Hello again or for the first time, Murayama Tsuru here. After a small break, I'm back with another Gintama Fanfiction! This one focuses on Abuto. I warn you now; this story is going to be slightly raunchier than my last one (you'll see why soon enough). If this offends anyone, I'm sorry, but I want to try this. So, without further ado, I bring you the first chapter.

Disclaimer: I own the storyline for this Fanfiction, but, sadly I do not own Gintama; it is the property of Sorachi Hideaki-Sensei

Kamui and Abuto were on a mission in China. More specifically, they were told to investigate the cursed springs of Jusenkyo on the Bayankala Mountains in the Qinghai province of China. For some reason, the elders thought that it might be dangerous (how dangerous could a puddle of water be, Abuto thought snidely when he read the letter) and told Kamui to investigate. Kamui then promptly asked Abuto to join him. At first Abuto had vehemently refused, on the grounds that this wasn't a mission that required two people. Kamui then smiled maliciously and said, "Well Jiraiya-kun," Abuto winced at the nickname, "If you don't come with me, I'll have to report you to the elders."

"Wha? I've done nothing wrong, what's there to tell them?" But instead of answering him, Kamui's smile just widened. And that's when Abuto knew he'd lost; he'd have to accompany the admiral even if he did nothing wrong. Abuto groaned, but went to his room to get what he needed.

So here he was, in China, on what seemed like a very stupid mission to investigate cursed…puddles. When the two entered Jusenkyo, they were greeted by a guide. He spoke to them in broken Japanese, "Welcome to Jusenkyo. You here for tour, yes? I show you around, let's go." Before either Kamui or Abuto could object, the guy started walking away, chattering away about all the 'features' of the cursed springs. Abuto and Kamui looked at each other and shrugged, deciding to follow the guy.

After a while, Kamui started glowering at their 'guide'. Abuto chuckled to himself when he realized that Kamui was bothered by the man's speech. Hearing Abuto chuckle, Kamui turned his glare to him and hissed, "Do something about this Abuto, I can't stand the way he talks…it…reminds me of my sister…" the command losing its edge as he said this.

Abuto smiled and snickered again, it was one of the very rare moments he saw Kamui as a little brother rather than the admiral of the Harusame Space pirates. He then turned to the guide and said in perfect Chinese, "Hey, you can speak your own language. We'll be fine, so go ahead."

The man nodded then said, "Ah, so you must be Yato."

Abuto raised an eyebrow in surprise, "And how would you know that?"

"I've always been interested in Amanto. So, I've done my research." Abuto snorted, but kept his comment on the topic of researching Yato to himself. The guide then went on chattering away in Chinese about what he thought about Yato.

Soon the three actually reached the springs, then the guide pointed out which drowned in which spring. Abuto thought it very strange that animals, and people, kept drowning in these puddles. 'Wouldn't the smart thing be just to put a sign that says "be careful, standing water" here' Abuto thought. Abuto also felt particularly sorry for whoever fell into one that was the opposite of their gender.

Soon, the guide's cellphone rang and he was called away on 'urgent' business at the foot of the mountain. Before leaving, the man warned, "I probably don't need to remind you, but if you fall into one of these springs your form will be changed drastically." The man then descended the mountain, leaving Kamui and Abuto by themselves.

After a moment, Abuto turned to Kamui and asked, "Admiral was it really necessary for me to come on this trip. I see nothing dangerous about these springs It just seems to be a trap for clumsy people if you ask me."

"Na, Abuto," Kamui said, a sadistic smile making its way to Kamui's lips, "It's definitely not just for clumsy people. I brought you with me because I wanted to test something out. I'd do it myself, but that'd be way too boring."

And that's when it hit him. Kamui was probably planning to push him into one of the springs. Abuto turned a glare on Kamui, "Admiral, why me? Isn't there someone else you could push in?"

"No, not push Abuto," Kamui sneered, his grin growing wickeder; "You're going to walk in all on your own." And he started advancing on Abuto. Abuto, not quite understanding what he meant, took a step back for every step Kamui took forward.

Abuto soon realized the mistake he made when he took a step back and the back edge of his boot touched water. Glaring at Kamui, Abuto growled, "You planned this didn't you?"

Kamui nodded his lips quirking up into a triumphant smile, "Indeed I did, Abuto. But, I'll be nice and take your umbrella for you so it doesn't get wet." And he took another step forward, extending his arm towards Abuto.

On instinct, Abuto took another step back, skeptical of Kamui's outstretched arm. Groaning that he had fallen for the same trick twice, he let go of his umbrella and wheeled his arm around, trying to regain his balance.

But it didn't work, and the last thing he saw as he fell into the water was Kamui infuriating grin. With a splash and a growl, Abuto entered the water. He could feel his body changing as he sunk into the shallow depths. He instinctively knew that this was the spring of the drowned woman and gurgled in annoyance. And then—

And then Abuto woke up, in his room feeling annoyed. He turned to his side table, and looking at the manga on it thought, "That is the last time I read Ranma ½ before bed!" he then looked at the clock and sighed; it was time for another day of running errands for Kamui.

Abuto sat up and realized he had worn yesterday's clothes to bed; but something was off. It might have been his imagination, but everything seemed a little baggier than it usually did. Abuto dismissed it, though, chalking it up to sleepiness.

