So, time to expand the Gintama fanfiction community! This story is set in a high school with our favourite Gintama characters! It's not 3Z, but there will be some similar elements. I'm trying to correspond the ages of the characters in accordance to each other, but it might not be the same as the actual manga so sorry for that. It's light-hearted at the moment but due to get quite dark. None the less there will be a bit of everything (and Okita and Kagura are extremely likely to get together XD). This is more or less an introductory chapter. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama
Chapter One
Something was seriously wrong with this academy, Shimura Shinpachi decided as he walked down the corridor. Maybe it was the fact the students didn't seem to care about their studies, maybe it was the way brawls seem to occur every lunchtime and not just between the students, or maybe it was the fact everyone here was just plain crazy.
No matter what, Shinpachi had no idea why his sister had picked such an unruly school.
He sighed to himself and scanned the corridor for the green-haired class captain. The boy wasn't hard to spot, he always seemed to have a menacing aura that surrounded him no matter where he went. Shinpachi spotted him leaning over someone next to the lockers.
"Hijikata-san! Can I borrow your notes from-"
Shinpachi stopped cold and his mouth dropped open. Hijikata stood hovering over his shorter, brown-haired companion with his hand suggestively on the other boy's shirt. He noticed Shinpachi staring blankly at them and backed off hastily.
"Ah, Shimura-kun, this isn't what you think," Hijikata managed to stammer out, his face as red as a tomato.
An evil glint entered Sougo's eyes. He reached up and blew gently in Hijikata's ear. "We can continue later if you wish," he said, grinning devilishly.
"Sougo, you-"
A flying kick came out of no where. Sougo tumbled to the ground as a certain pink-haired individual appeared above him. He glared at the girl angrily. "What the hell, China?" he said through gritted teeth.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Kagura said with false sweetness. "I just wanted to re-arrange your face."
"Fine," Sougo replied. "Just after I bash your head into a wall do you lose the few brain cells you have."
Hijikata rolled his eyes and pulled Kagura off him. "Get to class or you'll end you destroying the school," he said. "Again."
He ignored the two as they childishly made faces at each other and reached into his locker and pulled out a slim folder. "Gintoki's lesson, eh?" he questioned.
Shinpachi nodded and took it gratefully. "Thanks, I always seem to get sick when the seasons roll around," he explained.
"Ah ha, the seasons are so wonderful aren't they?" A sun-glassed teacher appeared behind them.
"Morning, Sakamoto-sensei," Shinpachi greeted politely.
Sakamoto tilted his sunglasses so he peered over them. "The bell's about to ring," he said in a cheerful tone. "You'd better hurry along or Kintoki will be mad."
"Don't you mean Gintoki?" Shinpachi asked even though he knew it was futile to correct Sakamoto.
"Gintoki's always late anyway," Hijikata muttered under his breath.
The teacher grinned and waved them off. Hijikata grabbed both Sougo and Kagura by their collars and dragged them down the hall with Shinpachi following them quietly behind.
Despite this rather strange academy, it had to be Gintoki's form class which was the strangest of all. Shinpachi swore the teachers had made a list of the students they didn't want and stuffed it all in one classroom. Perhaps it was just his imagination, or maybe Gintoki had lost a bet one drunken night. It was only luck that ensured Kagura and Sougo were juniors or he was sure they would destroy the classroom in seconds, Hijikata or no Hijikata.
Unfortunately the older siblings of the pair were jammed into Gintoki's class, giving a perfect substitute for the noisy two. Mitsuba, Sougo's older sister, was a quiet sickly girl who often was away yet held her presence in the small time she was there. However her presence also had their class captain turn to custard, leaving the classroom in an unhealthy disorder.
Kagura's brother, Kamui, just scared the hell out of him. His perfect smile was just a facade for his menacing glares and often violent tendencies which happened to be encouraged in this chaos of an environment. Shinpachi couldn't help but shiver as he entered the classroom to find Kamui seated at the front, his feet propped up on the desk and that fake smile plastered on his face.
"Just ignore him," Hijikata muttered under his breath.
"I heard that, Hijikata-san," Kamui said in his eerily cheerful voice. Yet even with his happy tone it still came out as a threat.
Hijikata glared at him. "You trying to a pick a fight?" he retorted.
Kamui swung his legs off the desk and stood up to face him. "What if I am?" he quipped. "We haven't fought in a while, shall we see if either has got stronger?"
Hijikata wasted no time and grabbed a metre ruler from the blackboard and swung it ruthlessly at the pink-haired boy. "Bring it, pinky," he snarled.
"Wait a second," Shinpachi tried.
But it was too late. The two boys jumped simultaneously and collided in mid-air. It became a tornado of fists against the wooden ruler that Hijikata used as if it was a sword. There was no doubt both of them were skilled fighters, as it seemed this school possessed many, but the fight was quickly turning sour.
Shinpachi groaned and shook his head. He briefly thought about interrupting them, then banished the thought from his mind. Let Gintoki handle it, he was the teacher after all.
Somehow Kamui landed a swift blow to stomach, sending Hijikata crashing into a rather sleepy looking Gintoki who was unfortunate enough to enter the classroom at that exact moment. The silver-hair teacher pulled the student off him and set off his death glare.
"Now everyone, I thought we said no fighting in the classroom," he said as he chewed on the end of his cigarette.
"Quit smoking and we'll quit fighting," Hijikata muttered.
Gintoki silenced him with another death glare. "I know what you do after school, Hijikata-kun, and you seem to rather fond of these too," he said simply. "And anyway it's not a cigarette, it's a lollipop."
"Liar," somebody coughed from the back of the room.
Gintoki just ignored them and took a seat at his desk. "Take a seat everyone before I set you all up for a detention," he said. "Now we all know the school festival is coming up. All you girls are going to get super excited while the idiot boys pretend to get excited so I guessing everyone's going to be in high spirits, yes? However that does not change the fact school festivals are for idiots and I'm going to have to get magically sick in a couple of weeks."
Mitsuba put up her hand meekly. "Why don't you like school festivals, sensei?"
He shuddered. "Bad experiences," he mumbled. "Bad, bad experiences."
Hijikata stood up. "Even though Gintoki has a phobia of school festivals, it does not change the fact we will have to prepare something for it," he said. "So keep that thought in mind and I'll be taking suggestions tomorrow."
"Why don't we just run a food stall?" Kamui butted in. "It'll be the easiest option to run."
Hijikata sighed. "Don't you want to be creative?" he questioned. "Or does your small brain only revolve around food?"
Kamui glared at him and opened his mouth to retort, but GIntoki stepped in first. "A food stall does sound easy," he said. "All right! We're doing a food stall! I shall leave everything up to you, Hijikata-kun!"
And with that Gintoki bolted out of the room before Hijikata could even open his mouth to protest. The class captain sighed and turned to face the rest of the class. "Fine, you idiots are going to work your butts off to make this work, you hear me?" he threatened. "Or else I'll make your lives a living hell for the rest of the year."
The class nodded obediently except for Kamui who sat at the front with an amused look on his face. "Hey captain," Kamui said casually.
"Yes, idiot number one?"
"You'd better watch your back this festival," he grinned. "I bet an accident's just waiting to happen."
Hijikata returned the grin. "So should you."
At the back of the classroom, Shinpachi sighed inwardly and chose to stare out the window. He'd learnt two things this morning. Firstly, Gintoki loathed school festivals. And secondly, he'd better watch his back too.
Or he was going to get caught in the crossfire.
Good or bad? Shall I continue or scrap it? Please tell me your thoughts! Feel free to request anything too ;)
