You sat properly between two of your regular customers, smooth-skinned hands resting, one on top of the other, and your thin, pink lips in a seemingly-perpetual smile, a gentle one, welcoming, you hoped, "Would you like another drink?" You had asked kindly, enhanced eyelashes fluttering alluringly.

It was obvious that the middle-aged man, who was slightly tipsy already, wearing his traditional-style male kimono of pine-brown and stained white in a flimsy manner, was not finished his saké yet, but it was of no concern to you if he drank until he passed out - You're a hostess, not a nurse. He quickly gulped down the clear, alcohol-heavy beverage and gave a goofy smile that you almost found amusing. Almost.

"Yes, then, Yomaru-san?" your smile didn't waver one bit, and you were rewarded with a not-so-sharp nod and a slight 'hick' sound escaping his throat. You turned towards the other, quieter customer and gently lay your fair hand on his shoulder, "What about you, Funokira-san?" You inquired with as much professionalism as one with your career path could muster.

"I don't plan to drink, but could you get me some of those pretzels from the bar if you're going up?" He wondered - You somewhat enjoyed the company of Ginta Funokira, not because he was particularly interesting, in fact, as far as you could tell, his personality was virtually 2-Dimensional - It was probably because he wasn't rowdy, a drunkard or completely annoying like the other customers - You'd find the best word to describe a man like him as.. Docile.

While you stood up and bowed slowly, creasing the waist of your flowing, regal red and gold kimono, you thought of the man in your life who was very much unlike the docile Furokira-san.

Gintoki Sakata.

He was, in many ways, a living, breathing paradox which you found impossible to solve - He had depth beyond his years but at the same time, he was as flat as a pancake. He was childish as hell, still reading JUMP at his age and having the worst sweet tooth you'd seen in an adult, perhaps in anyone, but he was, indeed, a man amongst men. Indifferent on the surface, but a frenzy of complex emotions and ideals meshing below the surface.

He was, in essence, a true mystery. And, you supposed, you were the Sherlock Holmes of this mystery - the lover of the hunt, the discovery of evidence and all that could base facts, but then..

You didn't want this case to be solved, because like any good detective, you were madly, deeply in love with this case, and if you unravel all of its hidden glory, then.. What will you have to love?

Lost in your thoughts, you almost lost your balance, letting out a slight squeak when your slender arm bumped into one, broad shoulder. You winced when you felt a large hand encircle your upper arm and pull you back up, the grip feeling almost desperate.

"Baaaka~ Don't you know how to watch where you're going?" That light-hearted tone and deep, mellow voice was so familiar to you that you involuntarily, for the first time in that dragged-out night, genuinely smiled.

You opened your (E/C) eyes, which you honestly hadn't realized you had closed in bracing, and laid eyes upon the handsome samurai of the Yorozuya, "Gin-san," you murmur lightly, looking up at him with an almost-absent look.

"Oi, don't you know if you look at a man like that they'll lose control, you idiot?" He growled mockingly, shaking you slightly, seeming unwilling to let go.

You shook yourself from your daze and gave your goofy smile, "Gomene, Gin-san," you bow your head slightly, though grinned when you heard his soft chuckle, "Why are you here, though? I didn't know you were a customer," you pointed out curiously, tilting your head to the side in confusion.

"Ah, that is.." He began as you watched him expectantly, he scratched the back of silver mane and looked away with his lazy, half-lidded eyes of darkened red, seeming..embarrassed, ".. I came to get you, since your shift is over soon," he finally admitted and you let out a flattered giggle.

It was only then that you realized that time was getting on and you smiled happily, "I'll just take these last two things to my regulars and we can go," you say, excited. Gin-san gives a subtle 'whatever' and marches off to a cushioned couch in the corner.

You bundled the pretzels up into a ceramic bowl and gingerly held the transparent refreshment in the other, the cylindrical cup fitting perfectly between your thin fingers, "Here we are, you two," you said playfully, suddenly in a much better mood. You placed the respective items down infront of her loyal patrons and smiled sweetly, bowing slightly in apology, "Please, forgive the wait," you said, feigning penitence to seem polite.

"It's fine," came Funokira-san's simple, yet sensible, answer and a light slurr of, "Das okay~ You're too cute to be mad at, (Y/N)-chaaaan~" came from the absolutely wasted Yomaru-san.

You stood up and went to change out of your traditional 'cosplay' as you liked to call it. You came back out draped in your usual, knee-length kimono of a baby-blue hue, dusky midnight blue painting the tightly wound obi sash and a pure-as-snow white display of floral patterns on the lower half, "Let's go, Gin-san~" you chimed cutely, lacing your much-smaller fingers between his own, calloused ones.

He seemed to be wearing a slightly pissed off expression, in turn, you asked him what was wrong and you were promptly given the answer of: "That old guy with the glasses back there was ogling your boobs the entire time," he spat harshly.

"Ehhhhh?!" you chimed loudly in embarrassed surprise. You cautiously looked down at your (small/medium/large) breasts and pouted, looking as betrayed as you could.

Docile Ginta-san.. Whyyyy?!

Gintoki's crimson eyes followed yours and a smirk tugged at the corner of his sarcastic mouth, "I know - Those are only for Gin-san, afterall,"

"GIN-SAN!"