Chapter 01: Kyuubei Wants to learn from Gintoki!?

Rating: K

Pairing: none for now, possibly GinKyuu later (Gintoki x Kyuubei)

This is my first attempt at a Gintama fic, so please let me know how it turned out. Will be an on going story, with Kyuubei bringing her earnest, serious personality to the antics of Gin-chan's Yorozuya. Hopefully it becomes a bit funny as it goes on, though I am not confident about that. Well, for those of you who give it a read, any comments are welcome.


As the doorbell for the small apartment went off, its lazy tenant slowly opened one eye. Looking lazily towards the front door, he closed his eye again, trying to get back to sleep. The bell rang again, and this time he opened both eyes, looking with irritation towards the front door. 'It's too early for this.' he thought to himself, squeezing the pillow around his head in a vain attempt to get back to sleep.

The doorbell rang again, and now he shot straight up, the closet door to his right sliding slowly open.

"Ah, what's going on Gin-chan?" a small, red haired girl spoke, attempting to rub the sleep out of her eyes, a large trail of drool dripping from her mouth.

"Probably just some peddler, selling something." the lazy looking samurai responded, before turning towards the front door again. "We don't want any, go away!" he shouted as the man lay back down in his futon. His eyes shot open in an even more intense irritation that bordered on anger as the doorbell rang yet again.

"Tch. Didn't you hear me?" he began, standing up quickly and making his way towards the front door. "We don't have any… money…" his words quickly stopped as he opened the front door. Standing for a second, he finally blinked a couple of times, considering the figure at the door.

"Hello. My name is…" the figure was cut off abruptly as Gintoki closed the front door, still blinking with his feet frozen in place.

"Who was it, Gin-chan?" the small red-haired girl asked, slowly making her way from her sleeping quarters. Peering her head around the corner, she quirked her ocean blue eyes upward a bit as she noticed Gintoki's reaction. His lazy blinking was now replaced with a profuse sweating as he slowly turned to face her.

"I-it was nobody Kagura." the nervousness dripped from his voice in almost as large quantities as the sweat from his face. Kagura could tell that it must be something pretty bad to make him react this way. "Just got to get back to sleep…" His mumbling was a little disturbing, and Kagura was curious as to who had come to call.

"This is Gin-chan's Yorozuya, correct?" Came a question from a distinctly female voice, still stuck outside of the front door. Kagura now blinked meekly, recognition just starting to slip through her normally idiotic mind.

"Ah, what is she doing…" she was cut off as Gintoki pounced over to her, slapping his hand over her mouth, muffling the rest of her question.

"Baka. Maybe if we pretend we aren't here, she'll go away."

"But you already answered the front door, Gin-chan." came her straight reply, eyes lowered into a sort of half opened position as she stared at the older man.

"Idiot. If we don't answer, she'll just assume it was a ghost or something. That kind of thing happens all the time." Gintoki was caught, trying to rationalize some way to not answer the person at the door. Kagura nodded in her complete understanding of his statement, which no other person on Earth would possibly get. He sighed, as the two looked intensely at the front door.

His hopes were dashed, as the doorbell rang yet again, the soft voice speaking even through the thin door.

"I know you are in there, samurai-san." Her voice spoke, slipping gently into the ears of the two figures nervously fidgeting inside. Memories of a past encounter went through their minds, and nerves subtly sunk in.

"Um, Gintoki is not home. If you would like to leave a message, I would be glad to make sure that he gets it." Gintoki responded, trying in vain to raise his voice several tones to sound female, causing the girl outside to twitch her brow in irritation. Kagura simply looked incredulously at Gintoki, his plan clearly not very well thought out. Sighing in defeat, Gintoki stood up and walked over to the front door, inviting the agitated younger girl into the small room.

Sitting down with his arms slung over the back of the sofa, he looked over at the girl who had disturbed his morning slumber.

"And? What is it we can help the Young Master with today?" he asked somewhat insultingly, hinting at the fact that the younger woman had attempted to hide her gender.

"Well, after what happened, I realized that my sword training was inadequate." she began, clutching her hands on her knees as she spoke. "And you are the strongest samurai I have encountered, even able to defeat my grandfather."

At the compliment, Gintoki felt his pride swell a bit, not usually getting many people to admire his strength. Looking at the younger girl, he noticed that the hesitation he had felt in their previous encounter was gone, and was replaced with what he thought for an instant was… yearning. Shaking that off, he indicated for her to continue, fearing where he thought it was leading.

"Well, to make a long story short, I would like you to train me in the ways of the samurai." She finished, staring earnestly into the crimson eyes of the overly lazy samurai. At her statement, he let out a discontented sigh, fearing that the girl's visit would be heading in this direction.

"No." he answered simply, lifting his hands in the 'stop' motion, eliciting a surprised reaction from the girl. "I already have two disciples, including the eating machine here." Gintoki stopped, hiking his thumb at the alien girl, who had her face buried in a bowl of rice. As she considered the young alien, the female samurai sweat dropped, wondering how such a small figure could eat so much.

"So, simply put, we can't take on any other disciples here." As he spoke, he got a wicked idea. "But, if you really want to learn the ways of the samurai, why not ask those Shinsengumi guys? Those guys are nuts for that kind of thing."

In the Shinsengumi dojo, Hijikata felt a strange chill creep up his spine, wondering what kind of disaster was about to befall him now.

"Hmph. Those guys are weak, and I don't need to learn from such feeble individuals. It has to be you, Shiroyasha." Gintoki quirked his lips up into a slight smile, as the girl had done her research.

"Hooh? So you know about that, do you? Then maybe you understand why I can't let you join us here." he spoke simply, watching with curiosity as the one-eyed samurai dug around inside her coat for something. His eyes began to sparkle as she pulled out a bag of what he assumed was money.

"I assume it is a matter of money. In that case, I am able to pay, so long as you will teach me the ways of the samurai." No sooner had she finished speaking, than Gintoki and Kagura were huddled together, muttering some nonsense about what kind of things they could buy, an intensely evil aura emitting from the two hooligans.

Looking back at the young girl with a glaze of greedy lust in their eyes, the two coughed, glancing briefly to each other as Gintoki spoke.

"Welcome to Gin-chan's Yorozuya, Kyu-chan." Gintoki answered, clasping her hands in a firm handshake. Smiling knowingly, she returned the handshake, looking forward to the honorable lessons that she would be receiving from such a well known survivor of the Joi War.


Well, that is chapter 1. Will likely be the shortest chapter, but who knows. As I said, first attempt at this anime, so let me know how it went. Gotta work on my comedic aspects. Let me know what you think of it. Thanks.