Hey there guys!
Sure have been a while, huh?

About this one, well, this one is going to be my last fic in Gintama fandom, or at least for a while it will be, who knows how this is going to go, so I have written up to half of the story so every Thursday there will be an updated until I finish. So well, hope you really enjoy it.

The memories of yesterday

Part 1

"I'm sorry sir, but we can't tell if he is going to recover or not. We can't tell how big the damage it's going to be either. The best we can do it's just wait for him to wake up."

"What?! But there has to be something we can do! What if he wakes up and all of his—"

"Leave it…"

"What?! We can't! We can't give up just yet! He hasn't wake up yet!"

"Just… Isn't it better like this? If he… Without me, he will finally live a normal life. The kind of life he should have had since the beginning… Is better this way, believe me."

"B-but! He wouldn't want that! We don't even know how bad it's going to be! It may be nothing serious!"

"I… I'll take the risk."

A soft but continuous sound near his ear woke him up. There were some voices near, but he couldn't hear them well, nor could he recognized them.

Everything seemed to be so far away.

He tried to open his eyes, but his head hurt more than ever, so instead, he only shut his eyes tighter, waiting for the pain to go away before opening them.

That sound was starting to annoy him.

Soon the voices talking stopped, leaving some footsteps behind, only to be followed by a door closing. What was even going on there?

Some other footsteps got closer to where he was, and before a minute could pass, a hand was already touching his forehead slightly, almost as if they were checking if he was fine.

But he was fine, wasn't he?

"It won't be better this way…" A familiar voice whispered.

That voice, the warm of that hand. It all seemed so familiar.

With hardships—and not without feeling dizzy—he finally opened his eyes, and as soon as he did, the whiteness of the room blinded him.

Slowly and trying to not get even dizzier, he looked at the side; white walls, white ceiling, a little night table with some flowers on top.

It was a hospital, he could be sure of that now. But why?

He turned to the side only to find some brown eyes looking at him surprised, and with tears on them. Who? He blinked once, twice, and gave another look.

Spiky hair, brown eyes, a goatee. He could remember now.

But why did he seem to be older than usual?

"K-Kondo-san..?" He called softly, but Kondo smiled a little while some tears started pouring down from his eyes. "W-what…" Why was he crying? Why was he in a hospital to begin with? The last thing he could remember…

What was it again?

"Toshi!" He screamed before turning to the side. "He is awake, doctor!" He added, but his screams were making his headache worse.

The questions in his mind, the screams, the footsteps that were now coming closer.

"K-Kondo-san…" He called once again, but the man seemed to be distracted as to be able to hear him calling. Why do you seem older?

His head was starting to hurt, even more, keeping his eyes open was starting to be hard, even moving his hand to touch his head was impossible. Just what was going on?

"Yes!? What happened!?" Another voice came and at the same time, a figure clad in white entered the room in a hurry. "He is awake!" He added before running to the other side of his bed, his hand quickly to touch his forehead.

Kondo-san… But this time his voice didn't come out, his eyes were starting to close once again, the pain was becoming stronger. Why are you older?

He could hear the voices calling him, the sound of the machines at his side, the footsteps coming in and out of the room, the sobs of Kondo.

At some point, he stopped listening.

"He remembered me! He called my name! Isn't that a good signal?!"

"We can't tell for sure if it's good or not. We have to do some studies to see how he will evolve. But for now, I can only tell you that it's better to not pressure him once he wakes up."

"It's that so…"

"I'm sorry. I can't tell you anything better for now. But it's really good that he woke up so early, that's really promising."

When he woke once again, his head was a lot better and the bright room wasn't as bright, some orange colors were entering the room through a window. How much… He tried to sit on the bed, but his body refused to listen to him.

Just what… Something happened to him, something serious, but what? Why couldn't he remember?

He looked around only to find Kondo sleeping on a chair, with his head resting on his bed, and with a hand grabbing his. Kondo-san… There was something wrong with all that, he could tell. But he couldn't put his finger on whatever it was.

The fact that he was in a hospital, the fact that he seemed older than the day before, the ring in his hand…

A ring?

Since when Kondo had a ring on his hand? He could swear he had never seen it before. Did he buy it that same day? No… He was never one to buy things like that, even less one that looked like a wedding ring.

