Prologue: Because Everybody Just Hates Seeing Another Fanfic With The Same Style…

By: GintamaLover05

Once Upon a China Girl…I wrote a fanfic.

It wasn't anything particular, more like a spur of the moment with unsafe protection of the criticisms that came. And surely they did. I can actually remember the day I met my first Critic. A laid-back guy carrying the struggles of a middle-aged man. He denies my accusation, but the look in his gramp eyes say otherwise. That critic's name you ask?

Abuto.

Abuto-the old man Yato. No? How about…

Abuto-the lazy oaf. Too harsh? Ok then why not…

Abuto-the old oaf gramp Zoro. See I think that's just perfect, it even references how he's the vice-command of his odor-smelling ship.

Anyways, I was simply typing my fanfic one day when oaf Abuto, just had to barge into my serect spot. The shower.

"Ah!" A small shout echoed across the tiled walls. An old man Abuto raised his hands in shock when seeing a seventeen and a half year-old girl typing away on her laptop in the slippery-dry dip of the tub. Yes, I was clothed.

"W-What are you doing here" He asked frazzled in realizing it was me. I was fully clothed, while he on the other hand only displayed a yellow towel, covering the part no youngling would ever wish to see.

Maybe that was the possible reason he was such a critic? My eyes only glanced at him from my screen in just a few seconds, "Typing…what happened to your clothes? Did your dream of finally joining Kill La Kill just happen or were simply just-having a good time?"

The Zoro only looked at me with mild frustration, grasping onto his shower supplies, "Taking a shower obviously. Kids these days, they just really have no respect for their elders do they?"

"Nope." I answered even if the question wasn't aimed towards me.

I continued to type away forcing Abuto to become somewhat nosy. He put his shower supplies on the mold-patched sink and leaned over me, "What are you doing?" I was about the protest when he shoved my head away just a little to look at what was on my screen.

"Hey!-"

"Don't tell me…." His withered eyes followed the words of my narrative genies (garbage). "Don't tell me your…."

"I'm not!" I shoved my head against his arm, forcing it to push away. I looked at him with the rims of my eyes widen as if a culprit had been spotted. The base of my cheeks became flustered, but of course I couldn't show him that!

"Don't tell me you're writing a fanfiction…" Abuto looked at me with an expression that couldn't easily be defined. Part of it seemed in pure shock, another part clouding a darkness above his head, and one part containing just his usually no-pizazz self. "A fanfiction with an inserted OC…"

I frowned at him, "So?! What if I do?! I didn't hear any illegal about tha-"

"A fanfiction that has to do-"His fat finger then pointed to one word on my screen, "With the Commander himself." My eyes shifted from Abuto to the screen-the screen to Abuto-Abuto to-I slid the shower curtain between us.

I couldn't see Abuto himself, but I could see his dark figure behind the plastic rubber-ducky pattern shower curtain. He was leaning against the sink's counter when I heard him let out a big oaffy sigh, "A fanfiction about the Commander huh? Can you really call that creative at all?" My focus tries to shift back to the word document before me, but my ears can't help but listen in. "He's rarely made a appearance thought the whole series, making him easy writing material for people to take control of. They can simply make the excuse 'oh well he only appears like ten times so I wouldn't know…' Then they could do anything they want with him-maybe even me." Abuto paused for a long moment then continued on, "You know there's like fifty fanfics out there with the same style your making." I begin to type random words just override his voice. "There all the same-some OC girl finds herself with the Commander and falls head over heels for him, though I'm not sure what in the world girls would find in him." I type in a faster pace. "Seriously, what do girls even find in that killing twit? Whatever it is, it goes way over my head." Nope, just going to ignore him, simply going to ignore him- "And usually if it isn't a girl the Commander goes for then it's Takasu-"

"I know Abuto!" My voice yelled, surprising both me and him. However, he made me mad so I continued to speak, "So what if there's like fifty other fanfics about girls going for him? Huh?! Like sure there's ones with a lovely OC who should really just be with him, but Gorilla Author just hasn't accomplished that yet; and sure there's fanfics with characters like me who are weak but have a weeaboo passion for games or anime, but you know what! Maybe I-Maybe I…." The tone of my voice lowered, "Maybe your right….maybe I am making a mistake." I slowly slid the shower curtain back open to see an almost-naked Abuto just staring at me, "What if I make a story and they think I'm coping them? I really haven't read the other fanfics, so I wouldn't know, but still- what if they get mad?" My body sinks further in the tub, where I find my head leaning against the curve of the tub, "I really don't want to offend anybody, it's just…" My eyes closed, away from Abuto, away from the computer, away from the world as I entered the realm of my mind. If there was one thing I could hold, it was truth. "Whenever I see Kamui, I get a glittery feeling. I know he's a psychotic killer, and that there are many powerful girls out there who could just easily catch his heart-but-I feel like-I dunno." I take a deep breath and look into my mind, "Whenever I see him smile I feel like I'm not alone." A little bump touches inside my chest. "Kamui is someone I can re-"

"You know I haven't been listening to you right?" Abuto suddenly interrupted.

