Author's note/Disclaimer: Gintama isn't mine. Have fun reading! 8D


It was raining hard, and he had no umbrella.

"How convenient," he muttered silently to himself, scoffing oh so slightly as he did so. His gazing at the sky with his dull, brown eyes only confirmed what he had already predicted; the rain probably wasn't going to stop anytime soon either. The clouds were gray and puffy, thick with water vapor and gas, and the sun could not be seen at all through them.

A glance at his wrist watch told him that he was already late for work, on top of everything. The vice-commander was going to blow his top, for after all, how many times had he been late for work that month? Well, perhaps that was the only good thing that was to come out of this; it amused him thoroughly, completely, to see that bastard angry as hell, irritated to who knows what dimension. A somewhat dark chuckle escaped his mouth as he let these thoughts entertain him whilst waiting for the rain to give way.

"Hey, you laughing by yourself over there, need an umbrella? I could share with you, even if you seem like a weirdo-aru."

He was about to throw a comeback at her, until her eyes met his. How strange. It was the first time they'd even met, yet for some reason, she seemed like the perfect girl for him, and he didn't know why. Screw that. He knew that she was the perfect girl for him.

Their walk together, with a single umbrella over both of their heads, forcing them to walk close, oh so close, to each other, seemed like a blur. It was too fast, way too fast really; perhaps they walked at a rapid speed, or maybe he just wanted to be by her side a little longer. All he knew was that by the end of it, after she had said her goodbye, and him his curt reply, he wished, wanted, yearned to know who she is, where she lives, if she would perhaps go out with him this weekend, spend a little more time with him. But well, if he just went outright and told her that he knew that she was the perfect girl for him, that they were destined to be together and he wanted to get to know her more, would she believe him? Probably not.

If these feelings, strange and to some degree, annoying feelings, hadn't been felt by himself, he wouldn't believe it either, after all. And so they parted, with him not even knowing her name, not even remembering her face, only knowing that she was his fate, his destiny.

They parted with him never knowing that she felt the same.