Gintoki sighed, looking at Katsura –who showed up at his house in the middle of the night- and looked around for the missing…whatever Elizabeth was. Gin yawned and stepped aside.
"Hey Zura, what are you doing here?" Gin asked, getting a scowl from his feminine friend.
"Shuddup. My name is K-A-T-S-U-R-A! Not Z~ura." He hiccupped making Gin narrow his eyes.
"Are you drunk Zura?" Gin asked and got punched hard in the gut by Katsura.
The black head invited himself into Gin's house and stumbled over to the couch where a Shonen-Jump laid. He poked at it, watching the silver head close his door, holding his sore gut.
"What are you doing here?" Gin asked again.
"I need a place to stay!" Katsura barked, picking up The manga. He flipped through it lazily, and stopped at one page, gawking at it. Gin walked over and peered over Katsura's shoulder. "Whaz this?" Katsura asked, looking over to Gin, which brought their faces awkwardly close.
"That's Bleach." Gin said, cringing away from the obviously drunk Katsura.
"I dun't get it." He snapped, pointing at Ichigo. "Who's 'e? Why's his hair so….orange?" He asked, scratching at the image of Ichigo.
"That's just who he is." Gin shrugged. "But gimme that, I haven't finished reading it." Gin held out his hand.
"….'Ere! I don't want it!" Katsura threw the manga at gin, making him catch it quickly.
"What's wrong with you Bakudan ma." Gin smirked, getting a confused look from Katsura.
"Nothing. I just drunk some- Oh…. I don't feel good!" Katsura cried, cover his mouth.
"Oh good griefe!" Gin cried, jerking Katsura down the hallway.
Gin sighed, handing the drunken Katsura a bottle of water and a damp rag.
"You're not supposed to come over to someone's house drunk, and throw up Zura." Gin mumbled.
"I-It's not Zura! It's-"
"It's Katsura. I know." Gin sighed.
"Sorry." Katsura mumbled lightly. This was rare for him to apologize for anything at all.
"Still have any in your system?" Gin asked, watching Katsura open the bottle. "Don't chug that, you'll just vomit it back up." Gin sighed.
Katsura took sips of the water, his free hand was clenching the damp rag tightly. Gin watched Katsura sway slightly before he decided to help Katsura stand up.
"Are you okay enough to walk?"
"Walk where?" Katsura wondered. "Why do I have ta walk someplace?" Katsura chuckled, wrapping his arms around Gin's neck, making the man stop walking. "Can't I juss stay 'ere?" His words slurred together and Gin tried to undo Katsura's hands, but it was as if they were locked in place.
'Damn Jouishishi! Why do you have to be so strong?' Gin cried in his head.
"you can, but you have to be able to walk!" gin said quickly.
"I can wa…Walk fine… err…" Katsura rested his head on Gin's shoulder. "I feel horrible!" He cried.
"Ah! Bathroom is that way!" Gin wailed, pointing over his shoulder.
"…N-Not 'ike that." Katsura shook his head.
"…I didn't…know you drank actually…" Gin laughed nervously from being so close to the Bakudan ma.
"Anyone…'an drink. If you got sorrows you got sake~" He Chanted.
"okay okay, I get it. Sorrows and Sake… Why did you drink anyways….o-Oi! Zura!" Gin cried as his friend went limp in his arms. Gin dragged Katsura over to the couch and pushed him on it. Katsura was wearing his usual blue Haori, but it was more open than normal. Gin could see Katsura's chest. He stared at Katsura for a moment before sighing. "You're gonna wake up with one HELL of a headache Zura." Gin mumbled.
"…i…it's K….Kat…Katsura." Katsura whispered, brushing his hand against Gin's.
"Right. It's Katsura." Gin nodded, smiling lightly. He laughed nervously, walking to his room.
He jerked a cover from his bed and walked back out to the living room to see Katsura turned on his side, his hair covering his face.
"Good Grief, you'll scare me like that." Gin scolded, knowing the man couldn't hear him. He reached down and accidentally touched Katsura's lips. A shock rocked through his body as he quickly brushed the black hair from Katsura's face. Gin sighed, putting the cover over his friend. He watched Katsura relax and smile slightly at the comfort. Gin rubbed his head and walked from the living room, turning off the light.