My idea realm melted away as reality came back to me. I found myself looking towards him with the most questionable/frustrated look, "What?"

"Sorry little miss, I got a update on my Nintendo Dogs account, so I had to check it out." Abuto suddenly showed me his ancient-old red DS with a little yellow Labrador running on the screen. "I now have the capability to feed him-"

"WHERE DID YOU GET THAT FROM AND WHY DID YOU BRING IT HERE OF ALL PLACES?!" Though I guess I brought my laptop so…

Abuto was about to answer when suddenly a knock echoed from the door. Both our ears picked up as our eyes aimed toward the door. "Fanfiction Author-Chan, are you in there?" Oh poop scoops…

It's Kamui (Aka: the Commander).

I gave a panicked look to Abuto while the older man was trying to save and shut off his Nintendo Dogs account. I can't let Kamui know I'm here! He'll come in here wondering what I'm up to and then become nosy, and if he reads this…. –I quickly look at Abuto as he closes his DS case then yell in my most horrible drunker manly voice, "No Commander it's me."

Abuto looks at me with utter disbelief before changing his emotion to solemn furry. I only mouth the words, "If he reads this I'll tell him about that one day you snoozed off" Abuto's face became that of a small panic before he nodded in agreement.

"Abuto?" Kamui questioned.

He faced his body to the door while glancing back at me. I gave him a thumbs up before sliding the rubber-ducky shower curtain across the tub to hide me inside. Abuto spoke, "Yeah it's me Commander."

"Really? Cause it sounded like Luna was in there." Kamui asked with his casual cheery voice muffled behind the door.

"Neh it was just me. I was about to take a shower-"

"I need you to do something Abuto." Kamui quickly interrupted. I could feel Abuto's utter disappointment fill the air as he realized he wasn't likely taking a shower today. "Were going to land on the planet Serenno(1) in a few minutes, so we'll have to give the usual daily report." Kamui's tone went flat towards the end.

I swear I could hear Abuto groan as he began to pick up his non-daily hygiene supplies from the counter. His shadowed head looked back towards my direction, probably muttering the usual curse words. His big feet treadle back to the door, leaving the bathroom he saw as his only sanctuary. I tried to contain my laughter, yes it may be rude and I do really feel bad for Abuto, but watching his struggles is sometimes like watching clumsy cat videos. My ears listened as the door opened and closed allowing my pale fingers to joylessly type in clam and peace. The story's finally been getting into depth with my OC (who's surely not me) facing a dire situation between accepting the past she once knew verses the path unfolded. Will the Commander become an important role in her decision making? And what will happen when she finds herself alone with him one night?! My mouth forms a big grin while my fingers steadily type the climax. Now or never she will!-

The door creaked open.

My pale fingers immediately froze in place while my head snapped in the direction of the door. Abuto? Was he able to come back somehow? My mouth opened ready to make a joke when the shadowed figure came more into view.

This couldn't be Abuto…whoever this person is, he's defiantly smaller than Abuto. His figure isn't as clearly defined meaning he's wearing clothes and his arms are thinner than Abuto's. The only other feature I can define behind this shower curtain is his hair. Compared to Abuto's it's shorter with straighter features tipping at the end of his chin with a cowlick sticking on the very top. Huh, the only other person I can think of with a cowlick like that is Kamui. Hey wait….

Oh Poodles-p-please don't let there be…

My eyes zoom to the shadow's shoulder where my fear unfolds. On that shoulder is a lock of hair-braided. Only one man has hair long and straight enough to be braided….Captain Kamui.

I quickly covered my mouth before a horrified gasp could lead to my doom. Oh my pickles and butters, KAMUI IS IN THE SAME ROOM WITH MY FANFICTION. I gotta breathe! Breathe! Think of the preggo women! THINK YOU'RE A PREGO WOMEN DAMMIT! My body is completely frozen-f-fearing that even if one bone moves I could wish my luck away of ever getting a PS4. That, and the fact that my sound is still on in my laptop, meaning that if an email decides to pop up….

