crinkles forming in the crease, his pure white teeth showing, cheeks flushed with a bright shade of pink. Your earlier thought of being a normal couple fades when you realize that you don’t want or need anyone but Shinsuke. That’s enough for you. He’s enough for you. You wouldn’t trade all of the close calls that you’ve faced together for anything in the world. 

Light footsteps are picked up by your hearing and you know its Shinsuke. A warm, loving smile stretches your lips wide as you know his every move, every sound. 

“Welcome back.” 

A faint blush is detectable and he grows somewhat shy. 

“Sorry I took so long, I didn’t anticipate it.” 

Sitting down gently beside you, its obvious that he is hiding something behind his back. He takes a quick sip of the sake thats sitting precariously on the ground. Face still flushed he pushes a small black box towards you, “Here.”

“W-what’s this?” Eyes widening in semi shock, you poise your fingers to take the top off. 

The lid being fully removed, you find whatever is in the box is carefully protected inside of pretty pink tissue paper. Cherry blossom pink. Fingers move nimbly to reach the contents hidden inside. Out of the corner of your eye, Shinsuke eyes you albeit anxiously. The soft pads of your fingers reach a beautifully crafted kanzashi and you let out a soft gasp. The color is a light red, bordering on pink. Gently removing it from the box and holding it delicately in your hands, you realize there is a string of cherry blossoms hanging from a golden pin. There are golden accents throughout the kanzashi, from the pin down to the string that holds the cherry blossom flowers together. You can’t stop staring at the absolutely exquisite gift in your hands. Looking over at Shinsuke in awe and wonder, you try to speak a coherent sentence.

“Sh-Shinsuke… this is so beautiful! What.. why…?” 

You’re so flustered and touched by the gift that droplets of water form in the corners of your eyes. 

Shinsuke scoots closer and gently leans into you, a loving smile on his soft lips.

“I wanted you to remember this night. I wanted to get you something that you’d have to cherish from this night forever.” 

Your eyes shoot up to look into his green orb, “Oh…you didn’t.. you didn’t have to, really.” 

He shrugs in amusement, “I wanted to.” He tries to hide the soft shade of pink that starts to grace his cheeks as he looks away from you, taking the kanzashi out of your hands and whispers, “turn around.” You do as you’re told, turning around with a smile as you feel Shinsuke’s fingers nimbly fix the kanzashi in your hair. Taking your face gently in his hands and putting a finger under your chin to tilt your head up to look at him, he smiles.

“Beautiful…”

The chill spring air of the night helps cool your heated cheeks down. Hands fumbling for his own, you move closer to him and he places a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

You gather yourself and take a deep sigh, “I truly don’t know what to say.. I love it!” 

Shinsuke continues to gently play with your hair while staring into your eyes.

“You don’t have to say anything.” 

Shinsuke has almost never been one for public displays of affection, so you’re a bit taken aback when he passionately kisses you in front of the people gathered near you. You doubt they’re paying much attention, but your cheeks flame up just the same; the way his soft lips caress yours, your tongues dancing together. You can hear his breathing get heavier as he places his hand on your cheek to pull you in closer.

Breaking away, having a goofy smile on your face, “You kissed me..”

Shinsuke rolls his eyes and scoffs, “Yes.”

“In public!”

“Don’t go making a big deal out of it because its not going to be an all the time thing.” 

You fling your arms around his neck as you give him a warm embrace. Placing your lips beside his ear you whisper softly, “Its okay, I like keeping our intimate moments between the two of us, anyway… it makes them more special.” You place a quick peck on his cheek before leaning back to look at him. 

“I love you.”

Shinsuke doesn’t return it but you don’t need to hear him say it to know he feels the same about you. His actions make that clear enough as he smiles at you and pulls you into his side. His arms snake around your waist as he rests his chin gently atop your head.

“Happy Hanami..” Shinsuke whispers just loud enough for you to hear him as you both watch the cherry blossoms fall and welcome in spring and it’s new beginnings. 

A/N: i hope you guys liked it! let me know what you think! okay, i’m a little embarrassed now so i’m dipping, bye!

credit for dividers: @benkeibear

[lilac-5ky]

Hi there! Your writing is awesome!!! I love your headcanons and fics as they feel so spot on ❤️❤️❤️

I have a request if you are accepting - imma be angsty today - do you have any headcanons for Gintoki when he realizes he loves someone who was in love with him too late?

Thank you for this awesome blog!!! Makes my day to see posts!

A/N: Hi! It's been ages since I've done a request, but I was feeling generous (bad about being this lazy) and thought I'd give it a shot! Turned out more like a mini thing than headcanons lmao oops. HOPE THIS WAS GOOD ENOUGH, HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING FOR GINTOKI IN AGES, and THANK YOU FOR YOUR WONDERFUL WORDS! Hearing such lovely words is enough to make my day!

Warning: Didn't proofread .-. Angst

Gintoki was a bastard. Nothing new or foreign in particular. Everyone acquainted to the silver-haired samurai could name at least 10 negative traits of his, struggling to name just one good quality that would redeem him.

Everyone, except of you, that was. You didn't see Gintoki as the lazy, parasitic, sleazy, sadistic, gambling-addicted drunkard (wow he really has a lot of negatives) they made him out to be. You saw Gintoki for the kindhearted man that he was. The one who went around risking the color of his soul just to save another. The one who was whatever those around him wanted him to be: a friend, a brother, a hero, and why not a lover?

Admiration turned into Infatuation, tricking your heart into thinking you loved him. You'd linger around Yorozuya, offloading whatever menial task you could think of just for the chance to see him. Be it cleaning the leaves from your porch, killing that one cockroach that had sneaked in (one that had him running laps around the house while screaming for help) and even being your plus one to the wedding of a friend.

You dreamed of a day when you wouldn't have to come up with excuses for his company, and seeing as there were only so many times you could call him up to unplug your toilet before you ran low on cash, you decided to pour your heart out.

Kagura and Shinpachi knew. So when you asked Gintoki if he could meet you at your place on his own, they dolled him up and sent him your way with a "Good Luck" whose meaning he didn't quite understood until he saw you cradling a heart shaped box of chocolates-- plush cheeks flushing red, while pink lips curved into a shy smile.

"Gin-toki," the name shattered on your tongue. "I... I love you. Go out with me, please."

He stared at you for quite a while, as if you'd just uttered the world's most complicated joke. He wasn't sure if he should laugh or ask you if he knew what kind of crap you'd spat, and him being eager to verify his reputation chose the second.

"The yard seems clean enough to me. I'll be going now," he said, rejecting not just you, but the boxes of chocolate as it fell open onto the ground.

The next few hours were the hardest. Sleeping on the same pillow where you daydreamed all about your future with him felt like sleeping on glasses of your shattered dreams. Not even an answer, not a single explanation. He'd broken your heart with such ease that it terrified you. How plausible was it that in this new era of canine looking Amanto and flying cars some alien had taken over his body and wore it around like a heart-less, soul-less puppet?

Denial.

It was easier to deny all that had transpired and pretended it never happened. You even passed by Yorozuya the next morning, willing to give this another chance, telling yourself that man wasn't Gintoki. But when you saw his apathetic face reading the newest Jump and picking his nose even in your presence, you couldn't stop the tears from streaming down your puffy eyes.

Anger.

It didn't take long for you to join the ranks of Gintoki's haters, seeing the man as nothing short of the Devil himself. Every terrible thing that happened, you pinned on him. Bumping onto the kitchen cabinet? He was jinxing you from afar. Running out of gas in the middle of town? He must have stolen it while you were asleep. A terrorist attack nearby? Weren't those goons Gintoki's old war-pals? Every natural phenomena, every misfortune of this world and the next was Gintoki's fault. Love? The mere notion that you once loved him made you laugh. Hatred was all you had left.

Bargaining

With each passing day, you felt your fury redirecting at you, gnawing and clawing at your insides, while small "What If's" plagued your mind like maggots. What if you hadn't confessed that day? What if instead of your place you'd called him to a restaurant? What if you'd gotten a different brand of chocolates? What if--

Depression

You couldn't remember when the last time you'd gotten out of bed was. Balled up tissues framed the four corners of the room, the tears contained in them enough to cause a shipwreck. You didn't want to see anyone anymore, afraid that if you did you'd spot a resemblance between them and the man your heart longed to see the most. You didn't hate him anymore... you missed him. You missed the sound of his name so badly that it threaded itself between pitiful chokes and sobs like a rosary.

You missed him.

Acceptance

The days in your calendar kept shifting until a month had passed. Taking baby steps, you'd done your best to return to an inchoate routine. You woke up, washed your teeth, showered, checked the functionality of your toilet's flush, ate breakfast and went to work, where you stayed until the stack of paperwork diminished, and until you were rewarded for your efforts in the form of a promotion. Your coworkers cheered for you, and for a moment life felt good again because you'd stopped searching for the familiar hue of a silver mop.

You were fine.

The route Gintoki took to and from the pachinko parlor he frequented was predetermined. On hot days, he'd stop by that one ice cream joint with the world's greatest (and most affordable) soft serve. On cold days, he'd trade that for a warm bowl of red bean soup. Then he'd be on his way to the convenient store to grab the latest Jump and finish his day with a drink at the old hag's place.

Gintoki always took the same route, except of that one day he hadn't. The worn-out soles of his black boots carried him in the opposite direction of all those places and even home, bringing him to stand outside the two-floor house with the porch that needing cleaning regardless of season; your house.

He hadn't heard anything from you since God knows how long, and why would he? No one needed to remind him how much of a jerk he'd been, for the words in his brain repeated like a broken record he couldn't afford fixing. He was worse than a jerk. A despicable caricature of a man that couldn't own to the fact that he'd grown fond of you the same way you'd come to love him.

The look of absolute endearment whenever your eyes spotted him, a look that didn't change despite the crudeness of his actions. He loved that. The shaky fluctuations in your tone whenever he'd sit close enough to feel your hair tingling his face. He loved that, too. The smile that shone as bright as the sun itself and the little hand that waved at him -gosh, how he longed to hold that hand in his and compare the difference in size- goodbye. He loved that all so much. Too much. He loved you.

Or else why would he be standing out there when his beloved weather girl had issued a thunderstorm warning?

With his hands buried in his pockets, Gintoki circled the picket fence of your porch, head tilting between the wooden cracks at a chance to see your face. How was he supposed to start? Would an apology do? Would letting himself be beaten by that rusty rake or drenched from head to toe by your garden's hose do? How many "I love you's" would he need to spell out to convince you he was any less of a bastard than you made him out to be? What would it take for your forgiveness?

His fingers weaved through locks of silver, threatening to pluck them out. If he told you the truth, that he thought you deserved something better than a basket case samurai with no more than 300 yen in his name, he'd seem like a complete idiot. If he told you that the ghosts of the past he'd tried so hard to evade were catching up to him, you'd mistake him for a coward. And if he selfishly grabbed your hand and forced it against his chest, he knew he'd never be able to hear the three little words that directly countered those you'd said before.

"Gintoki, what are you doing here?"

The track of guilt gave way to the sweetest melody known to his ears, hope daring spur him on. He wore his gentlest smile and turned around to face you, the same hope digging like a knife inside his wretched heart at the sight of fingers -ten, in total- intertwined together, five of them belonging to you and the other to a man whose face didn't matter. All that mattered was the joy plastered on your pursed lips, one he saw fade away the second your eyes locked. One that was meant for him no more.

"The yard seems clean enough to me," he pointed beyond the fence, boots diving in the first of Ketsuno Ana's warnings as the sorrowful record resumed.

"I'll be going now."