Abuto then stood up, and running a hand through his messy hair, thought, "Ick, I need a shower. That dream really had me sweating."

He picked up a towel and went to his door. But before he got there, he stopped, thinking everything was a lot further away than it usually was. But, looking at the clock again, disregarded the thought, seeing he had less time than he wanted for his shower.

On the way to his own personal bathroom (for some reason, they gave him a bathroom; but it wasn't near his room, so it seemed very random), he heard the people he passed start to whisper. At first, he ignored the whispers, but then when someone whispered, not so quietly, "Hey, didn't that lady just come out of Abuto-san's room? I've never seen that before. I guess he finally got over the Kujaku Hime."

"SSHH!" Another Yato said, "He can probably hear you from his room, you're so loud…" Abuto didn't catch the rest of the sentence, though, as he kept walking. But now he was paying more attention to the whispers, they were all about some woman in his room. He really didn't get it; he hadn't had any…companions in his room in a very long time. And unless he'd been really drunk last night, he didn't remember any woman being in his room.

Abuto was very perplexed by the time he got to the bathroom. From what he heard, this woman was tall and willowy, with messy sand colored hair. She was wearing a black martial arts outfit, and though you couldn't really see it because of the clothes she was wearing, apparently, she had a 'nice rack'.

Closing the door, Abuto took off his cape. His arm then brushed over his chest and was met with a soft but firm, squishy texture.

"Eh…?" Abuto thought, "What was that?" he then took his shirt off and was greeted by the sight of two large, round breasts. He stared at them for a second, blinked and rubbed his eyes and looked again. They were still there, as big and round as the first time he looked.

"This is not happening," Abuto thought, an angry flush creeping up his neck, "I must still be half asleep, if I'm imagining this. If I just take a look down there, I'll see that everything is as it should be."

Abuto then locked the door (you never know who could come barging in), and took a look. He was shocked alright; his scream reverberated throughout the entire ship.

Abuto sunk onto the bathroom floor, quivering and blushing furiously, "Why is this happening to me? I haven't done anything wrong! I've been working my ass off for the admiral, and looks what happens, I lose my manhood as thanks!…Calm down Abuto…Just think about what happened yesterday…" After a moment of thinking, he gasped, remembering something

After the end of a particularly busy day, Abuto went over to the kitchen to see how dinner was doing. It turned out the chef was on holiday that night, so Abuto was appointed the guy to get food. It wasn't the easiest thing, feeding a ship full of Yato, and Abuto was feeling especially annoyed at being the one forced to do it.

Lucky for him, though, someone told him about a restaurant that had popped up recently that would he would be able to get sufficient provisions at. The only problem was that it was a long way from the ship; Abuto was handed a map for his trouble and pushed out the door.

After finding out that the map he was handed was outdated, and therefore useless, Abuto was forced to wander aimlessly around Edo looking for the place. After a long, frustrating walk, he finally found the place.

But before he could enter, he was assailed a panicked looking man. His eyes were crazy with apprehension when asked, "Can you please help me?! There's somewhere I desperately need to get to!"

"I'm really sorry, man; I'm in a hurry right now. It where you need to go is in the direction I'm going, then go ahead and follow me, I don't really care. But, I don't have the time to go out my way to help you right now."

"You…" he glared at Abuto now, an unearthly fire seemed to light in his eyes, "You're only saying this because I'm a man, aren't you?"

"What?" Abuto scoffed, not wanting to deal with this crazy guy right now, "Even if you were the prettiest woman in the world, I would say the same thing. I just don't have the time right now." And he walked away, leaving the dude standing there.

Once Abuto had finally gotten dinner enough for a large boatful of extremely hungry Yato (his wallet was considerably lighter now), he was met with an extremely angry looking woman who was wearing a Kimono that faded from white to dark blue.

Once Abuto was almost passed the woman, she turned to him and growled fiercely, "You have failed my test, Yato Abuto."

"What are you rattling on abou…Oh, you're that guy from before. You must be a witch, being able to transform like that."

The woman nodded, and her glare intensified, but she said nothing. There was a pause and Abuto said, scratching the back of his head "If you still need to get where you wanted to get before, I have time now."

The woman shook her head and tsk'd, "As I said, you failed my test. So I place a curse upon you, Yato Abuto!" The world flashed, and ghostly purple fires lit all around Abuto. Then, after a second it was over…and nothing had happened.

"Well that was…terrifying." Abuto said, suppressing a smirk, "If that's it, then I have to get back to the ship before dinner gets cold. Catch ya later, witch girl…or not, doesn't really matter to me." And Abuto walked away, unable to suppress his laughter anymore.

Abuto then returned to the ship, ate dinner, and before bed read a volume of Ranma ½, making for a relaxing evening for once.

Abuto groaned, coming out of his memory. Why the hell hadn't he just helped that witch person yesterday? If he had, he wouldn't be having these problems now, would he?

Shocked out of his self-loathing, Abuto heard a voice, "Oi, Abuto, you in there? I've heard some complaints about screaming women in your bathroom."

'Crap I can't have the admiral see me like this. I'd be to humiliating." Was the only thought that ran through his head when he realized who the voice belonged to.

And that ends the first chapter. This may be a really dumb idea, but I want to see where it takes me. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, and I hope to see you next chapter as well. As always, reviews are always appreciated; they really help the writing process.

-Murayama Tsuru