The Shinsengumi Games!
It's that time of the year again. Who will go home a winner and who will go home a loser? Read on to find out!
Gintama is owned by Sorachi, I just like to screw around with the characters.
First Gintama Fanfic, so if the characters are OOC, I am sorry.
Prologue:
It was a dreary day; gray sky, gray clouds and Vice-Commander Hijikata's gray mood. He was sitting on the floor and resting his elbow on the near-by table. His cup of tea was placed on the table; steam swirled in the air along with the smoke of his cigarette. With focus else where, First Commander Okita, marched in the room, playing a trumpet.
The far from musical notes played from trumpet took Hijikata out of his dream world and right back into reality. After marching around for a couple of seconds -that was how long it took the Vice-Commander to fully take in the sight of Okita walking around playing a trumpet, he shouted.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?"
"Hey, not so loud; I want to be herd," After answering in his usual emotionless tone, he continued to play the trumpet.
A quizzical expression passed over Hijikata's face.
"Do I want to know?" he asked again mostly to himself. Just then, Commander Kondo walked through in to the room with his idiotic grin on his gorilla-like face.
"Do you know what today is, Toshi?" Once he asked, his grin got bigger due the anticipation of wanting an answer.
In reply, Hijikata sighed. He dared to ask what was going on. First, Okita - of all people - marching around playing the trumpet (and no death-threat was involved). Second, Kondo being excided over something, wait that practically happens everyday so then only one thing, but still. But after a moment of almost awkward silence, the Commander said.
"The First Annual Games for the Shinsengumi! Or for short FAGS!"
Hijikata jaw dropped. He didn't know what was more moronic, the idea of the "Games", or the fact that Kondo was able to say it with practically a straight face. All he could do in reply was hit his face with the palm of his hand.
I did not sign up for this? He though with only the fear of what the rest of the day will hold.
Author's Note:
W-what d-do y-you t-think? Tell me if they were OOC please. I don't know about continuing, so I want your guys though on it. Please tell me what you think!
Reviews will be used to pay for Okita's trumpet lessons.
Thanks.