[goldenlaquer]

REQUESTS OPEK??!?!?!;&@, I JUST WOKE UO IM NOT REAUD UM UN UHH UM

may i request Gintoki with a gn reader who just LOVES to spoil him and make him food but at some point just. stops and doesnt say why and while gintoki doesnt want to sound like "hey wheres my food☹️" he is lowkey wondering if they are mad at him and does a bunch of stuff to try make it up to them. rither like cooking himself or spending more time with them yknow?

but in reality its just that money got tight for a bit and they were embarrassed to say they were spending so much on gin lmao

sorry if thats like all over the place! love you lots professor💚

The way you always come as soon as I open requests, It's like you're in my walls 🥺🚓

Sakata Gintoki Headcanons:

Majority of his life, Gintoki been used to going without comforts, some way or the other. Warm clothes. Fresh underwear. Food. Good food, especially. And it ain't been all so bad since he started the Yorozuya. You can always catch a meal from behind Snack Otose's bar before the old lady catches you by the ear and tosses you out like a dirty mongrel. You can always dip your head in the fountain at the local park to gulp down some cold water. You can always get your 14-year old coworker to stand in a corner and beg for some spare change for your strawberry parfait at your favorite cheap family-style joint.

Point is, you put a street urchin anywhere, and he finds a way to survive.

Theoretically.

So what actually does him in is meals, hot meals, three times a day, seven days a week. The dining table these days is actually creaking, heavily set with the weight of those little side dishes. Side dishes. Gintoki now is getting choices with his meals. And after a delicious meal, then comes dessert. Not just any dessert— strawberry parfait. A tall glass dish filled brim with his favorite sweet, pushed under his nose with a sweeter kiss to his temple before you're happily clearing the rest of the dishes to the sink.

Gintoki has gained ten pounds since loving you.

Until he's suddenly back to square one, ten pounds lighter, back to three-way chopstick fights over every rotten grain of rice, back to scavenging in Sadaharu's dog feed bag, back to harassing Otose's rice cooker, back to swishing fountain water through his teeth to line his never-quite-satisfied stomach.

It's not his first rodeo, but this time, hitting the ground is harder than he remembers.

It's not about the food. In the past few days, you haven't even been looking at him in the eyes, while ladling a fourth of the food that you usually serve into his chipped bowl. Have barely peeped a few words, except murmured thank you for the meal's before quietly eating your portion, smaller than everyone else's. You've kissed him less, hugged him less. The Yorozuya doesn't carry your scent anymore, you're hardly there.

You're ignoring him, he's concluded. Gintoki knows, knows he's pissed you off because Sakata Gintoki always pisses everyone off at some point. You're sick of a lazy, no-good guy like him, he knows it. He knows it.

Fuck, he hasn't missed any anniversaries. On your third month together, he pissed your name in the snow in front of the Yorozuya! If that isn't the most ardent declaration of love, he doesn't know what is! On your birthday, he gave you a DIY, a lovely sculpture! And told you to use it when he's gone! And his performance in bed— no, that definitely can't be it. He puts his back into it! His dicking is flawless. S-tier!

Shinpachi suggests gifting you the newest Otsuu-chan CD. An advice expected of a cherry boy, damn him.

Kagura is more helpful— she's seen it all before. Papi always swallowed his pride and kneeled in the dirt and begged.

And so, Gintoki kneels in the dirt and begs.

And he says something not worth repeating. Blah blah blah blah I miss you blah blah blah blah don't leave blah blah blah blah You don't have to do anything blah blah blah blah just stay blah blah blah blah I love you or whatever blah blah blah blah.

And you're wrapping your arms around his prostrated head, maybe in tears, saying something like money was running short, you were out looking for a job that's why you weren't at the Yorozuya more often, and something like you were embarrassed to face him— which is the most ridiculous bullshit he's ever heard because look at him while he's wiping your tears away with a rough hand, you idiot— you're dating the sorriest, the poorest bastard in Edo! Getcher ass home so we can eat dinner.

And dinner that night— even with four pairs of chopsticks and one paw fighting over the last shriveled dog kibble— has never tasted better.

Happily ever afterrrr

[regnigt]

another attempt at a ginzura tanka

[Gintoki POV] Licking my dry lips, In this heat, even shadows Seem to melt away. Cursing myself, I go out To find you. Bring me the breeze.

[sakukaguxxi]

Yakult and Tobacco | Gintama

Word count: 3.4k

C/W’s: none really except for a tiny bit of blood

Summary: a story about what happens to Takasugi and the Kiheitai after ch. 704

a/n: This is my first time writing for Gintama, and I wanted to do something like this for a while but didn’t think I was a good enough story writer. But I really felt passionate about this topic and tried my best. I was inspired by various ideas from fandom and combined with my own random ideas. I hope this isn’t too bad. Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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The long search hadn’t been for nothing. It wasn’t a pipe dream, it wasn't a dead end. This couldn’t be a coincidence. After investigating the dragon holes for several months, Matako finally found him. 

She was overcome with tears of joy and relief as she held the reborn Takasugi in her arms. The local villagers who had gathered around upon getting word of a mysterious baby appearing in the dragon hole looked on in mild confusion. What does this baby mean to this woman? they must have thought. Was it really born from the dragon hole or just abandoned? Is it the divine wrath of Ryujin-sama?

Matako didn’t really care how this scene looked to anyone else at that moment. It was just so personal. Feeling like a big weight had been lifted off her shoulders finally, she decided she was ready to leave after she finished crying and wiped away her tears. Wherever home was, they could now return.

Matako turned to the crowd. “I will take this child,” she announced.

Nobody else was racing to volunteer, but there were a few murmurs among the crowd. Then one man pointed at the infant, shouting, “This could be an attack by the Dragon Vein God! You shouldn’t keep it!”

“I can handle this,” she responded firmly. “You don’t know the whole story, because this is actually my friend who I’ve been looking for, and now he’s been revived. It probably sounds crazy, but even if you don’t believe me, I have to do this.”

Now that she found Shinsuke, it was time to embark on the journey to regroup with Takechi. Some villagers were actually kind enough to help her by lending her some baby supplies and giving her directions, even if they didn’t fully understand the background. 

……

Matako met Takechi at a small house on the outskirts of Edo that the Kiheitai had used as a hideout. It would make a decent place for someone who wanted some privacy away from the city. There was a dirt path leading to it with a hedge running along one side.

When Matako arrived at the house, Takasugi still looked like a baby. She and Takechi decided they would take care of him together. The two Kiheitai members smiled down at the infant. Takechi, normally less sentimental, was still happy Takasugi had been found. He was also proud that after being told there wasn’t the slightest chance of Takasugi being resurrected like Utsuro, their intuition had actually worked out in their favor.

“The dark purple hair is definitely the same,” Henpeita observed. 

“And now he has two functioning eyes again,” Matako added. She gazed at the baby, whose eyes were open and was looking up at the two of them. “I wonder if he recognizes us yet even in this state…”

Henpeita put a hand on her shoulder. “We can’t know yet, so you shouldn’t worry right now.”

……

Takasugi had reached a new stage of growth within a couple days of arriving at the hideout, looking around preschool age now. Despite hearing what happened to the reborn Utsuro from Gintoki and knowing what altana was capable of, Matako and Henpeita were still amazed to witness Takasugi’s growth first-hand. It reminded them of Princess Kaguya. Altana truly was a powerful energy.

Henpeita went and bought more clothing for Takasugi in a couple different sizes since they didn’t know when his next growth spurt would be. As the strategist of the Kiheitai, he was trying to think ahead. He also bought Yakult, which Takasugi had gone absolutely nuts for in the past. He thought it might even help spur on his memories.

There weren’t many other people in the close-by area to worry about, but Matako felt a sense of protectiveness towards Takasugi during this sensitive time. She didn’t want people to think he was a monster if they noticed his fast growth. She was glad she’d found him when she did instead of him falling into the wrong hands. For the time being, he had to stay near the house at least.

The interesting thing about Shinsuke growing up at an accelerated rate was that he still couldn’t speak, but seemed to understand basic communication in a way. He also easily regained his ability to do certain things such as walking and using chopsticks with only a little instruction if any. He mostly followed the other two around quietly like a puppy and went with the flow of whatever they were doing. Being like a little kid, he could still get into mischief. Gintoki had mentioned that the reborn Shouyou started speaking fully when his memories were unlocked. However, Matako didn’t know if or when Takasugi would regain his memories and return to his old self. 

……

On the second night since Takasugi’s new growth, Matako rolled to her side and smiled softly at him as they were about to go to sleep. They slept in the same room on their own futons since he had his first growth spurt out of babyhood. But Shinsuke was given the one regular-sized blanket in the house. Takechi hadn’t gotten around to shopping for more of those yet. 

For the first time since being reborn, Shinsuke had a dream of various people crying or looking like they’re about to cry. There was the blonde-haired woman called Matako, a man with curly silvery-blue hair, and another man with long light brown hair. In the dream, Shinsuke thought, No… please don’t cry, everyone… 

Shinsuke woke up again early in the morning and turned toward Matako out of curiosity and instinct. She was still asleep but looked cold and exposed from not having a decent blanket. Despite still being tired, he felt an urge to help her, so he dragged his blanket across the room and covered her. Then he laid down next to her on top of the blanket and pulled one edge over himself.

Like a lot of dreams, most of the contents of Shinsuke’s had faded from his mind within a few minutes of being awake, leaving only vague bits and pieces. The details of most of the people had become blurrier, and he wasn’t aware yet that it was based on real experience anyway. 

A few hours later, Takechi stepped in the doorway to the others’ bedroom, asking, “Matako, are you awake yet?”. He had returned from a short visit to the city and was surprised to see the little Takasugi sleeping next to her on top of the blanket. 

Memories of the first time Takechi officially met Matako flashed in his mind: despite the Bakufu confiscating her gun, she did whatever she could to try to save the imprisoned Jouishishi, such as threatening Takechi with a dagger to the back. More important to her than Takasugi acknowledging her or letting her join him was preventing his death, because she believed the country needed him. No doubt, being saved by him personally had also cemented her loyalty and belief that he had a good heart. Takechi had handed back her gun and told her she would do well to take revenge herself. He recalled her surprised face at the end of the battle when Shinsuke simply said, “Let’s go,” letting her know she was included.

I never thought I’d see them as roommates, Henpeita thought.

……

Later the same day, Gintoki was walking towards the Kiheitai hideout when he came upon a little boy standing on the path. Despite looking young, Gintoki could recognize that face anywhere, having grown up with him. Shinsuke stared up at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“So we meet again, huh?” Gintoki stated calmly, his eyes at half-mast.

Meanwhile, Matako was in the house, expecting Gintoki any minute. The Kiheitai had contacted all of Shinsuke’s old friends, and Gintoki was the first who was able to visit. She was suddenly alerted to a child whining, “Let me go! Put me down!” followed by a familiar male voice saying, “Excuse me.” She went into the genkan to see Gintoki holding Shinsuke under his arm

“Let me go!” Shinsuke repeated, trying to wriggle free.

“Is this your kid?” Gintoki asked sarcastically. “He made an impudent face, and I knew right away.” He finally released the boy from his hold.

As Shinsuke went forward to climb over the porch step, kicking his sandals off behind him, Matako grumbled, “...It’s obvious.” Shinsuke dashed past her into the house. “Come in,” she offered to Gintoki.

……

After setting Shinsuke up with a game on the other side of the room, Matako and Gintoki sat across from each other with their own cup of tea. Gintoki eyed him for a bit before focusing on Matako. “How has taking care of him been so far?” he asked.

“It’s been relatively good. It’s not like I have much experience taking care of babies or little kids, but this isn’t a regular situation. Takechi-senpai has also been a big help, I hate to admit…”

“When did he start talking, anyway? He still seems pretty quiet otherwise…”

Matako frowned slightly. “Just today when you showed up carrying him… He never said anything before, so I guess this is progress. I thought you meeting him could change things…”

“Well, yes, I am very influential,” Gintoki joked. “I’m not the main character of my own series for nothing.”

Matako looked downcast, so Gintoki snapped back into seriousness, waiting for her to continue. “I can’t help but compare your situation with Shouyou to ours,” she explained. “I want Shinsuke-sama to be happy no matter what happens, but deep down my hope is he’ll regain his memories and return to being the person we know and love. Am I selfish for this? Would he be better off starting a different life and forgetting Shouka Sonjuku, the Joui War, the Kiheitai, everything?” Her eyes stung with tears. “I won’t abandon him, but I can’t deny there’s still a void from losing a loved one. Not only could we not prevent it, we weren’t there for him during that time. We had no idea he was dying. I thought we were doing the right thing by giving him some space, but it didn't work out for us in the end. We shouldn’t have left him alone…”

Suddenly, Takasugi scurried up next to Matako to hold her hand. He noticed her looking and sounding like she might cry and wanted to comfort her somehow. Matako was surprised by his action, but it made her smile. “Don’t worry, I’m alright,” she reassured him, giving him a one-armed hug. He stood back for a few seconds like he wasn’t sure, then returned to his area.

