Never get too drunk, otherwise you might forget something important

Rating: T (mention of nudity, nothing hardcore)

Pairing: Gintoki x Kyuubei

This is my first oneshot of Gintama, of what I hope will be many. They will all go in this one (except ones that go over 3000 words), and will feature random pairings (almost all involving Gintoki, since he is the most awesome character in the series). Anyway, this time it is Gintoki and Kyuubei. A morning hangover and forgotten events. Or were they? Enjoy, and let me know what you think.

"Ugh!" he grumbled, leaning forward in his large office chair. Running his left hand through his silver hair, the young man felt his eyes blinking, trying to get accustomed to the light.

Standing up slowly, his whole body ached. "Hah, I guess I drank too much last night." he bemoaned to himself, trudging his way towards the small bathroom. Each step seemed to echo in his head, as though a series of bombs were going off. With some effort, he finally reached the door to the cool bathroom. The vibes coming off of the cool tile woke him a little further.

Leaving the door open behind him, the silver haired samurai reached towards the medicine cabinet, pulling out the small bottle of aspirin. As he turned on the faucet, even the subtle sound of running water made his brain pound like a jackhammer.

"Maybe this is a sign from Buddha that I should stop drinking…" he muttered, bringing the small glass of water up to his lips, smirking as he slipped the pills inside. "I say that every time, don't I?" he mused to himself, as he swallowed the pills, washing them down with the clear liquid.

As the last bits of the liquid dripped down his throat, the man felt a mild relief, brought on by his mental belief in the cure he had taken. Sighing heavily, he walked back out of the bathroom, looking to get some sleep before the day began in earnest.

"Aaaah!" he screamed, the darkness of the hall combined with the head pounding caused him to run into a small table in the corridor. Rubbing his knee painfully, he hopped away, back towards his room. He decided it might be a good idea to keep is hands ahead of him, to prevent any more accidents.

Tracing his hands along the wall, the samurai finally made his way to the entrance to his cozy little room. Narrowing his eyes, he gazed suspiciously at the small futon in the center of the room.

"Nah, couldn't be." he muttered to himself, shaking the suspicion out of his head. "Absolutely no way." he told himself, looking at the small square. He thought he had seen some movement, but it was impossible. "It must be my eyes playing a trick on me." he told himself, discarding the clothing he had been wearing the night before, settling into the futon. Sighing, he let sleep come over him, but something was amiss.

Opening his eyes again, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was not alone. Looking around the room, he didn't notice anything strange. It would have been normal for a certain someone to be pestering him at this time, but there was no sign that this was the case. That left only one possibility.

With sweat beginning to bead down his face, the silver haired samurai slowly turned his head, looking behind him. His eyes widened, as he noticed a large lump underneath the comforter, right next to him. Gulping on nothing, he slowly sat straight up, looking directly at the lump. Straining his ears, he listened for any signs of possible life. As he heard it, his fears were confirmed 'Oh shit, someone is sleeping in my futon. But who?!' he asked himself nervously.

Reaching slowly towards the comforter atop the sleeping figure, he slowly gripped the edge. Pulling slowly, he felt his heart rate beginning to increase, odd fragments of a "dream" he had slipping into his mind.

"No, no, no, no, no, no!" he exclaimed to himself, loosening his grip on the thick covering material. "No way that is possible!" he said, as though he were trying to convince himself of some fact, that was clearly a lie. Steeling his nerves, he too one last gulp, deciding to pull off the cover in one go. As the material flew to the opposite side of the room, Gintoki's face went completely blank.

There, right in his futon, was the one-eyed female samurai, with her hair let down from her usual pony tail. The light sweat that had formed on his face now began to bead like a waterfall, threatening to drain all the fluid from his body. It wasn't possible. What was Yagyuu Kyuubei doing in the bed of the lazy samurai from the Yorozuya.

'She does look pretty cute…' he began to think, his crimson eyes focusing on her innocent sleeping form. She was curled up a bit, hands resting together just in front of her sweet looking lips. The way her blue hair was splayed around her face just made her look even more delectable, and Gintoki found himself lost in thought. Suddenly he woke himself from his stupor 'Baka, no time to think about that now! You need to figure this out before someone sees and it gets troublesome!' he shouted in his mind, his eyes not listening to this thoughts at all.

It took him about a minute for the worst realization to hit him. Not only was this beautiful girl laying in his futon, but she was completely naked, head to toe. He gulped down hard, figuring that there was no way to get out of this situation unharmed. Thinking intensely, he tried to think of some way, some miraculous method to escape this situation.

But his mind went blank as the younger girl rolled over in her sleep, her young body coming completely into his view, entirely unobstructed. 'Well, good bye life. It was a lot of fun.' he spoke, as though accepting the horrible punishment that no doubt awaited him when she woke up.

Sighing in frustration, he decided it would be bad to leave things as they were, and reached for the comforter again. Standing, he looked down at her again, smiling as he draped the scrap of cloth over her smooth body. "Look at her, sleeping so innocently in someone else's futon." he muttered to himself, the smirk on his face as he decided to leave her to sleep.

As he slid the door closed, he headed back out to the lounge. He failed to notice that, as his body entered the hallway, a hazel colored eye had opened, regarding him with a deep warmth, and affection.

"Thank you, Gin-san." she spoke softly, closing her eye with a warm smile on her face. She would have to make sure to show him her appreciation for the previous night, but that would have to wait until her head felt clearer.

It seems Kyuubei has some affections for our favorite good for nothing. What will she do to show her appreciation? And what is she appreciative for? Possible sequel down the road, but for now, enjoy the oneshot goodness. Next time I will give my first shot at Gintoki x Kagura, look forward to it.