Title: Moving through
Theme: #3 - Tree
Characters: Child Gintoki
Rating: K+
Words: 507
Warning: None, other than a very slight mentions of the war.
Disclaimer: All rights belongs to Hideaki Sorachi along with the numerous group of people who where involved in the production of the Gintama manga and anime.
Summary: Gintoki never liked watching as the last ray of sunset sinks away from the top of the tree he rests on.
Whenever the sun set to welcome the night, the silver haired boy would climb to the top of a tree, slowly watched the light dissolve away. It was something special, an everyday routine he would go through.
He loved how both the colours red and orange would dye the sky.
No–...that was a lie, an excuse he gave himself to watched the sunset. He just wanted to be closer to the lingering light, even if it meant by a few more second. The night scares him; those looming dark of nothingness made him shiver as he wonder how long more would it be before he could see the light.
Perhaps he was lonely, that he just didn't want to pass another night alone again. But he knows that no matter what, for how long, he would always be alone. A child with such strange hair colour was just like those strange creatures which came to their land – another monster among the rest.
Where were his parents? Did he have any siblings? Did his mother or father have strange hair colour as him? How had he been able to go on for so many years alone?
So many questions, but there were no answers he could find. To seek for them would be futile; no one would want a child like him close to them. Even so, he couldn't help but to wonder why did he continue linger in the dark; watching men die, smelling the thick blood in the air, seeking for food he could eat.
With a soft sneeze, the silver haired boy climbed down the tree, keeping a close eye to each branch he stepped on. However, despite how careful he was trying to be, he missed one of them and ended up landing onto the ground hard. A grunt escaped his lips as he pushed himself off the ground, rubbing his back.
A soft grumbling could be heard from his stomach before he rubbed his hands against the surface. It was as if he was trying to chase away the hunger, comforting the stomach with empty lies. But it didn't work. He let out a sigh as he looked up to the sky with a sense of dread. But this vanished when he saw the stars.
"Woah..." He gasped, mesmerized by the thousand of tiny lights in the dark sky. It wasn't as if he had never seen any stars before, but for once, he could help but to find the sight cheering him up.
With those small arms of his, he stretched them out and tried fruitlessly to reach out for the stars. A small smile found its way onto his blank features as he found a little ray of hope growing from within his chest.
No matter what, he won't be alone forever. One day, he'll find someone who'll be his friend, someone he could trust. Little did he know that the day was approach sooner than he had in mind. For now, at least he managed to forget about his hunger.