A/N: This is my very first attempt at writing a Gintama fan fiction. I am crazy over GinTae, and I love them as individual characters.
I would like to thank my sisters in our GinTae family who have been very encouraging and supportive. I really enjoy talking to you about Gintama, especially about GinTae, and I am glad to have found people who share the same level of passion as me about this awesome pair.
I hope that you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you very much!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama. Only a genius like Sorachi Hideaki-sensei can create a wonderful story like this. ;)
The setting sun paints a crimson hue on the vast summer sky, with its remaining sun rays illuminating the face of a slender figure standing on a big branch of ginko tree while holding a pair of small binoculars. With gaze fixed on a rundown storehouse several meters across the tree, the hakama-clad figure gasps in horror when she spots what she has been looking for. On a small window, she sees the target of her mission – a silver perm man whose head is hanging down, his upper body stripped naked and bloody. His hands are spread out, each tied to a pillar. His white yukata adorned with blue swirly patterns are now splattered with blood stains. Furious, she shifts the focus of her vision on the ruckus in front of the unconscious silver-headed man. She can hear boisterous laughter and loud bickering coming from what seems to be a group of rowdy drunken men. Stoked, she gets down from the tree. She picks up her long bladed weapon on the ground and grips the handle of another weapon tucked in her hakama's belt. She then rides onto a silver and black motor scooter.
With eyes burning with fury, Tae Shimura grips the handle bars, revs up the engine, and hisses, "Wait for me, Gin-san! These bastards will have hell to pay!"
A/N: That was a bit short… I'll make it up in the second chapter. Again, thank you for reading!