Gintoki drank more tea with a pensive expression. “You don’t know this, but I actually had amnesia once from a car accident and lost my identity,” he shared. “Yeah, I became a productive member of society and didn’t remember bad memories from my past, but it wasn’t me. My friends struggled to get me back, and while it didn’t happen right away and I left them to start a new life, they still came to get me eventually. So the way you feel is natural, Matako-san. And although I can’t make any guarantees and can only go by my one experience, I’d say you shouldn’t give up… Just be honest with him.”

……

Matako saw Gintoki off at the entrance when it was time to go. “Thank you again for coming, Shiroyasha,” she said. 

“No problem,” Gintoki replied. “And like I said, I’ll also see what else I can do. I’ll talk to Zura and Tatsuma about it too. So, see you guys later.”

“See ya.” That came from Shinsuke, who had come out to the front. Matako and Gintoki were still a little stunned to hear him speak again at all, but Matako did a double take because his yukata was now up to his knees. He definitely looked taller than he was even less than twenty minutes ago! Now he had an elementary school-age appearance. 

Gintoki also noticed and smirked. “Take care now,” he said.

On his way down the path, Gintoki encountered Takechi coming from the opposite direction with a bag in hand. 

“Were you in a hurry?” Takechi asked, stopping.

“I had some barley tea and we talked for a bit,” Gintoki replied. As he walked past Takechi, he continued, “I don’t know what’ll end up happening, but… he definitely doesn’t need diapers anymore,” and waved back.

……

Gintoki, Katsura, and Sakamoto met at a local restaurant and sat at a booth together, with Gintoki on one side and the other two across. He was catching them up on his visit to the Kiheitai from the day before.

“I admit that I was initially skeptical and didn’t think it was possible for him to be resurrected,” Katsura said. “I admit it, I was wrong.”

“Aren’t you glad things are starting to work out, though?” Sakamoto said. 

“Yeah, but there’s still the issue of him getting his memories back, which the Kiheitai care a lot about,” Gintoki pointed out. “Matako-san seemed upset when I talked to her. I think we should all do our best to help in some way. Takasugi was our friend too, so we want him to get his memories back, right?”

Sakamoto turned to Katsura with a smile and said, “Well, since it’s our turn to visit now, let’s go together. We should do it soon this week.”

“Let’s bring presents,” Katsura suggested excitedly. 

……

After Gintoki left the Kiheitai hideout, Takasugi didn’t try to speak the rest of that day or into the next. Matako and Takechi weren’t sure why, but hypothesized maybe his mind was still settling in and it was part of his development. They asked him at one point if he could remember his past, but he shook his head in confusion. So they tried to tell him some more about his background, and he seemed to be listening, but his reaction was calm, almost unreadable.

It wasn’t until after going to bed that more peculiar things happened once again. Takasugi had another dream where he was standing by a river at night with fireworks going off. It was a beautiful sight, and he watched in awe as different colors and even shapes soared across the sky. There were other people around him watching, including three people right in front of him. Then those three people turned around and smiled at him. There was Matako, Takechi, and a green-haired man wearing sunglasses… Bansai. By the way they were looking at him, it seemed like they were happy he was having a good time and enjoyed being with him. 

The scenery changed somehow seamlessly to a man standing in front of a nondescript background. He had long, light brown hair and wore gray and beige clothing, with his arms crossed and tucked into the opposite sleeves of his haori. He was smiling and had a strong aura like a wise and kind person. He said, I’m proud of you, Shinsuke, so don’t give up. 

Shouyou-sensei? Shinsuke thought as the recognition completely dawned on him.

Takasugi didn’t get to hear a response as he woke up soon after that in the morning. Not only had he grown to adult size overnight, he now finally had a realization about himself. That dream had made everything clear. 

He sat up cross-legged, the blanket falling over his lap. Since he grew a lot over night, his yukata had opened up and became more like a shirt, revealing his bare torso and obviously not long enough anymore to cover his bottom half if not for the blanket. 

Matako groaned slightly as she also started to wake up. She tilted her head to look at Takasugi and was met with the grown version of him staring back at her with his mouth slightly agape.

“Wha- Huh?!” Matako gasped, sitting up and pulling her blanket further over her chest out of reflex. She honestly hadn’t expected to wake up that morning and suddenly see Takasugi look basically like the person she’d known for 12 years. Out of awkwardness, she shifted her position to slightly face away from him while her eyes were still pointed his way. She trembled a little as she reached to push some hair out of her face. 

Takasugi put his hand over his left eye. “Hey… It’s me,” he finally said.

In a flash, Matako went forward to kneel in front of him as he lowered his hand. She looked up right into his eyes. “You can see, can’t you?” she asked with concern. 

Takasugi looked down and took in her expression fully, which conveyed intense emotion. “...Yes, I can see …” he answered. “It’s just that I only noticed now that I got it back…”

“How do you feel now?” 

“I’m still trying to process everything and let the fact that this is real settle in… But I know how and why I came back and accept it. On that day, Shouyou-sensei actually told me his plan to sacrifice himself by using up all the altana in his body to cancel out the terminal’s altana. And he was distraught at the time because he didn’t think he could save me as well…” He raised one side of his mouth in a half smile. “I feel like Sensei was by my side until you came to pick me up again. And he still is here in a way…” 

Takasugi took a scan around the room, then continued, “And even before I got my memories back, I’ve seen over the past couple weeks how you and Takechi have taken care of and protected me, so I’m also grateful to you. Also importantly, I’ve wanted to say I’m sorry for leaving the Kiheitai behind without a word and any hurt caused by my absence. I couldn’t tell you what was going on and I didn’t know how much longer I’d have to live or if I’d see you again at all. But thank you for not giving up on me.”

Matako felt her heart swell and couldn’t help herself, leaning forward to give him a big hug. He was momentarily stunned but formed a small smile and reciprocated. “It really was no problem,” Matako said. “You know the Kiheitai will be there for you. And we may not have had the chance to meet your master, but we can’t thank him enough for making this possible...”

……

Once Shinsuke was fully dressed and had gotten his bearings, he said to Takechi when they were outside walking, “Could you hand me your sword? There’s something I want to see…”

Takechi unsheathed his sword and handed it over without a word, his eyes fixed on Shinsuke’s face the whole time.

Shinsuke raised his left hand and carefully pricked the pad of the middle finger. There were some tiny beads of blood, but nothing else happened. After sucking the blood off his finger, he resumed, “I actually don’t think I had to do that to know I’m still mortal, but I just felt like making a point for myself.” He gave Takechi back his sword.

As Takechi put it away, he responded in an amused tone, “I figured that’s why you wanted it.”

Shinsuke chuckled. “I wanna get a new sword sometime soon, though. It doesn’t feel right not having something at my waist. And I might need it anyway if the Kiheitai has plans.”

……

Later that day, Katsura and Sakamoto came over. “Sorry it’s been a while since I last wrote,” Katsura told Matako as they stood at the genkan with him in front of Sakamoto. He held up a paper bag. “This is a gift for you, Matako-san. It’s one of those new-fangled robot vacuums.”

“Oh, wow,” Matako remarked.

Katsura stepped a little closer to her like he was giving her some topic secret advice, but said in a louder voice with his finger pointed up, “For the little one’s sake, we need to make sure we take care of dust in even the nooks and crannies…”

“It’s really nice, but why are you so loud right now? And anyway, Shinsuke-sama is already…”

“Oi,” came a baritone voice from inside, which got Sakamoto and Katsura to crane their necks around Matako. She led them forward so they could see in the doorway.

Takasugi was sitting on the floor holding a kiseru. “You guys are as loud as ever,” he said with a grin.

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a/n: Thanks for reading! Please like and reblog!

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Crow Feathers In Our Eternal Sky / Ch 15 / To the Skies and Beyond

Utsuro and Oboro's friendship deepens.

[justpendule]

I just posted my first GinZura fic! It's smut, straight up.

Fandom: Gintama

Pairing: Gintoki / Katsura

Main tags: PWP - Semi-public sex - Creampie

Words Count: 4k

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I started a rewrite for my other story. I would appreciate the read!

[booai]

GinTaka oneshots part 5 | Punching someone is surprisingly intimate 2/2

Summary:

Chapter 1: What’s worse? Being haunted by ghouls of blood-soaked battlefields or being the target of Gintoki’s constant pestering? Shinsuke is trying to figure it out.

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Chapter 2: The White Demon never thought there’d be a time he would be spending this much of a day thinking about a boy– his friend and his dear rival, no less

Rating: T

Length: 19150 words

CW: Graphic violence

Happy GinTakaGin day 2022!!!

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A/N: You have no idea for how long this one-shot has been waiting in my drafts! б（＞ε＜ ）∂ I’m just so happy that I’ve finally managed to finish it! Hope y’all enjoy<3

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 “𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴” 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘢

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘪 𝘟 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⚠️𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 7.4𝘒

Walking through the empty halls of the Harusame ship all by yourself was something that most humans, and even other amantos, would see as far too dangerous to even consider. After all, the Space Pirates Harusame, were viewed as the largest crime syndicate in the entire universe. Still, the mere knowledge did not stop you from pursuing a spot in the mentioned organization.

Your eyes scanned the surroundings in search of some form of entertainment until your sensitive ears picked up on some familiar noises quite far away from where you had currently stopped. The longer you listened however, the more you began to notice just how similar they sounded to ones of a goat screaming at the top of its lungs. And of course, not wanting to miss out on the fun, you lazily began to walk in the direction in which the training room was located.

Whistling in sync with your steps, hands still in your pockets, you swiftly kicked open the closed doors that were separating you from the commotion. An awestruck expression crossing your features as you sat down on a bench near the exit, while lifting your left leg over the other. Your palms, placed on each side of the bench, as you tilted your upper body over your thighs in the process. Everything about your posture, expressing just how excited this scene was making you.

Right before your eyes was a certain vermillion haired amanto performing a literal mass murder, considering the amount of yatos that were jointly attacking him. And despite being completely alone, the commander of the 7th division still somehow managed to completely overwhelm all his subordinates.

You had always been fascinated by the young commander, despite his psychotic reputation. The way his long vibrant hair would flow elegantly through the air, accompanied by that bloodthirsty expression that would sometimes make your knees feel like jelly. It was a beautiful combination of spring and winter, warmth and cold, fire and water, vermillion and blue. And you would become so entranced by it that your surroundings would cease to exist.

Soon, you'd forget about the numerous unconscious bodies that would lay across the open field. Gaze solely fixated on the male's oblivious figure. And as animalistic as Kamui was, even he would always fail to notice your presence unless you wanted him to do otherwise.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The commander's voice suddenly echoed through the large training room, forcing the sound of careful, yet still noticeable, footsteps into an abrupt stop. Obviously that question was meant for Abuto, as the addressed male shakily turned his attention toward his superior. The visible beads of sweat that were trailing down his forehead and neck, making it all the more apparent.

Had you been like any other human being, or as your fellow amantos liked to describe it: not lacking a fist-sized organ that pumps blood throughout the entire body, the first emotion that you were supposed to express would probably have been concern. Maybe even worry or anxiety, but certainly not amusement and anticipation.

"Commander, don't you think it would be better for you to have a rest first? That looked pretty intense." The male was obviously trying to avoid the younger yato's demand. Though, from your perspective, his attempts seemed to be futile.

Not that you cared. Quite the opposite. A small part of you felt slightly curious over how long this man would possibly be able to stand against the 7th division commander. You have heard stories about Abuto and knew that he was stronger than an average yato. Obviously not Umibōzu level, but still decent.