A wedding ring…

It didn't make sense… Just the day before they were peacefully drinking back at the police station, weren't they?

"I…" He whispered the pain in his head was back, stronger than before. But this time his hand finally listened to him, he could finally touch his head, only to find some bandages all over his head.

What?! He tried to move, he tried to get off of that bed, to go to a bathroom, but he didn't have the energies to do it, his legs felt so out of himself.

Everything seemed to be truly far away from him.

"W-what…" Kondo spoke, and he froze. The hand without the ring went to rub his eyes, it was almost as if he didn't remember where he was. And he could only look at him in silence, not sure of what to say.

Should he ask about him? About what happened? Or why was he wearing that ring? Or why did his head hurt so damn much?

But in less than a second Kondo froze too, his wide open staring at him, his face going a pale. "Toshi!" He got up in a jump, so sudden that even the chair fell to the floor. "When did you—Are you okay?! Do you… Do you remember me?" The last question was softer, but he still heard it well.

"Kondo-san…" The words left his mouth easily, there was no way he could forget him. No matter what. He would never forget him. "Where…" Once again, he tried to get up, but this time, Kondo's hand grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down.

"Don't move Toshi. You shouldn't make any quick moves, you know?" He explained with a smile, the same smile as always, but he couldn't help but feeling that he was someone he didn't know. "I'll explain things later, don't worry."

"What… What happened?" His headache wasn't getting any better, but he could still keep his eyes open, the enough to see how the man got pale.

"Well… You see…" That awkward smile he knew well, that had touching the back of his neck. That was the Kondo he knew. But the ring on his finger, and his older face. He didn't know anymore. "You had an accident last night…" Last night?! But weren't they drinking last night?! "But it seems that you're okay! I would even say that you're fine! So don't worry!" He added, but his voice had that fake enthusiasm that Kondo had whenever he was hiding something.

"Kon—" But before he could muster an answer, some soft knocks on the door interrupted him.

"That has to be the nurses…" The hand grabbing his shoulder let him free. "I'll go and see what they need, you should rest more in the meantime Toshi. I'll be here once you wake up." He added and after giving one of his smiles, he went away.

The sound of the door closing was the last thing he heard, before being left alone in that empty room.

"I'm so sorry! I tried to come back as soon as possible!"

"Don't worry about it, you were working after all."

"How is he? Is he fine?"

"He is good, or at least I think so… The doctor hasn't come yet, but he woke up some while ago, and he remembered me. So that's good, right?"

"I'm sure it would be okay! But where is—"

"He left after the doctor told us that he didn't know how big the damage would be. He even said that it would be better if he didn't remember, you know? I… I tried to call him since then, but he refuses to answer… I don't know what to do anymore."

"Shi…" He felt a hand moving him, and a voice talking in the distance. "Toshi…" He opened his eyes halfway only to find a smiling Kondo next to him. "I'm sorry to wake you up," he—tried to—shook his head, he felt glad that the man did keep his promise of being there. "But the doctor is here and he wants to ask you some questions." He simply nodded before opening his eyes completely.

In front of him was the man clad in white from before, but next to Kondo was another person, a woman. Boss' lady? She reminded him of her, the same brown hair, and the same brown eyes.

But at the same time, she was completely different. Longer hair, a less young face.

Was it really her? But if she was, why would she be there? They weren't close at all.

"How do you feel Toshi?" Kondo asked as he was helping him to sit up.

"Better…" It wasn't a lie, the headache was still there, but it was so soft that he didn't mind it. "I…"

"Excuse me, I'm really sorry to have awoken you like that…" The doctor interrupted, there was concern in his voice. "But, can you tell us your name and age? And the last thing you remember?"

He looked at the doctor a little confused as to why he asked obvious things like that, but maybe it was part of the routine?

"Hijikata Toushiro… Twenty-seven years old…" The last thing he remembered… It was kind of hard. "I… I was drinking at a bar with Kondo-san." Did he drink that much as to not remember what happened after that? "I think we left at midnight… Since today—" But he stopped himself after seeing the shocked expression that Kondo had, how the woman at his side was covering her mouth, how the doctor was looking at him surprised. "Is the-there something wrong Kondo-san?"

"Toushi… You…" Why was his voice cracking like that? "Can't you remember..? You're thirty-two…"