There is No Use in Drinking Expired Strawberry Milk
Author: Dali
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue. =]
Gintoki is damn sure that one of these days Zura was going to get them all killed, either with the flashy ways he conducts his terrorist business or that strange duck-penguin creature he totes around with him. Though if someone were to ask why Gintoki puts up with any of it, he'll just pick at his ear and tell them that it's because you can't get rid of Zura even if you tried. Case in point: the lady that owns the ramen shop whose closet gets blown in every other week by Sougo's bazooka because the Shinsengumi is convinced Zura takes up permanent residence in there (which he does occasionally).
But Gintoki isn't one to judge Zura for his persistence. There are things people fight for in their lives and for Zura the bushido of the Samurai's and the Empire of Japan is that consistent goal.
"You know Zura, like good strawberry milk, even the most revolutionary of causes expire. Sometimes you just have to know when to throw something out into the garbage before it gives your diarrhea."
"You know Gintoki, if you were any less lazy and any more intelligent I would be more inclined to listen to you. However, that isn't the case, so I'm just going to pretend like you said something agreeable for once in your miserable life."
"You know Zura, I think you need to just take a step back and look at the big picture. There is no big picture. You're just running around randomly bombing things. And I'm tired of my tax dollars being spent on fixing whatever random thing you blew up last week."
"You know Gintoki, you don't even pay tax."
"You know Zura, you're right."
"You know Gintoki, it's not Zura, it's Katsura!"