As far as you were concerned however, you were more interested in whether Kamui had already surpassed his father or not. Since you up until this day, did not have the luck to meet the man in person. 

Though, based on the information that you've obtained, he was definitely not weaker at this point. And watching as the young amanto completely destroyed the unfortunate man without even batting an eyelash, made you subconsciously wonder just how strong his father must have been to have a son with such promising abilities.

Boredom was a dangerous disease and once you caught the infection it would be almost impossible to find a cure. Because once it had infiltrated your body, no matter what you do and how entertaining you had considered it at the beginning, everything would from that point on seem equally boring.

It was much like a never ending circle. And for some reason, once you had found yourself looping within it, there was no way out of it. You'd never get the same thrill from the things you once loved and will have no other choice but to find something new to keep you afloat. And perhaps, this little in-between moment, was the most dreadful part of it all. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

To you, that vermillion haired amanto was a way to evade this circle. He was entertaining to watch, as well as you found certain similarities to stop you from falling into a hole of complete self despair. His presence, as well as existence in whole, made you believe that you were not the insane sociopath that everyone else claimed you to be. Sure the two of you never spoke, but just watching was enough for you to understand that you were not alone in this godforsaken universe.

It was an unhealthy obsession. You knew. But then again. Everything about you was unhealthy. And you have lived this way your entire life. This abnormality, one of the main reasons that you've managed to survive thus far. So what was the point in changing if it would help you achieve nothing?

Though, recently you have come to notice a familiar feeling of dread invading your senses. Perhaps watching was not enough anymore. You needed something else. Something more intense. Until a light bulb suddenly appeared, making your eyes sparkle in realization. Perhaps what you needed was to actually participate. To exist in the commotion. Or even better. To create.

Keeping this in mind, your eyes began to travel around the dining hall until they fixed themselves onto a rather noticeable figure with a mountain of food placed on the table. You still had no idea what was likely to catch your, or anyone's, attention at all. Was it the food or was it the amanto shoving everything down its throat? What you did know however, was that eating was probably the only thing about the 7th division commander that you did not find too attractive. Amusing, yes. Appealing, no.

But, since you had finally found your target, which was not all that hard you might add, you decided not to dwell on those thoughts and simply continue with your current mission. Abuto was the first to notice your appearance, though you were pretty sure that his superior had too, but simply chose to ignore you.

The older yato arched an eyebrow at you as a silent way of asking why you had decided to approach them. But, instead of answering, you simply waved a hello while letting a fox-like smile present itself on your face, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“Is it alright if I sit with you fellas?” You asked airly, gazing at the vice captain since you had figured that the commander probably wasn't going to engage in any type of conversation with you. Yet, at least. Not waiting for an actual response, you simply made yourself comfortable at the empty seat beside the younger yato. Which, of course, earned a sweat-drop from the other.

Abuto eyed you carefully, knowing exactly who you were. He had heard a lot of the other amantos speak about you and your reputation wasn't one to take lightly. As an information broker, it was no wonder you were constantly perceived as a sly and questionable individual who still somehow managed to climb his way towards the top of the hierarchy of the Harusame Pirates. Becoming one of the most valuable and trustworthy assets for their leaders.

Which was why the older amanto couldn't help but wonder why you had decided to join them. Had the Elders begun questioning their loyalty and decided to send you to confirm their suspicions? Obviously, the man was probably overthinking this. But due to your reputation it wasn’t strange that he had a hard time trusting your intentions. Since not even once, after joining the Space Pirates, had you tried to strike a conversation with the two.

Kamui, on the other hand, did not seem to be too bothered by your presence. Firstly: Abuto was pretty sure the younger male had no idea who you were. And secondly: knowing the other amanto, he probably deemed you far too weak to be acknowledged. Which wasn't all that strange, considering how skinny you were.

Though, it was quite hard to pinpoint whether that really was the case, noting the baggy clothes that you were wearing did everything but show off any possible hidden muscles. And let’s not forget the glasses that made you seem even more harmless if that was possible. In other words: you looked like a stereotypical computer geek, but with a very shady past. 

"Do you mind if I touch your hair?" Abuto could swear he almost choked as those words left your mouth. His attention, going to your figure straight away making him even more baffled. Your right cheek was resting on the palm of your hand with your elbow placed on the table. The same smile that you wore ever since you had approached them, still present. 

Everything about your posture screamed relaxed. Which was anything but normal, since you were speaking with the 7th division commander of the Harusame Pirates. And if your previous actions had made him question your sanity, then one could only imagine what Abuto must've felt when you reached out for the other male's braid. 

The blank look Kamui was giving you, doing nothing to calm the older man’s nerves. He could only hope his superior wouldn't do anything rash. Everyone knew just how valuable you were for the Elders and Abuto was sure that they'd choose you over them any day.

"Say Abuto, who is this? I can't smell any ounce of fear emitting from him." The vermillion haired boy asked cheerfully, which caused a shiver to run down the vice captain’s spine. Abuto smiled shakily at the duo, fake coughing a few times, before speaking. 

"This is [Last name] [Name], he's the go-to guy when you need info regarding a mission or a target." You saluted as the male finished his short explanation. Expertly hiding your disappointment at the commander's reaction. Sure, his smiling face was cute. But you were hoping for something different. Or rather said: unexpected. 

A slight pout was starting to make itself visible on your face as you continued to play with the male's braid. Kamui was looking at you in a curious, yet slightly annoyed, fashion, while Abuto had now decided to solely pay attention to his food. You figured that was because the younger amanto was almost done with his mountain and was afraid that he would most likely eat up Abuto's if he would not finish his meal soon. 

An idea soon entered your mind as you observed how the other male's gaze wandered toward his braid every once in a while. The action was barely noticeable, had you not been watching him so intently.

You remembered his reaction when you touched his hair. His long silky hair that you were definitely not jealous of. A smirk tugged its way at the corner of your lips as you thought about your next move.

"Your hair is so soft and it smells so nice." You stated, lifting his braid tentatively, letting it almost touch your nose.

"What shampoo do you use? You see, my hair is nowhere as soft as yours, far too messy and coarse. So I’d like to know your secret.” Your calculated gaze did not fail to notice the small twitch of the other boy's eye. Kamui was obviously having a hard time dealing with you. Though, you couldn't help but wonder why he still had not made a move to kill you, since he had never been one to keep his temper in check. As far as you know, that is.

Abuto, on the other hand, was doing his best not to get dragged into the crossfire. He could already sense the change in the atmosphere and had an idea of what this was going to lead to. What he did not understand however, was the reason behind your actions. Were you suicidal? No, there must have been another reason. But none of the explanations that he had come up with regarding your behavior made any sense.

So instead, he was trying to make himself look as small as possible. Hoping that he'd find a safe moment to escape undetected. The last thing he wanted right now, was to deal with an angry commander who's probably going to go on a rampage if you would not stop soon. Which you obviously were not planning to do.

“Do you mind if I unbraid your hair? I'd like to know what it feels like to brush it." Your amusement was increasing by each passing second as you watched his composure crumble right before your eyes. You just needed to choose the next words more carefully. Find something that would surely trigger his anger. You had already managed to gain a reaction that nobody else has had the luxury to witness. But you were far too greedy to let such a great opportunity go to waste. 

"Though, I guess I can understand why you make sure to braid it before going out in public. Now that I think of it, you would kinda look like a girl if you had ever decided to let your hair loose." If looks could kill, you'd be six feet under by now. Kamui narrowed his eyes at you harshly, fists turning white over how tightly he was clenching them. A smile that was similar to yours, slowly creeping up on his face, albeit strained. 

"I dare you to say one more word, pest." The young amato's voice was strained, the last word sounding very much like a hiss coming from a snake. His pale, slender-like fingers, wrapping around the silky braid, tugging it away from your grip rather harshly. 

The vice captain swallowed thickly, not sure of what he should do. Obviously, he could not tell the younger male to leave, since Kamui would never listen to him. Even when the boy was in a good mood, would his attempts always remain futile. And telling you to stop was definitely going to be a pointless persuasion. He just hoped his commander wouldn’t kill you. Abuto really didn't want to deal with the aftermath of both males' stupid actions. 

"Oh, I know! You probably keep it braided because it reminds you of your mother. I've seen the way your father looks, you surely are nothing ali-" 

Abuto was sure he could feel his soul leave his body as he watched the way your scrawny looking figure smashed into the nearest wall. Leaving a bunch of very thick and deep cracks to surround your body in the process. He didn't know what he should be more scared of. Your lifeless body or the dark aura surrounding the young commander that was currently sitting opposite of him. 

"Commander! Do you have any idea of what the Elders will do to you once they'll hear about this?" Kamui, however, was not listening, far too occupied by his own thoughts. 

How the hell did you know about his mother? The only person who's ever had the luxury to have this knowledge was Abuto. And even that was solely because the two of them had met at an unfortunate time. Though, his thoughts came to a halt, as the dining hall was soon filled with a loud, piercing sound. 

There you were, lying on the floor, while crouching your stomach as you died from uncontrollable laughter. At first, Abuto thought it was out of agony. Perhaps you were just in a state of shock. However, his conclusion was proven wrong as he saw no indication of you being in any pain. 

The other amantos were just staring at you with sweat-drops, while those that were closer to you merely rolled their eyes at your antics. Most members of the Harusame were already aware of your high pain tolerance. As well as some yatos that got to experience it first hand. 

They were no strangers to your addiction to chaos. You just loved to cause problems. It was like a drug to you. Which was why no one got surprised by the words that soon left your mouth. 

"Was that really all you got? I bet your sister could do better."

The following few weeks were quite interesting to say the least. Ever since the incident, Abuto couldn’t help but notice that you had become almost a regularity in their everyday lives. Whenever you and the 7th division commander would pass each other in the hallways, you'd always find a way to get under his skin. While Kamui would respond to you with a very inventive threat. 

The whole interaction was quite amusing to watch. It wasn't every day you'd meet a person who'd manage to irritate Kamui so easily. If anything, it had always been the other way around. Though, there was also a part of him that couldn't help but feel worried. A nagging anxiety that some day Kamui would finally snap. It was a miracle that he up until this day, still had not even laid a finger on you. 

Though, whether he liked it or not, Abuto knew that sooner or later that day would come. The day when all hell would break loose. Which was apparently today. All because of just how imaginative you were when it came to creating new insults. As well as being aware of the amount of personal information that you have somehow managed to obtain. 

And now here he was. Standing at the entrance of the dining hall, which was for the first time in history, completely empty. Well, except for the two figures that were currently occupying the entire space. 

Not even once since he had met Kamui, had the male ever seen him so angry. That must have been the reason as to why none of the other amantos had the guts to enter their so-called 'battle arena'. And if Abuto didn't know any better, it could almost be perceived as if the two of you were dancing. Well, ignoring all the flying chairs that were thrown in your direction. 

Abuto was surprised over how agile you were. Not even once since your 'battle' had started, had Kamui managed to land a proper hit on you. You were so swift in your motions, that you almost looked like a leaf floating in the air. Graceful. Yet there was something in the way you were moving that reminded Abuto of a very skillful thief. Metaphorically, of course. 

You were taunting him. Obviously. But the vice captain couldn't help but wonder what you must have said to receive such a reaction from his superior. The only topic that could ever evoke such strong reactions from the commander was his family. Unless it wasn't all the pent-up emotions that had finally reached their limit. Which made more sense, since Kamui wasn't one to react to repeated insults, always becoming immune to them after their first usage. 

The same could be said about you. Not even once had Abuto noticed you remain on one single topic for too long. As if you knew they would have no effect on him. Which Abuto thought was indeed the case, considering just how well you had read the vermillion haired amanto’s character so far. 

Too engrossed in his own thoughts, Abuto failed to notice at which point Kamui had finally succeeded in disarming you. He was pinning you on the floor, his left hand keeping yours securely over your head, while the fingers of his right hand were tightly wrapped around your neck in a choking position. His hands, squeezing the captured parts of your body so harshly, they would surely leave deep blue imprints later on. 