I look at my laptop pleading for it to remain quiet when Kamui seemed to move closer. OH SHAM OH SHAM-He then stops. I sit there with my eyes looking like a deer's in a headlight. Kamui pauses for a moment till he suddenly moves back to the door. A wave of relief washes over me. Man I need to find a better typing spo-The door then suddenly locks. WHAT. Kamui's shadowy figure is now walking back… Oh my poodles…WHAT IS HE GOING TO DO TO ME?! I seriously want to throw up…

He gets closer and closer when he stops again. What?! What else can you possibly do to hide what I feel is going to really great or bad?!

Kamui's body turns to the right when I hear a little 'zip'. Wait what? What is he?...I look next to Kamui's shadow to see-a toilet. OH NO OH NO OH NO! Panic begins to crawl once more as I try to figure out what to do in this immensely awkward situation! I really don't want to be here! I really don't! I really don't want to sit here, having to listen to Kamui p-!

"Bing! You got mail!~"

A Gintoki style look from episode 265 appears on my face as my eyes can only gaze on my laptop's screen. Who the hell sent-

Suddenly I hear another little zip before seconds later, the rubber-ducky curtain that was giving my protection tore off from the rail. In front of me was a half amused half pissed Kamui gazing at me like Otae does before she goes on a rampage. I can only mutter out one word with the shake of my trembling lips, "H-Hi…."

He smiles as me, drawing fear to my inner core, "Fanfiction Author-Chan…what are you doing in the bathroom?"

I screamed.

It's currently 12:37 am, and here I am finally ready to click 'send' on the fanfiction page. I finally did it, I was able to write out a basic plot about some clumsy overanalyzing weeaboo girl (who is clearly not me) finding herself stuck with the Commander and his Oaf! Yassss-hey wait, isn't that just what Abuto had told me earlier. UGGGGGG….Darn poopies of chips how is this going to work?! The few Gintama fans scrolling through the fanfiction section will see this expecting the most down-to earth ultimate crack-neck story with some Naruto elements thrown in there! They'll want some hard-core action mixed with comedy while keeping in character to satisfy their lack of Kamui appearance the Gorilla Author has yet to fix! T-Tough d-don't take it to fault Gorilla, I do apologize. Y-you should take all the time you need…it's not as if were all secretly panicking that our favorite character's life m-might be in d-danger…

Anyways, what am I seriously going to do? It's now 12:50am and here I am ranting about my probs with the Vampire Knight Opening playing in the background while trying to force my eyes open. Do I send this? Do I send this to the depths of fanfiction where a bunch of readers will read this ignoring the review button even though there's a big fat box staring right at their faces? Do I send this knowing that Readers can lash-out on my OC, plot, or spelling mistakes because my Grammar-Sensei is seriously trying to hunt me down? And do I send this knowing that for some Jiggly-Puff reason the Author of Gintama can see this, completely judging and analyzing everything I wrote in a matter of 2,684 words? What if Abuto's right that this is 'just another fanfic?' I stare at the screen, eyes secretly burning in the back with a twitch in the fingers. I bite into my cheek…Maybe I shou-

My eyes catch a yellow post-it note sticking to the edge of my desk. Huh, when did that get there? My hand grasp the small note bringing it to my orb-witted eyes. It's from Abuto, in his crappy hand-writing. It says… "Hey kid, I know you were debating about your story or whatever, but I have real good advice for you-"Advice from a old-man? Guess It's worth the continue to read, "If you really want to spruce up your fanfiction from the others you can always add a lem-" I crumpled the paper, stood up, walked straight to my room's broken window, and threw it right outside.

I walked back to my seat, sitting in front of the computer once again, "Like that's gonna happen….Darn't what should I do?" I reach for the mouse when a email noise pinged on the computer. "Ah!" I jumped from the sudden noise. "Jeez, I really need to turn that off-" What the?... My eyes looked at the screen to read…

"You have successfully submitted your story! Hope you enjoy! :)"

My finger must of…..Well, maybe it's for the best. I lay back against the chair starting at the computer.

Let's see where the adventure goes shall we?

AN: Hi, so I've had this idea since September so….

(1) A planet from the epic Star Wars saga. There's going to be a-lot of Star Wars References in here.

But there's actually a real story to this, so keep reading unless you're a cool kid playing Fire Emblem. I'm thinking of changing the story to an M-rated one, but I'm still debating about it…so just know if you somehow like this story. So yeah…eat some pancakes and have a nice day :)