I don't own Gin-bleep-tama, so anything related to the show is not mine, however the storyline however is. Thank you for understanding what Fanfiction is all about.
Prologue: Not everyone can shrug off the numbness of apathy.
The yelling grew louder from behind the door, however her eyes didn't move from the television, a small lump of fluff situated in her lap shifted as her fingers carded through his fur, a pleasured growl coming from his chest as he shifted on to his back, the girl's fingers teasing his belly before giving it a rub.
"Not this time!" The protagonist of some anime that was playing on Adult Swim cried as his large sword swung, parting the blast apart like Moses and the red sea. His flashy orange hair and burning brown eyes complimented his cocky smirk just as the scene cut to the anime ending.
"Mou...Xi-kun," She told to her dog whose head cocked as if he was used to listening to the girl, "Ichigo is getting too big for his shinigami hakama neh?"
Xi only blinked up at the girl before snuggling his head onto her lap as if agreeing but not.
Blood dripped from her mouth, but it didn't matter because her only companion was in danger as the large dog stalked towards the brave little dog who was barking at them all.
"No!" She screamed thrashing in the hold of several children on her street, she kicked and punched until the one who had hit her before knocked her flat on her back again. This however wasn't a kid like they were, he was nearing adulthood, his hair slicked back in a small tail at the nape of his neck.
"Xi.." She hissed pushing herself up, even if her entire face hurt and she could feel more blood running from her nose. The larger dog let a loud growl before lunging at the small dog who didn't back down, running towards his death, "XI!"
The younger kids stared in horror at what had just went down, the older teen leaning against a tree, the large dog sitting at his feet like he hadn't done anything. However it was gut wrenching cries from the girl that made some of them start to cry as well.
The girl was young redheaded Kirsten Taylor that had just moved into the apartments across the street with her recently divorced mother and the small dachshund Xi.
They hadn't meant for it to go this far, but it was simply too easy to mess with the girl. A ginger with icy blue eyes, with divorced parents? A bookworm who didn't like playing on the playground? A shy girl who didn't know how to make friends...and they did this.
Xi, was an old fart of a dachshund who didn't like anyone but Kirsten, his snobbish behavior only pushing the children on. Because Kirsten came off in the same way, her voiceless presence only angering them more.
However now...now everything made sense as the girl sobbed into the corpse of her only friend. Her clean clothes staining with the red of the animal's blood that leaked freely from his lifeless body.
"Xi!" She kept chanting like it would resurrect the small dog, her sobs breaking up the chant every once in a while.
"Kirsten?" A woman called from the edge of the crowd and the kids parted with their heads down knowing they were all about to be in big trouble, "Oh...Oh my god...Kirsten put him down! Put it down, right now!"
"SHUT UP!" Kirsten screamed holding the corpse, no, Xi to her chest curling around him, "No! Xi! Xi! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Really Ann?" A man snapped in anger, "I leave Kirsten in your hands and this happens? Can't you get your head out of your ass and pay attention to her for once?"
"Oh like you did?" Ann snapped with anger, her mind flying from the real issue, "I don't remember you caring for it, Wayne! I didn't see you going to her recitals, her graduations, or her plays! I always went to see her!"
"Don't bring up shit Ann," Wayne snapped, "This is your fault! You could have, no, should have realized something was going on before this shit happened!"
Kirsten watched her parents fight with a blank face, the doctor behind her seemed appalled at the sight of her parents but she was numb to it...she was numb to everything.
"I don't want to see them," Kirsten spoke, shutting the couple up, "If they come together again I don't want to see them."
"Kirsten," Wayne spoke sounding abashed, "I-I'm sorry baby."
"After all that I've done for you-" Her mother went off on a rant but Kirsten had ceased to listen, standing from her chair and leaving the room.
"I want to go back to my room.." Kirsten told the guard who began to lead her away, "Xi will be mad, we're missing Supernatural."
"They don't understand Xi Ni," Kirsten said as she pet the stuffed animal, scratching the base of the tail like Xi had liked, "Animals are so much more...more better than people."
She watched as Dean was thrown around the room from her circle chair, curled with her stuffed animal placed like Xi would sit during their shows.
"We didn't know this would happen," The guard protested as they stared at the remains of the stuffed animal, the girl from B-Block carried with her everywhere commenting on things to it like it was alive.
"Where is Kirsten?" The doctor demanded.
"She started crying and demanded to be taken to her room," The guard said before he watched the female rush past him.
Serena Davis had been a doctor at St. Joan's asylum for three years and had yet to lose one single patient until today. She could only watch with silent tears falling from her horrified eyes as Kirsten Taylor swung slightly from the ceiling, her eyes closed in such a peaceful way that the red that dripped from her closed eyes could have just been tears of peace. The leash that had been used for her dog and stuffed animal on special occasions, now suspended her from the floor.
"Oh god…" The guard had caught up with her and his voice sounded quiveringly like he was about to cry as well.
"Get her down…" Serena told him in a distant voice.
"Get her down…" She pleaded as the guard raced into the room and hefted the girl's weight up and cut the leash with his other hand with a swiss army knife from his pocket.
A woman screamed as she gave birth, pushing as the midwife ordered her to, her husband supporting her from behind. The wife had been in labor for nearly a day when finally an infant's cry filtered through the air. A small baby wailed for her parents in the arms of the midwife.
A young child sat upon the bodies of a recent battle, a small onigiri held in her hand as she stared at him, his approach slow so that crimson eyes could meet fully. He noticed the poor state of her hair, her tattered kimono, and even the flat stare fixed on him. She...it was like looking in to the past to another kid, in another battle field, eating another dirty onigiri.
"Oi brat," He spoke up watching as the girl flinched her eyes flickering to a sword on the ground, "If you want something to eat better than a dirty Onigiri, then come with me...I'll even teach you how to use one of those swords if you want."
The girl didn't speak as she looked down at the onigiri in her hand and then towards his eyes as if peering into his soul for an answer she could give him. Her stomach growled loudly breaking the silence between them and causing Gintoki's mouth to curve on one side as the girl ducked her head. She moved to stand, one of the dead man's sword being picked up and held limply from her left hand, the onigiri being stuffed into her mouth as she made her way towards him.
"Okay…" She whispered holding up the now free hand towards him, her head peering up at him with dead icy gray eyes, a piece of rice on her left cheek that Gintoki flicked off.
"Name's Sakata Gintoki kid," He spoke as he picked up the child who rested her face on his shoulder, "Got a name?"
"Nanashi," She told him, "They called me Nanashi."
"No name?" Gintoki spoke with a slight edge to his tone, his voice low as he glanced at the battlefield he navigated out of.
"Because I didn't have one," Nanashi told him and Gintoki only held her closer, worrying his bottom lip.
"We'll pick out a new name," Gintoki told her, "Something...Something to be proud of."
"Proud of?"
"Yeah, like my awesome name."
"Sakata Gintoki...Slope of the rice paddy field and the Silver hour?"
"It's awesome brat."
"A real silver lining."
"...Brat…"