Kamui then placed his left knee between your legs to make sure you could move as little as possible. The young commander had a dark look on his face, representing his inner seething rage. Still, you couldn't help but feel slightly aroused by it all. 

You felt hot. As if you were lying in a bathtub with overheated water. The state you had currently found yourself in, making you feel as if you were boiling from within. And if he had noticed the way your body was reacting to this provocative position, he made no attempts to show it. 

The male, however, had found himself in an entranced state as he looked into your [e/c] eyes. Your dazed expression, accompanied by that soft pink blush that was coating your cheeks, making you look irresistible. Something that agitated him even more. You were despicable, yet here he was, staring at you with such longing that he still managed to skillfully mask thanks to the continuously growing irritation. 

A soft laugh escaped your lips as his inner turmoil had been completely see-through thanks to the mirror that was a pair of beautifully blue eyes. And soon that fox-like smile found itself back to your face as you cruelly spoke. 

"Show me your crying face." The amusement was clearly displayed in your mischievous [e/c] eyes as his dominant form had suddenly begun to shake. You could vividly see the mixture of anger, confusion, hurt and sadness. And despite this, you still did not feel any ounce of pity. Only pure fascination that was mixed with slight disappointment. 

"Oh, come on. I bet you look really pretty when you cry." Bafflement was the only thing you received from that. And realizing that this would probably get you nowhere, you decided to take advantage of his eased grip as you managed to slide yourself away from his hold. 

Though, before you had walked through the other exit, you spared one last glance in his direction and oh boy did you not regret doing so. Even though there were no tears trailing down his cheek for you to witness, you felt your mouth open slightly without actually realizing it. Because the lifeless expression on his face was definitely something to behold. And you doubt that you've seen anything prettier so far. 

More weeks soon passed, albeit rather slowly. At least, that was the way Kamui had experienced them go by. He did not know what the reason behind this was. Or that was what he kept telling himself. Deep down inside, he knew the reason for this unexpected depression that he's been going through during this whole period. 

It was you. Or rather: your sudden absence. Kamui did not know how, but somehow, in the span of several weeks, you managed to crawl yourself into the yato's sun sensitive skin. Like a parasite, slowly killing your host, while absorbing their energy until they were left completely empty. Treating them like a vessel. And despite your damaging existence, you still had the ability to make him completely reliant on you.  

He missed you. 

And watching you from afar, practically glaring holes into your skull, appeared to be far more painful than having to endure all those jabs that you kept throwing at him on a daily basis. Abuto watched his commander in amusement. If the man had been confused regarding the younger male's behavior before, then now everything was starting to make sense. The pout that was ever so present, only confirming his suspicions. 

"Tell me, Abuto. How does this pest still manage to torment me even now that he has stopped annoying me?" Said male raised an eyebrow at the vermillion haired amanto's words. Kamui did not face him while speaking, but simply continued to stare at your carefree attitude from his spot. 

"I think what you mean is: ‘Tell me, Abuto. Why can't I stop thinking about [Name]?’" Abuto stated smugly, wiggling his eyebrows as a way to emphasize the last seven words. His grin only widening at the glare that he received from his superior. Kamui was obviously struggling to come up with a response to the older man’s implication, which only left him more frustrated in the process. 

The younger yato had no idea why his subordinate would even imply something like that. The mere thought of him liking you was ridiculous. No, scratch that. It was utterly disgusting. You obviously had some serious mental issues. Which was something not to take lightly if even Kamui stood by those beliefs, considering the fact that he was anything but normal. 

"One more word and I will kill you." Kamui threatened darkly, an eerie smile appearing on his face that would almost seem innocent. Though, it soon turned more taunting as he watched the other male's smirk falter just the slightest bit. 

"Look. As much as you might not want to admit it, there must be a reason as to why that guy is still walking, no breathing, after everything that's been transpiring for the past few weeks." Abuto was trying to seem as unaffected as possible while speaking, the remains of his superior's last threat still lingering in the back of his mind. Which wasn't too hard since he was quite used to them by now. However, that did not mean he didn't fear for his life each time they were expressed. 

The vermillion haired yato grumbled under his breath as a way of admitting defeat. No matter how much he would try to deny it, even he understood that Abuto was right. The older yato visibly relaxed at his superior's passive reaction as he let out a barely audible sigh. His previous tenseness, not all that surprising, since he had already lost an arm after angering the commander once. 

Kamui frowned as if deep in thought. He couldn't find the reason behind this sudden attraction to you. It just didn't make sense. You were a man. Or a boy, or… Whatever. What mattered was that you were not a woman. Which also meant that you could not bear children. So why did he feel so drawn to you? 

The young man was by no means homophobic. Yatos never had a taboo for homosexual relationships. Sure, they did have a tendency to view it as unmasculine, but there was never any hostility. It just never really became a topic of discussion. Rather, what bothered Kamui was the fact that he simply could not understand the logic of this sudden revelation. What's the point of same-sex attraction if you can't procreate? 

Abuto sighed, starting to get fed up by his superior's stubbornness. If only Kamui would put this much effort into thinking whenever he was ready to jump into a fight. That would have saved the older man so much trouble. But no. The only time he had decided to make use of his brain was when he had begun to question his own sexuality. 

"What's the point in contemplating the merits of it if you never even intended to settle down?" Kamui pursed his lips at Abuto's inquiry. He was right. Woman or not, the young amanto had never planned to find himself a partner to begin with. So really, where was the point in racking his brain for answers? Answers that he did not have. That nobody had. It would just be time consuming.

Precious time that he could have opted to use for something more productive. Like pursuing a certain very annoying human. Which Kamui at that moment had decided to do. Although, there was still a small part of him that feared for rejection. After all, the way you had just stopped interacting with him, made him feel like an old toy that you had simply grown bored of. 

But whether that was really the case or not, the yato had decided that he would simply work for your affection. Because it was no secret that Kamui was a true predator. And once something has caught the attention of the predator’s blue eye, he will go to any lengths to obtain it. 

A startled sound escaped your throat as your owlish gaze met a pair of beautiful ocean blue eyes which belonged to the culprit that had caused the sudden loud bang. The door that he had just forcefully kicked open was now lying on the other side of the room, with a permanent imprint of his boot. Great. That was probably going to hit on your salary. 

"Ever heard of knocking, dear commander? Or were you that eager to see me shirtless?" You felt the corner of your lips tug upward at the unimpressed look the eighteen year old had sent you. Perhaps you had underestimated his self control. However, you were also pretty sure that Abuto must have had some influence on this as well.

“You've grown on me too much to think you could just leave without any forewarnings.” You didn't say anything. Only tilted your head to the side in an innocent manner. However, Kamui knew better than to take your gesture seriously. 

Kamui roughly pushed you onto the white mattress before climbing on top of you. The knowing glint in your [e/c] eyes accompanied by that cheshire grin only irking him further. Eyes fixated on your handsome face, the vermillion haired amanto wanted nothing more than to slice that kissable throat of yours. 

His predatory eyes were roaming the upper part of your body. Had the previous incident not happened, the amanto would have been surprised by the amount of muscles that were present before his blue orbs. What did surprise him, however, was the amount of scars littering your [s/c] skin. 

His gaze falls on one peculiarly large and ugly scar located at the lower part of your abdomen. Pursing his lips, he can't help but feel a tinge of curiosity spark within his core. Wondering what exactly must have happened as well as how you had got it. No matter how annoying it was to admit it. He wanted to know more about you. You were just that alluring. 

You could feel his free hand trace the ugly part of your skin surprisingly tentatively. The unspoken question lying heavy in the air. His face was merely inches from yours as his carnivorous eyes watched you with an underlying emotion that you could not pinpoint. The intensity of these unknown feelings were however strong enough to force a shudder to run down your bare spine. 

That gorgeous smirk that was ever so present did nothing to calm the erratic beating of your heart. And f*ck. He knew what he was doing. Knew of the effects that his actions had on your body. You were sure of that. Because the second those thoughts entered your mind, the knee that was located between your legs began to slowly tease your lower region. 

"Did you really think you could play those sick mind games with me and remain unpunished?" You shivered as his hot breath fanned across the oversensitive skin on your neck. His words were doing wonders to you as you found yourself melting at how his voice had suddenly gone a few octaves deeper. The death grip on your wrists only fuelling your growing excitement. 

Kamui was leaving small butterfly kisses as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. The action, leaving tingling sensations on your loved parts in the process. You bit down an upcoming moan as you felt his teeth sink into your exposed neck, sucking on that particular spot as your [s/c] skin turned into a lovely shade of purple. Clearly he knew what he was doing. 

“It was…Hah…It was worth a try.” Came the breathless reply as you felt his free hand caress the exposed parts of your body. A shiver running down your spine at the way he was looking at you, admiring the love marks that were now littering your [s/c] skin.

And it was indeed worth it. Because had you known that all it took to gain the bloodthirsty amanto’s attention was a few insults, you would've done it ages ago. Minus the broken door.

It was still worth the trouble, however. Kamui was obviously more valuable than some cheap, metal garbage. Though, that did not mean that you would give yourself to him on a silver platter. If he wanted to have you, he’d have to work for it. What’s the fun in getting a taste of the long awaited dessert if there was no struggle to obtain it?

"Ah, ah, ah... Not so fast, tiger~" You'll make sure to prolong his torture, though it would be even better if he were to join in on the fun. To keep dancing around the edges just to see who'll be the first to break. Reaching the point when separation will be too painful to keep the charade ongoing.

Kamui, on the other hand, released a frustrated groan as you managed to slip away from his grip. Yet again. Left eye twitching every now and then as you stretched yourself right in-front of his annoyed, yet prying, eyes. He huffed at your obvious teasing, but did not make any further attempts, giving you the space he assumed you needed.

Finally facing him, you couldn't help but internally coo at the childlike pout that he was currently displaying. Having a hard time believing that this face belonged to one of the most dangerous yatos out there.

"Say, [Name]. How did you get that scar?" The male questioned, tilting his head in an innocent manner that displayed nothing but childlike curiosity. You arched an eyebrow briefly, silently requesting for him to elaborate. The yato simply jerked his chin upwards, gesturing at the large scar that had caught his attention ever since he had barged into your room not long ago.

Humming as if deep in thought, you silently reminisced about your past. Granted, you weren't one to waste your time sulking about the "unfairness" of the world. Life was unfair and you were more than aware of that.

You knew just how much your “precious” childhood had f*cked with your brain. Although, there were times when you couldn’t help but wonder if you already had been like this long before things turned out the way they did. If the reactions your fellow orphans had during one of your many breakdowns were anything to go by.

“How do you think I got it?” Kamui could easily detect the teasing glint in your eyes as you let him trace his fingers delicately across the more sensitive area. Though, if one were to pay closer attention a hint of surprise would be spotted within your [e/c] eyes. Which the young amanto did, and it didn’t confuse him.

Kamui had obviously enough self awareness to know that it was hard picturing him treating another living being with any form of caution or gentleness. It was something completely unimaginable. Scratch that. It was unfathomable.

"I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking." Although Kamui was smiling, you could still sense the slight annoyance seeping out. For being such an impatient guy, you were quite impressed over how well he managed to hold himself back from actually killing you at this point.

Then again, it's not like killing was something he pursued anymore. At least not when it came to you. Which you still doubted would last in the long run. If anything, you're pretty damn sure that no matter how interested he is at the moment, one day Kamui will eventually snap. Not that you care. You'd gladly take anything the male has to offer. No matter how weird, and even masochistic, that may sound.

"I did it." The evident confusion etched on his face was so endearing you couldn't help but snicker at him in amusement. It truly amazed you how a literal manslaughterer could look so much more innocent than those people who practically fainted at the sight of blood.

“I was the one who inflicted it.”

If there was one thing Kamui had learned through his travels, it was that humans were not to be taken lightly. Despite their seemingly fragile nature, there was just something about this species that made them stand out. Although he still failed to pinpoint what exactly made them so different. They were not abnormally strong, nor did they have an excessively high intellect. Yet there was this something that kept them separated from the majority.

