im starting this up because i dont want to have 500 short little fics for gintama bc i know ill write more ((im just too lazy to try to come up with that many titles)

so! ill put a chapter summary for each one, as well as pairings and any relevant warnings so you dont have to read something you dont want. im also going to put the pairing in the chapter title (as well as the prompt) so you can easily tell if you want that chapter or not.

this one has no pairing, just gintoki and kagura being themselves. enjoy!


There was frost on the window when Gintoki woke up, huddled under his covers. From the temperature he'd even guess that it had snowed – which, in all honesty, would be a major pain in the ass. Not many people wanted to hike their way through even a couple inches of the white mess, which meant fewer customers, which meant less money, which meant that Kagura would probably throw him out of the house once again on a search for food.

He got up and made breakfast, hoping to please the beast he called a girl before she realized how cold and miserable she was and decided to take it out on him. He was setting dishes on the table when her closet door opened and she rolled out – literally, bringing her blanket and futon with her, a human burrito flopping its way toward sustenance.

"You're going to ruin the futon." he scolded, foot pushing her head away as she reached a hand toward the food. "I'll pull out the kotatsu later. Put away your bed." He left to grab the last of what they needed for breakfast, and by the time he returned Kagura was shoveling rice into her mouth, blanket still tight around her shoulders but otherwise burrito-less. He grabbed his own bowl and sat across from her.

They ate in companionable quiet. Sometimes, if Gintoki was in a good mood, they'd have a conversation, or he'd turn on the news and see if today's episode was anything he should be preparing for. Today it's only Kagura's chewing that he listened to. At least, until she began to talk.

"I think it snowed last night." She said, mouth still full. He made a nondescript sound in the back of his throat, signifying barely even acknowledgment. She continued. "I think Sadaharu wants to go play in the snow today. He says he wants to find a lady dog in the park and keep her warm."

"Sadaharu is quite the player." Gintoki remarked. "Didn't he already have pups with that other dog a while back? Whatever happened to her? Where's her child support?"

"She was too clingy. Sadaharu prefers a more independent woman." Kagura paused to stuff another few bites into her mouth. "Can we go out today, Gin-chan?"

"Who wants to be out in this weather?" He asked. Just thinking how wet the bottom of his yukata would become made him shiver.

"Sadaharu does. He has fur so he isn't bothered by the cold." Sadaharu was huddled against Kagura's side, ears twitching each time they said his name.

"Ah, but Sadaharu isn't as young as he once was. He's starting to lose his fur. I'm sure he doesn't want to go out."

"No, he makes sure his fur is looking good for the ladies. Sadaharu likes looking his best."

"The ladies will all be inside, since it's cold out. He can get go hunt some other day."

"Sadaharu still wants to go out."

"I think it's Kagura-chan that wants to go out, not Sadaharu."

Kagura looked up at him pitifully. "Gin-chan, please! Can we go out? I want to see the snow."

Gintoki set his bowl down and stood up, moving toward his bedroom.

"Gin-chan?"

"Make sure you dress warmly."


Weighted down by his heaviest yukata and thickest underclothes, Gintoki and Kagura walked through the sludge outside. He held the handle of his umbrella between is arm and his side, balancing it so he could keep both hands in his pockets. Kagura jumped playfully from freezing puddle to freezing puddle, her own purple umbrella in hand but held forgotten to the side.

"You're going to get sick, splashing around like that." He told her when she nearly slipped on some ice. He wasn't worried about her hurting herself, considering she could take almost more of a beating than he could, but with her pants soaked through and snow settling on the top of her head it was more likely than not that he'd be dealing with a literal snot nosed brat soon.

"You're going to get sick, not having fun like I am." She replied, sticking out her tongue. Then she returned to what might as well have been submerging herself into a bucket of ice water and then running around wet.

Well, whatever. "I'm not taking care of you if you get sick." He warned. He could say that, but he knew that she knew that he'd be there in a second if she so much as sneezed. He couldn't help it – Kagura had grown up raising herself, and some part of him desired to shower her in all of the care and affection she'd had stolen from her.

He watched her bend down and try to scoop up a melting handful of ice. He almost thought of her as a little sister – an annoying brat of a sister, but one he loved all the same.

"Kagura," He called, gaining her attention. "Come on." He opened the door to let her inside the cafe. "Let's get hot chocolate."