X~X so this is my first fanfic ^_^ i'll do my best!

i don't own Gintama, only my OC X~X

"Mama?"

"Yes dear?"

"Why are we always fighting?"

"Because it's in our blood."

"But doesn't it hurt other people?"

"Yes, but we fight to protect our family. Anyone that tries to hurt us will suffer. That's how we've lived for generation after generation."

Honestly, I never understood that crap.

Crashing Into Fate Is a Good Thing

"Somebody stop that damn brat!"

It was late afternoon on a summer day that could have been considered peaceful. Except for the erratic driving of a young woman who was fleeing for her life on a scooter she had stolen. This is Yomi, someone who isn't known to have the best of luck. The streets weren't too crowded and most people were smart enough to get out of the way if they see a scooter at high speed barreling towards them, followed by more people including cars. She'd turn into alleyways, dodge cars on the highway, but the yakuza were still behind her. She hadn't been living Edo for that long and she already has a list of enemies.

When she did finally manage to lose them for a few moments in a box filled alleyway, Yomi leaned over the handlebars, taking steady breaths. Her pitch black hair was in an even more mess than it normally is. It was short, boyish with a thin ponytail. Her puppy dog eyes were a dark ocean blue, almost as dark as her hair. At first glance, you'd say she really is a boy, wearing rolled up men's slacks, a dark grey long sleeved shirt with a dark blue haori and uwabaki. She even wraps her chest with bandages and her whole get up is the reason she's treated poorly because every person she meets, they think she's a guy. Even the women around here are trying to hook up with her.

"And here I thought Edo was gonna be a cool place to chill," she grumbled to herself, speaking like a member of the yakuza. "This sucks big time."

"Gonna run away again, little doggy?"

Yomi whipped around, seeing some of the yakuza guys. "Oh h-hi there. Um, there's been a bit of a mistake."

"You pissed of da boss. That's no mistake."

She ducked right as a metal pipe was swung at her head and took off again. She ended up in a more dusty part of Edo with rows of old wooden houses and kimono clad people. There was panic coursing through her veins as she whizzed by several confused people. How did she get into this mess?

Well let's see. A few days ago, Yomi was enjoying a leisurely walk through a park when she noticed a couple of older kids picking on a weaker one. She smacked the big kids a few times to teach them a lesson. Little did she know, one of the older kids was the son of a yakuza boss. Now here she is, racing through town, all because she protected a little kid from getting seriously beaten up. She was just at the wrong place, at the wrong time, doing what she thought was the right thing.

She turned another corner, almost losing her balance and her knee just brushed the dirt street. She ignored the pain, keeping her speed at the highest she could, looking over her shoulder and noticing the group got a lot bigger. Now she's really in trouble. She turned back, noticing there was another person on a scooter coming her way. He didn't even bother to move or more like he didn't even notice.

"Oi! Outta the way!"

It was already too late by the time the guy noticed. Yomi tried to veer away, but the scooter wouldn't respond and ended crashing right into the other one. She was thrown off and rolled a few times, crashing into a nearby building on her back. The other guy kind of did the same thing, except went head first into a building. People slowly began tp gather as the dust settled and it went quiet. Yomi rolled over and stood, brushing the dirt from her clothes and the blood from her face before stomping over towards the other person, grabbing his collar.

"What the hell is your problem, huh?! Why didn't you get outta the way?"

He looked up at her with deadpan eyes the color of maroon. "The hell you yelling for? Owww my head hurts. Oh damn and look at what you did! You broke my scooter!"

"It was your fault, old man, for not getting outta the way!"

"Did you just call me old man?"

"Yeah 'cause your hair is white and it seems that you're deaf since you didn't move."

This time he grabbed her collar. "Leave my hair outta of this! And it's not white! At least I'm not trying to look like a school boy."

"Why you..."

Her sentence was cut short when a bullet whizzed right by her face. Both her and the silver haired guy looked towards the huge group of yakuza staring them down with guns, chains, bats, and whatever other weapon they could use. Yomi almost let out an angry sigh, getting a little annoyed by these guys and by the fact she was caught thanks to the silver hair jerk. She let him go and faced the yakuza, trying to keep her nerves calm.

"Friends of yours, kid?"

"Don't call me a kid, old man. And no they ain't. I'd never make friends with guys like these."

"Alright you damn black haired bastard! Come with us nicely and we won't cause too much trouble here."

"Yeah right." She had to think of something. Then a nice little idea popped into her head and she pointed at the guy next to her. "This asshole right here made me do it! I swear I had no idea that one of the kids was the yakuza boss's son!"

He smacked her on the head hard. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"He made me do it! I swear to you! I would never have hit the kid if I knew!"

Tha yakuza advance towards the two of them and Yomi took this chance to split before the silver haired guy could nab her. He took off to avoid being caught as she hide in another alleyway. She waited patiently until all of the yelling and gunfire fell silent and walked out. She was feeling just a little bad for the guy, but she can't afford to cause any trouble. If the police were to catch her and find out who she really is...

"You. Are. Dead."

Yomi froze hearing that deep toned voice then turned. "Y-you're alive. Wow."

"It's not 'wow' jackass! You were really trying to kill me!"

"Don't be so dramatic, old man. Those jerks been chasing me forever, man. I had to do something."

"And use me as a scapegoat?! What the hell's wrong with your head?"

"What's wrong with yours? I'm going now."

"Hold it." He grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "You owe me for breaking my scooter."

"It wasn't my fault. Most people would get the hell outta the way if they see a fricking stampede of vehicles charging towards them, they'd run!"

"Doesn't matter! There's a soap on and thanks to you I'm gonna miss it! So you're going to work for me until I say so."

He kept a firm grip on her arm and nearly dragged her with him, ignoring her rants. As much as she tried to pry herself free, but his grip was too strong. In no time, she gave up, letting him lead her to wherever. She stared at his back, studying him. He was maybe half a foot taller with broad shoulders, yet a relatively lean body. He reminded her of the samurai she read stories about, but hasn't actually seen one since she's been here. But there was also something else about him that she can't quite say what.

"You gonna tell me you're name?" she asked.

"Sakata Gintoki."

"Uh-huh. Despite the circumstances, it's nice to meet you."

"Do you have a name, kid?"

"Stop that. I'm Yomi."

He stopped suddenly, then started laughing like crazy. "You're name is Yomi?! What kind of name is that? Don't tell me you belong to a special cult of the underworld?"

Her face slightly reddened. "Don't make fun of my name! It can mean a few things like 'beautiful night' or 'night viewing' or even 'three nights'. It has nothing to do with the underworld of you people. Why do you people always say that, jeez?"

He didn't stop laughing as they kept walking, but this time he let her arm go. Some part of her want to leave, but the other part wanted to stay because this Sakata Gintoki had captured her interest. She ended following him, quite curious to know more about this guy, despite the fact she could have died because of him.

He was a lot like her and she wanted to know why.

X~X here we are at the end. if you made it this far thank you!

about Yomi's name it actually is in reference of the Japanese version of hell which explains why Gin-san would be laughing but that's not what it means here. fyi Yomi isn't her real name ^3^

also uwabaki are what school kids usually wear inside the school. so she kinda stole them i guess?

so uh ending note...thanks for reading and i do apologize if it's bad. oh reason i picked Gintama is because it has climbed to the top of my favorite anime and it needs more love.

thank you again for reading! ciao! X~X