The vermilion haired amanto had long ago realized that samurais were strong individuals, capable to stand on par with rather strong opponents for very long vasts of time. That was it however. It was only after Kamui had met you as he began to realize that not only samurais stood out among the earthlings. After all, you had particularly no affiliation to these warriors.  

“I guess I’ll just have to accept your advances, don’t I?” Kamui could feel his left eyebrow twitch at the confused look that you were giving him. Obviously, he was aware of how insincere the currently portrayed expression you were carrying really was.

“Oh? Dear commander, there must have been some kind of misunderstanding I presume, since not even once had I attempted to actually ‘pursue’ you.” The shit-eating grin that you were sporting caused the amanto pout as he sent you an unamused glare. Huffing, the male simply walked up to you, wanting to see what it was that you’ve been occupied by so far. It had already been a day since your last confrontation.

One day and not even once had you taken the initiative to approach him, which made him later on realize that you were probably just playing around with him once again. A part of him kept on wondering just how bored you must’ve been to choose him as your plaything out literally anyone else on the ship.

“So you’re just not interested?” By now there was nothing left of the expression that practically screamed “tantrum throwing child” and only plain curiosity, albeit still with some childish wonder. Or maybe even confusion, which you could not help but find adorable.

You always knew that Kamui lacked some certain knowledge when it came to feelings such as love and romance in general. However, it still kinda surprised you at times, since you were aware that the 18 year old was not stupid. Just uninterested in such topics. Maybe even found them useless to a certain degree.

Smirking in his direction, you spoke. “If you want to have me, then you’ll have to work for it.”

Kamui grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards him. You stumbled and fell against his chest, feeling his hot breath on your neck. For a moment, neither of you moved or spoke, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.

Finally, Kamui spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "You're playing with fire, [Name]. You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

You could feel his muscles tense as he spoke, his grip on your wrist tightening just enough to be uncomfortable. But you refused to back down. Instead, you turned to face him, your gaze meeting his.

"I know exactly what I'm doing, Kamui. I'm not a child, and I'm not naive. I know you're dangerous, and I know you could hurt me if you wanted to. But I also know that you won't."

Kamui's eyes narrowed, and you could see the anger in them. But it was mixed with something else now, something you couldn't quite identify. "You're making a mistake, [Name]. You don't understand who I am or what I'm capable of."

You smirked, leaning in closer to him. "I understand perfectly well. You're a scared little boy who's never learned how to love. And you're so desperate for someone to see you, to understand you, that you'll lash out at anyone who tries to get close."

For a moment, Kamui was silent, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find some flaw in your argument. But then he laughed, a bitter sound that made your heart ache.

"You think you know me so well, don't you? You think you have me all figured out."

You shrugged, not willing to back down. "I know what I see, Kamui. And what I see is a boy who's hurting. Who's been hurt so badly that he doesn't know how to let anyone in. But I'm not going to give up on you, Kamui. I'm going to keep pushing, keep prodding, until you finally let me in."

Kamui's grip on your wrist loosened, and you pulled away from him, a small smile on your face. "You wanted to know about my scar, right?” The amanto furrowed his eyebrows, but decided to let you continue.

You smiled at that, finding this newfound obedience very amusing. “The foster care system has always been pure and utter shit. Well.. At least the one where I had been forced to spend my entire childhood at.” Kamui tilted his head, while giving you a curious look.

“You think only members of the Yato clan have issues?” There was a brief pause that followed your question and when you realized that Kamui wasn’t planning on saying anything, you continued.

“Sometimes the best defense could be self harming. Not because you hate yourself, but because those bastards will find no interest in you afterwards.” Had anyone else been listening to your monologue, concern would perhaps have been the most probable reaction you’d gain. Kamui, on the other hand, did nothing but watch you, eyes glinting with a hint of intrigue.

“So you scared them off by acting like a maniac.” He summarized with a deadpan expression. Perhaps that wasn’t the conclusion that most would have made based on what you told him. But the vermillion haired amanto had to a certain degree grown accustomed to your ways of thinking.

You were by no means an open book. However, the 7th division commander did still manage to find a specific pattern that you went by. This was simply the way your brain worked.

Kamui's eyes followed your every move, trying to decipher your motives. You had played with him before, but he couldn't deny that the thrill of the chase was addictive. He had never met someone who challenged him like you did, and for some reason, he found himself wanting more.

"You know, Kamui, I don't think you're ready for the game I have in mind," you teased, a sly smile on your lips.

Kamui's eyes glinted dangerously. "Try me," he challenged.

You leaned in, your lips dangerously close to his ear. "If you want me, you'll have to show me what you're made of," you whispered, your breath hot against his skin.

Kamui's grip on your wrist tightened again, but this time it was different. It was almost... possessive. "I'll make you mine by the end of this sick game you've created," he growled.

You chuckled, unfazed. "You're going to have to work for it, Kamui. I'm not going to make it easy for you."

Kamui leaned in closer, his smirk widening. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he murmured.

As he pulled away, you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. This game was dangerous, but you were willing to take the risk. "As long as you make it entertaining, I'm in," you said, a challenging glint in your eye.

Kamui's eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, there was silence between you. Then, with a low chuckle, he spoke. "Game on."

[kuromitos]

A Man's job is hard to do when you're pretending to be one

Summary:After tragedy strikes her life,Kurumi Minami takes it upon her to improve herself by getting stronger, she does it by joining the shinsengumi. Only problem? She have to pretend to be a man.

Pairings: Gintoki Sakata x OC,  Toshirou Hijikata x OC

W.C: 4k

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Chapter 6:Never overspends a gorilla's money

"So what's this big surprise you have for me?" We just got back from the shopping center, Otae was taking her shoes off at the door when she asked me. I smiled at her as a quick response before giving her a verbal one.  "These are the big surprises but I want to show them to both you and Shinpachi." I put my bags in the main room and went towards the door. "If you're going to look for Shin-chan, he's not here now. He's at odd jobs around this time." Otae came from the kitchen after putting up the groceries she bought and sat down at the table. "Oh Yeah? Then we have to wait for that surprise. We don't have to be bored while doing it though,I got some other things from today that I can't wait to show you." As much as I was excited to show off my new uniform,  I'm kinda more excited to show off my new stuff. I just know she'll love them as much as I do.

 "Oh my~ you must of had a good shopping trip,Kurumi-chan." I go to sit at the table with my bags and start digging through the bags.  Picking which one to show off first. "You bet I did! Just look at this stuff I found!" I finally found the perfect thing to show off first. This adorable stuffed pig I found. 

"Ain't he just the cutest? Imma name him chopper. Looks like a chopper. I also got these cute hair clips shaped like stars! They were only 500 yen! Can you believe it!? So cheap! Found these bath sponges that look like bears; I couldn't resist buying them, I just had to." I kept rambling on about my new stuff that I didn't realize there's was a murderous intent. Actually, I did realize it. I just didn't notice till my head was being crushed under Otae's foot. 

"WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS CRAP?!? WHERE'S THE STUFF YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET?? I TOOK TO THE CENTRE TO GO SHOPPING FOR CLOTHES, NOT USELESS SHIT YOU DON'T NEED!" "Wait! I can technically use this stuff for some-" "NO YOU CAN'T IDIOT!'' Her foot got heavier on my head as she stomped harder. "BESIDES,YOU PRETENDING TO BE A MAN,REMEMBER? WHY DID YOU GET NOTHING BUT WOMEN STUFF?!?" There's my opening. "Actually I did buy some kimonos on sale. I bought three of them-"  "YOU NEED MORE THAN THREE IF YOU PLAN ON LIVING HERE!" "Anuene! Minami-san! I'm back home. I brought Kagura with me too...I'll come back later." "SHINPACHI HELP ME!"

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"*hiss* That stings Kagura! Be gentle,please." Who would've known that someone's foot could leave that deep of a wound on your head? Well,it is Otae. I should have known. "You need to stay still, Minami-san. The heel print is pretty deep so it's going to hurt." "Trust me,Shinpachi-kun. I know. What I don't understand is why your sister got mad at me? I did what you wanted me to do." 

I turn my head to look at Otae and see her still have that irritated look on her face. I tried to pry my defense some more but my head was forcefully turned back to stare straight ahead by Kagura who was muttering under her breath  telling me to stay still. "I told you to buy clothes and stuff you need, not random crap that you thought was cute. What do you need a stuffed pig for?" "....emotional support."  I hear Shinpachi begging for his sister to calm down and Kagura holding me head close to her for protection so it's safe to say that my answer made Otae's mood worse than before. 

After feeling a few pats on the head,"All done" Kagura finishes patching my head. I mutter a quick thanks to her as I feel my head. This is the second time she had to fix me up. Hope I don't make a habit of it. I turn around to talk to Otae only to see both her and Shinpachi dumping my new stuff on the ground. 

"Hey hey! What are you guys doing?" "Seeing what needs to be taken back." Otae said while glaring at the stuff on the floor, "That pig is the first to go." '' Leave choppers out of these!" I try to grab him but Otae won't let up by holding my hands. She is going to leave a mark if doesn't let go. 

"Anuene, give her some credit. I'm sure she didn't just buy random stuff today." Shinpachi told her as he rummaged through the bags. Yes! Shinpachi on my side. Help me out here. The first thing he picks up is … a two piece violet pajama set. Not off to a good start. 

"Let's see what else in here" pulls out a peach scented body wash in a teddy bear shaped bottle with a matching shampoo and conditioner set. I pressed my lips in a tight line out of embarrassment as my defense wasn't doing so great and my items aren't helping in the slightest and I'm still trying to get out of Otae's Death Grip. 

"There's got to be something in here that isn't feminine-" last item he pulls out is a yellow bra and panties that he throws right back in. "You think the store is still open at this hour,Anuene?" "Noooooooo!!"

I finally broke out of the gorilla grip that Otae had on my arms and grabbed my stuff back from Shinpachi. The moment I had them in my hands, I went as far away from them as I could in this room. "You can't just return my stuff like that!" "Yes we can. We just need the receipt." "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!" 

Clutching the bag close to my chest while Shinpachi gets near me. "I get that I bought some stuff I didn't need and I'm sorry. I just got too excited and went overboard, but this stuff in this bag is useful and can be helpful to me. so don't make me take it back!" During my whole rant I was dodging Shinpachi hands trying to grab the bag. "I understand that Minami-san but you were supposed to buy yourself some clothes," he almost got me but sidestep him and ran toward the other corner of the room. "And I did buy clothes!" "Only two! You need more than that for a wardrobe!" "Say the boy who's been wearing the same striped kimono since I met him!" "Hey! I have other clothes in my closet!" Ducked under his arm, stretched out towards me and ran toward the entry to the outside. "We just need to return the feminine stuff and replace it with male stuff. It's to help you blend in as a man." I turned towards him to reply back with retort but I didn't say anything back because someone grabbed my foot, causing me to fall on my face and drop the bag.

 Ow… that hurts. I looked up and turned my head to see the culprit. Kagura was staring at me with those big blue eyes of hers. That cute face of hers is pissing me off. I turn back to see otae grab my bag again and say "I'll be taking this with me. You sure are stubborn and over the dumbest of things." I finally sit up and rub my nose from how sore it is. "Not my best traits but it's too late to change it." Otae put the pajamas I bought and the underwear on the table and went towards the door. "Where you going, Anuene?" Shinpachi asked her. She smiled at him and replied "I'm going to get our money back from this crap. You can keep those clothes since they're just stuff to wear here but everything else is going back. I'll be back soon." And leave the house. 

I feel both Shin and Kagura looking at me and I couldn't help but to pout out of frustration. I really did want that stuff. "You shouldn't act like that." Shinpachi said as he sat down at the table with both me and Kagura, "at least she let you keep these pajamas and that stuff pig.'' He's right but I'm not saying that. "She didn't have to get that upset about it. I didn't even get to show my surprise." "What surprise?" They both said to me, Which I smiled as a response. "Let me show you guys." I ran out with the bag Matsudaira gave me and headed towards my room to change into the uniform. I waited in the hallway for suspense and popped up in the doorway. "Surprise! I just got it today! What do you guys think?" "Wow! I was right. You are pretty scrawny for a guy. Almost think you're a chick.'' A new voice spoke out and it belonged to Gintoki?!? "What are you doing here? How did you even get in here?" Gintoki just digs his finger in his ear, not even listening to me but Shinpachi answers for him "I let him in, Aiyama-san." I relaxed a little because he used my fake name but was still on edge with Gintoki's comment about my body. This uniform is kinda tight on me, shows my curves too much. "Alright. This is your house, Shinpachi-kun. Good thing he's here though." I put my hands on my hips to show off my uniform more. "He can see how I'm officially a shinsengumi officer! Got the uniform today and I'm meeting the squad tomorrow!" I explained with a smirk on my face. "That's great Kento! I knew you could do it!" Kagura cheers for me with Shinpachi smiling along. I turned towards Gintoki for his reaction, expecting him to be shocked or surprised but he still had that dead fish eye look. Piss me off just seeing it. "How exactly did you manage that huh? Pretty impressive for someone asking for help to get their attention." Like I'll tell him anything. I'll make it vague and mysterious just to mess with him. "He saved some higher ups daughter from a car crash. He asked for a position  in the ranks as a reward." Kagura told him in which he replied with a smirk "Oh yeah? Looks like dumb luck strikes again" with a annoying laugh to boot. I really want to punch his guy right now. 

But while I was planning a murder in my head, Shinpachi said something that actually made me think. " Wait a minute, didn't you say that you were still learning how to use a sword? What if they want to test your skills tomorrow to see if you can actually join?" 

…Huh? A test? Why didn't I think of that? If that actually happened I'd be screwed to hell and back! "You're being dramatic, Aiyama-san." 

I know some sword skills from Master but I don't think that's enough to impress the shinsengumi. I need to ask someone but who? "Aiyama-san, you really need to fix your talking aloud habit. We heard all of that." "He's really pathetic,huh Kagura?" "Yeah…" 

*sigh* I hate to hear it but it's true. Shinpachi put his hand on my shoulder and smiled at me "You don't have to worry too much. We can help you with that." Hearing that at first may make me happy but then I realize who was supposed to be helping me.

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"This is our family dojo. Before he died, my father was teaching swordsmanship here and I was one of his students. So I thought it would be a good idea to help you freshen up your sword skills before tomorrow while maybe teaching you some new stuff in the process. How does that sound?" "That sounds great, Shinpachi-kun! I can't be happier with your help. But…" I turned my head to look behind to see Gintoki and Kagura sitting down on the dojo floor, watching us both "Shouldn't he be helping too and not just dig for gold in that cave he calls a nose?" Said person didn't react much besides flick his boogers somewhere and just stared back at me with an annoyed look. "Did you have memory loss since we last talked? I said it back then and I'll say it again, I want nothing to do with this and you got your teacher right there. I'll just be here for support." Code word for 'I'll just nap while the others do the work'. Lazy bastard but I'm not going to let him bother me now, I need to focus on training. I grab a wooden sword and get into a fight stance. "I'm ready when you are, Shinpachi." He did the same thing as me and started to attack. 

It started with a swing from the front and a block on my end then some hits from me which he blocked as well. Like I said, I wasn't a newbie when it came to swordsmanship. So this fight isn't that difficult, I would say I'm about on par with Shinpachi. Not by much but I still can keep up with him. I remember the words my Master told me when I first started. 'It's about speed and strength. If you can handle those two things, you can handle yourself in combat'. Me and Shinpachi are around the same height and built, so strength isn't an issue. Speed is my ace in the hole here. I start to see an opening near his chest so I go for the strike until I feel a hard hit on my head that stops my whole body. Directly on my wound from earlier too.

"Oww! What the hell!?" I clutch my head and turn to see Gintoki with a sword in hand. He hit me? What for? "What happened to being here for support? That means not doing anything and being quiet! You just had to hit me on my head! That really hurts,  you know!" I shouted at him, tears brimming in my eyes from the pain. "You were getting too cocky there. You left yourself open for attack from behind. If this was an actual fight, you would be dead" He scolded me even though I knew it was bullshit. "Yeah maybe if I had eyes on the back of my head. You did a complete surprise attack on me. I didn't even know you were there. That's not fair." "You think a joui rebel is going to be fair when you fight them?" This guy! So annoying and frustrating! But he kinda has a point. 

"Don't mind him, Aiyama-san. We can see your swords skills are doing good from that fight. But your defense isn't the best. Let's work on that for awhile.'' My eyes went wide hearing that. My defense? But I thought it was decent. I can't really argue with him on it. Best to just go with it. I nodded my head as I got back in my spot from early except in a defensive stance. I turned my head backwards to check on Gintoki, to make sure he doesn't pull the funny business again. Still sitting there next to Kagura and it better stay that way. Turn back and get in the stance again shouting 'Ready!' to signal Shinpachi to start. 

Hit after hit I make sure to block them from each direction they are coming from. With only minor slips, I've been doing good so far until some interference popped up. 'Hey? Is that a bug?' 'Ew! Where? Where is it?' *wham* got whacked in the side of my head because of a fake bug warning. "Aiyama-san! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you so hard. You okay?" Shinpachi asked with concern that was replaced with annoyance towards the 'interference' 

"Why you did that, Gin-san? What for?" Gintoki didn't flinch with all eyes on him and simply leaned on the wall with his arms crossed, "I thought I saw something but it was a false alarm, that's all. But Kentaro, you can't  be that distracted. How embarrassing it would be if you got killed over a little bug." That arrogant smirk on his face makes me wish this was a real sword so I can show him how distracted I actually am in a fight. This guy has been nothing but shitty and unhelpful since I met him and it's getting old,pretty fast. He never hides the fact that he doesn't like me or my ideas, so the question is what the hell is he still doing and what his damn problem? 

Before I could ask him though,  Kagura stands up and gets in front of him with a pretty pissed off look. "Why are you so mean to Kento,Gin-chan?" Shinpachi and I were shocked hearing her stand up for me, considering how long I knew her it was surprising. "You misunderstand, Kagura-chan. I'm not being mean to him. It is just blunt criticism. I'm just looking out for him. " Oh that's utter bullshit. He can convince Kagura with that lie but not me. He's not looking out for me, he's the main enemy! 

I marched up to him and stabbed my finger in his chest which kinda hurts since it was hard. "You call that blunt criticism!? Whacked in the head like a damn piñata? Distracting me? Been a jackass to me since we met?! If that's your definition,  then I don't want to know what you call abuse!" Based on his face, I can tell my country hick accent is coming out, always does when I'm seriously pissed,  but hearing what comes out of his mouth just set me off even more "if you got a problem with that, you not going to like what I'm thinking about that stupid accent." This guy! I grabbed his collar and balled it in my fist

"Just what the hell is your problem,huh? I'm sick and tired of this shitty treatment you've been dishing out at me! All I did was ask for your help with this! I've even stopped you guys when you obviously lied to me about the shinsengumi!" Supposedly since it was Kagura that told me that.

"Yet here you are trying to messing with me and for what? What's your deal? Why won't you actually help me instead of being an ass to me?! Help me!" I shouted at him with all the anger I had inside of me. But in reply to it, I get his uninterested blank expression and a sentence that left me speechless, "why would I help a idiot go straight to his death?"

Huh?

Gintoki grabbed my wrist tightly to the point I winced,making me let go of his shirt and pushed me off of him. "I've seen enough of this little training arc to understand that you never actually fought anyone before. You can't take pain, barely can handle this, and you expect me to help get in with them? Do you actually understand what you are trying to get yourself into?" He turned his back to me, heading towards the door slowly. "Those guys have to go out and fight thugs,terrorists and generally morons that might be their last moments. They do that everyday and have been doing that since they got here and you want to join them to get stronger? You're wasting your time and your life joining them when there's other way you can fulfill this dream of yours. I'd rather help you find that than sending you to your death." 

Gintoki….

Silence was overwhelming in this dojo, hearing Gintoki's words. Those words that echo throughout the empty dojo. Hearing those words from him made the two kids look at him with sympathetic and understanding eyes. Saying that they finally understand their boss's behavior throughout these few days. While I have so many emotions going through me right now. The man who has been rude and horrible to me since I got here by discouraging me and making fun of me, was trying to look out for me

What a ….

I stand up slowly and grab the practice sword beside me 

What a ….

Lift it up above me head and ran

A piece of shit!!

Straight towards that bastard's head and hit and hit him as hard as I can, sending that cotton ball flying out into the garden. 

"YOU THINK I DON'T ALREADY KNOW ALL THAT STUFF ABOUT MYSELF!? IF YOU ACTUALLY TRIED HELPING ME OUT,  YOU WOULD KNOW I'VE SOME SKILLS AND TRY TO HANDLE CRAP FASTER THAN YOU CAN DISH IT OUT! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING FROM SOME BUM WHO WON'T DO SHIT! I GOT SOME TRAINING TO DO!"

I slammed the door and turned around to see Shinpachi and Kagura staring at me with wide eyes and everything. "You heard me, didn't ya?! Let's finish this training and actually get some stuff done with no distraction! Kagura! Let's do pain endurance training! Give me all you got!" I commands and with a salute and a smile she said 'yes ma'am' while Shinpachi went 'wait! Not a good idea!'

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The sun was setting in the sky, giving it a beautiful golden orange color, by the time Otae made it home from the shopping center. Kurumi surprisingly went to a lot of stores in a short amount of time, and it took her a whole afternoon to return everything. "Shin-chan! Kurumi-chan! I'm home!" Nothing but silence in return to her call. Walks into the living room and sees nobody there but does find a shopping bag. Otae thought she took everything back today. What's this? 

Her curiosity got the best of her because she knelt down to look inside the bag. She finds a shinsengumi officer uniform inside, 'This must have been the big surprise she was talking about ' She thought to herself while finding other things like tank tops and medical tape. She smiled and put everything back. 

Then she remembered what Shinpachi told her that morning, something about training. So she heads towards the dojo expecting to hear fighting and swords clashing but instead hear nothing and see Gintoki standing outside of the dojo. "Gin-san? What are you doing out here?" "I've been kicked out for being a distraction. I was only trying to help." "Knowing you and him, your advice wasn't much help and made things tough." Otae said about to open the sliding door to the dojo but She stopped due to Gintoki having a question. 

"Otae. Why did you pick up that stray?" "Because when I saw him, I knew he was too dumb to be left alone. I needed to help him." "You should have left him out there. That bumpkin doesn't know how to take care of himself. Maybe he would have learned some common sense. Thinking people are going to help just because you ask nicely? What a childish way of logic." Gintoki says in a annoyed tone with his arms crossed and eyes close. "That's true but it's part of his charm." Otae replied with a close eye smile. 

"Having charm isn't going to help with him being an officer." Looking at her smile, Gintoki couldn't help but to ask another question. 

"Why are you helping him anyway? I know he is getting on your nerves with that charm of his' ' Otae was a bit hesitant to answer because there was some truth to his statement but she still answered. "He's a clumsy, simple minded,irresponsible, stupidly stubborn person with a ridiculous amount of pride andstays in his own head for too long." Paused for a moment, remembering everything up to this point in time. Smiling due to those moments. "But when they explained everything to me, why he was so desperate to do this, I could see a determined  man who was willing to fight for his goals," thinking back on when she caught a glance at Kurumi's training in the park, "even when there's obstacles, he keep going and think that enough to help him be a great officer. " She opens the sliding door to the dojo and giggles seeing what's inside, which catches Gintoki's attention enough to look in too. "Besides, he's not too bad of a guy. You just need time to get used to him." "Well, I'm not sure if he has time" Gintoki replied with his usual deadpan face, looking at Kento sleeping on the floor,Kagura laying on his arm and Shinpachi on his stomach.

Tagging: @toi-yama @chil2de @strawberrymilkie

[lilac-5ky]

Heyyyy😏 can you write something for Gintoki where you get in an argument with him (cause he’s a jerk) and then he says something so back handed to you (cause he’s a jerk) and you just walk of and like cry or sumn cause it hurt so much and he just tries to apologize and it gets a little emotional idk I just need something that’ll hurt me a little bit 😔😣

A/N: Hi! I feel like Gintoki is more likely to apologize through his action than his words, and so his apology is mostly done than said :p Not sure if this is super angsty, but I hope it's good enough!

Plot: Gin being a piece of shit who never cleans and upsets poor innocent reader with his attitude.

Warning: Gets a bit suggestive with language and some minor angst ig?

Arguing with Gintoki (x Fem!Reader)

(just look at him being disgusting and cute.)

There are many reasons for one to pick a fight with Gintoki. Be it Otose arguing with him over rent delays, or Kagura and Shinpachi demanding their pay, there’s always someone at odds with the Odd Jobs’ boss.

However, when it came down to you, perhaps you had an easier time letting things slip. You’d stayed around long enough to get acclimated to all those wacky situations Gintoki involved himself in, as well as his hectic and lazy persona.

At this point, you’d earned yourself the nickname “saint” from his peers, considering how you seemed to be the only one with enough patience to put up with him. But even a saint’s patience has its limits.

When you walked into Yorouzya on a day like any other, finding an absolute war-zone where his couch once stood, not even that Buddha’s patience of yours was enough to shield your faint heart.

No way in hell would you willingly pick up his dirty underwear off the fan, or clean after the millions of empty takeout boxes residing under the kotatsu (just how much food can a person consume overnight?!), while Gintoki remained idly picking on his nose like a primadonna. This had to end.

“Gin,” you asked in a near pleading tone that went unnoticed.

“Gin?” Your second attempt was too ignored, his attention monopolized by the weather girl inside the little black screen.

Frustrated beyond compare, you threw about the first object your hands could find onto his head, leaving him with no other choice but to face you. The noodle box ended up landing like a party hat, with a string of curry dropping down his forehead. He sported a somewhat disturbed look, though that wasn’t enough to prevent him from turning back to the tv the second the noodle box fell to the floor.

“Gin!” Unable to contain your temper, you jumped to block his view.

“Huh? Y/N?” Gintoki queried as if he wasn’t even aware of your presence in prior, something that only added fuel to the fire. “What are you doing here?”

“Not cleaning your mess, that’s for sure. What’s this?” You paused to point at the underwear and then his leftovers. “And this? Who’s going to clean all this?”

“Quit nagging, it’s not even 12.” He yawned, stretching his limbs across the couch. “Kagura will probably feed them to Sadaharu, or Tama will pass by later. Just leave them be.”

You couldn’t believe in your eyes, or rather your ears. How could someone this irresponsible be running a business, when this was the kind of reception he had in store for any poor soul that dared walk in? It wasn’t as if Yorozuya was ever the pantheon of work ethics to begin with, but this was too much even for him. Feeding the trash to the dog, just what was he thinking?

“Are you for real? Why would…? Who would… ?” One unfinished sentence followed the other while you struggled to find the right words. “Nevermind. It’s no wonder no one sets foot in here nowadays. Only an idiot would choose another hare-brained idiot to handle their job for them.” You spat bitterly.

“Then I guess that makes you into an even greater idiot, Y/N. Or else you wouldn’t be showing at my doorstep to bitch about something this trivial, especially when it’s none of your concern.” He followed in the same tone, bringing the already heavy atmosphere even further down.

“It’s none of my concern whether my boyfriend’s house reeks like a dumpster? Or whether it gets infested with cockroaches? Then whose is it?” You crossed your arms over your chest. “You know, since I too spend the night here from time to time, I would appreciate if the smell of soured ramen didn’t have to compete with that of your underwear.”

Gintoki sighed in response, lazily combing through his disheveled hair with one hand. You’d always been fond of that scruffy appearance of his, but right now, all it did was add more fuel to the fire, providing you with yet another reason to stay mad at his disposition.

“And do something about your appearance already! It looks as if a crow nested in there!”

“Oi, Y/N. Is it that day of the month? I don’t remember you being such an overbearing control freak.”

“I don’t remember you being such a bum.” You argued back.

“If I’m such a bum then why do you insist on coming here?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.”

The lack of sound succeeding your heated exchange was perhaps even more disturbing than the argument itself. You got so caught up in talking back to him, that before you knew it, such regrettable words came pouring out your mouth.

“What are you standing here for?” Gintoki asked, his otherwise dead fish eyes now beaming with resentment. “The door is right there. Leave.”

Was this really… it? Was he about to forsake everything the two of you had come to be over a silly argument?

With your questions unanswered and your steps heavier than before, you paced outside Yorozuya. This definitely wasn’t the kind of time you’d hoped to spend over at his place. Part of you expected to hear his voice a final time, to receive the affirmation that this was nothing but a silly lover’s quarrel, though silence came to be your sole companion. Silence, and whatever this gut wrenching emotion was.

Little by little, you felt the oxygen within your lungs igniting you whole, slowly burning at your fuse until you couldn’t go on anymore. Crouched near the ground, all you could do was bawl right outside Otose’s bar, meekly hoping that no one was around to notice your muffled cries.

Was it frustration or was it hurt? You couldn’t tell. The only thing you knew was that this was the first time you’d ever felt such uncertainty. Shoes of different color stopped before you, each pair belonging to yet another passerby who felt entitled to shoot his look of pity your way, but not entitled enough to pry any further, to approach any closer.

It was your fault. If only you’d kept your mouth shut, then nothing would have happened. Gintoki wouldn’t get annoyed, he wouldn’t raise his voice, he wouldn’t dare say such horrible things, and he…you…

No. It was his fault for being this messy and unjust. Even if you were a bit too harsh, you acted out of genuine concern. You had no intention to watch as he festered within the four rusty walls of his house. Gintoki had always been the kind to take care of everyone, but when it came down to his own self, he seldom bothered to lift a finger.

What others attributed as mere laziness, you knew better. It was almost as if by wallowing in such unspoken misery, he was atoning for something. As if he was repenting for past sins only he knew of. Either way, his disregard for his own well-being showed in every single aspect of his lifestyle. From the sorry state of his house, to his own unkempt appearance.

You remembered of the first time you met Gin. You recalled thinking how despite his exterior, he bore resemblance to a mirror. A blurred, borderline shattered glass, be it one that let you see an image of yourself clearer than any you’d seen before. The good with the bad, the beauty and the ugliness, the flaws and the imperfections. Everything that made you into who you were was right there, delving in those maroon eyes of his.

Perhaps Gintoki was never meant to shine on his own. Perhaps his strength lied in making others shine brightest, in reflecting not the image you longed to see, but the one closest to reality.

You liked yourself when you were with him. You felt certain and grounded at the same time. That should you ever lose your way, one look at him would be enough to guide you back. You liked that, but more importantly, you liked him. That silver gleam of his was what made you fall for him in the first place.

He was right. You were overbearing and overzealous and butted in his business without thinking twice, and that was precisely why you wouldn’t give up on him. No matter what it took, you’d never quit clearing his soul off the distortions haunting it. Not before making sure that the man known as Sakata Gintoki would never grow dim, that was.

And so, you wiped the tears with the back of your hand and rose to your feet. One by one, you climbed the steps to Yorozuya all the way to the top where you stood still. What would you say to him? Apologies were never your forte and neither his. Showing up to clean his apartment as if you were part of a clean-up crew didn’t seem like a great idea either, especially when one considered the nature of your argument. What if he pushed you away again? What if he demanded that you leave?

No. No, even if he did that, there was no way you’d run. It didn’t matter if he called you names, if he dragged you outside or any of these things, really. You’d made up your mind to clean after his own mess for however long he needed you to. Until he learned to do it for himself. Until he was forced to get a real look at who he really was. That self destruction bullshit of his had to end.

Before you had the chance to contemplate any longer, the door went wide open with Gintoki appearing on the other side, evidently taken aback by your sudden reappearance.

“I-” You said in unison, each stopping at the other’s interruption.

“You-“Another failed attempt.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to blurt out everything without giving him the chance to cut in a third time. Here goes nothing.

“I’m sorry for acting like an evil mother-in-law and yelling at you the way I did. You are right, I am an overbearing control freak, but I never meant to criticize you. I felt as if that was the only way to make you listen, and I honestly can’t stand to see you living life in a swap because, Gintoki, to me you are someone very important and I only want to see you thrive. Why are you so unkind towards your own self? No matter what happened in the past, you shouldn’t let it bring you down.”

You took a short pause. Perhaps giving him a lecture about past trauma would only get him to retreat further in his shell.

“My point is, I don’t intend to stop bitching at you. Whether you like it or not, I’ll keep interfering in your business, until you stop doing yourself injustice. So please, accept my earnest concern and, for the love of god, allow me to clean your house.”

Your outburst imposed a bemused expression on his face, one that was quickly replaced by a forced snort.

“What are you talking about?” Gin leaned against the frame with his index lazily poking past the shell of his ear. “I don’t recall you paying any visits whatsoever.”

“Wait- what?”

“You play weird pranks, Y/N. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Or is this a dream you are talking about?”

It was your turn to be dumbfounded. Was this a joke or was he simply going to act as if the whole incident never occurred in the first place?

“Why are you looking at me like that? Did I grow an extra set of balls on my forehead?” He asked, patting down his head.

You brushed his comment off, unsure of what to say next. The mood had completely shifted with Gin returning to his usual “charming” self, something over which you were truthfully thankful. Of course his throwing you out meant nothing. After all, this was nothing but a silly lover’s quarrel.

“No… but looks like your wish is granted.” You jested, removing a noodle that was dangling between silver strands of hair. “It’s finally straightening up.”

Gintoki frowned, looking away while you chuckled.

“If you have the time to be running your mouth, come in already.” He mumbled before scooting to the side.

Upon entering the hallway, the first thing to catch your attention was the scent. It smelled like primrose and magnolia, the sweet vanilla essence completely taking over the foul odor previously emitted by his living room. Did someone visit him while you were gone, or did he actually douse it with perfume?

As the two of you progressed to the living room, your surprise only increased, to the point of making you wonder whether you’d entered the wrong building. Rather than encounterig the same chaos you did earlier, you found a spotless table and an even more spotless couch. The noodle boxes, the plastic cutlery, even the half torn underwear; they had all disappeared.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d place your bet on a second Amanto invasion happening, but the moment you took notice in the half concealed mop lurking between the closet’s folds, there was no doubt anymore. He had cleaned. Gintoki had actually cleaned!

“Gin…” His name was cut in half by a sole sob.

“What are you crying for?” He asked, genuinely confused by your reaction.

“I can’t believe you did such a thing.” You went on, feeling truly grateful. “Everything is squeaky clean!”

Perhaps Gintoki sucked at apologies, but when it came to making things right, he never failed to impress. He always knew exactly what to do. A push was all he needed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Gintoki said as he approached you from behind. “It’s always clean around here.”

You were about to object to that, when you felt a pair of arms snaking around your waist, pulling you closer for him to press his body against yours. Instinctively, you looked up at him, the look in his eyes indicating he was up to no good.

“But if cleanliness is not what you want, I know of a way to make things dirty again.”

On second thought, a bit of disarray never hurt.

[oddaesthetin]

help y arent there any kotarou katsura fluff 😩 ive literally been trying to find hcs or drabbles abt him but i only found one or two of them 😭 im thirsty for sum myghod

[regnigt]

I just posted this Ginzura fic:

for Infinite In Mystery (@chaotically-rem) as part of the Ginzura 2023 exchange! It features Gintoki with a werewolflike syndrome that Katsura finds both troubling and alluring. The second part is for mature readers only. The fic is also available on Dreamwidth: part one: https://rainsometimes.dreamwidth.org/254330.html part two: https://rainsometimes.dreamwidth.org/254621.html Right now the fic on AO3 is unlocked, but I will probably restrict it to logged-in readers only in a week. The fic on Dreamwidth is planned to remain public, though!

[strayshinobi]

hello i’m kinda disperated right now. 

One of my favourite fanfiction has been deleted because the author deleted their account so if anyone has it saved, can i ask you to send it to me? It’s just for myself, i won’t repost it or anything.

It’s “make sure to do your homework before blackmailing someone but don't forget critical thinking too” by InfiniteInMystery