Genre: Humour/Drama
Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama or any of the characters.
Time Reversal Arc
"Geez, I shouldn't have had that last parfait," Sakata Gintoki groaned as he dragged his feet to his futon. "It was just too much, even for a sugar addict like me."
A wave of nausea washed over him, leaving him breathless.
"I'm gonna puke," he realised, clutching a hand to his mouth frantically. He began to track back towards the doors he had only just closed a moment ago.
Another wave slammed him forcefully. He recoiled, sweating profusely.
I will never eat another parfait ever again… even if they somehow invent a mixture of double chocolate and double strawberry…
His vision was blurring. Everything was fading to black.
Gintoki keeled to the ground, motionless.
"Gin-san!" Shinpachi called, stepping onto the wooden floor. "Kagura-chan! I'm here!"
There was no reply. A glance at the clock only served to agitate him further.
"How could you guys still be asleep?" he demanded loudly, stomping through the corridor. "The time is two hours past noon!"
"Kagura-chan!" he yelled, whipping open the door to the cabinet shelf. "Wake u-"
A fist came roaring at him. Next moment, he was sent flying to the opposite wall.
"Who dares to interrupt my beauty sleep?" the fiery china girl questioned brusquely, eyes still closed. "Do you wish to die early? Is that what you want? I can do that for you, you bastard!"
Shinpachi struggled to take control of his own senses. It was a pretty hard task, considering the fact that a megaton punch had just landed on his face.
"Open your eyes before you swing your fist!" he protested, pushing his fallen glasses back onto the bridge of his nose.
Kagura slowly separated her eyelids from each other. She blinked for a few minutes before settling her gaze on a dishevelled figure.
"Shinpachi," she inquired curiously. "What are you doing, crumpled up and all?"
"That's what I will like to ask you," he replied exasperatedly, getting to his feet.
"Has Gin-chan woken up?" Kagura asked, hopping off her mattress.
"I don't think so," Shinpachi answered, heading in the direction of Gintoki's room. "To be honest, he did not look that well last night, did he?"
"That last serving of parfait did him in, yup." Kagura said, following him lazily. She picked her nose and flicked a booger into the unwary Shinpachi's hair.
They stopped outside their leader's room.
"Gin-san!" Shinpachi said loudly, pushing open the double doors. "It's time to wak-"
He simply paused there, a look of disbelief and amazement evident on his face.
"What's wrong, Shinpachi?" Kagura queried, poking a head in. "Did Gin-chan take a sh-"
Her mouth went gaping open.
They stared as a child of six or seven years turned away from the window to face them. With wavy, silver permed hair and a pair of half-lidded, red dead fish eyes, he was practically the miniature version of a certain individual.
The child treaded lightly, halting when he was right in front of them. Looking up, he opened his mouth.
"I'm hungry," Sakata Gintoki said, picking his nose. "Do you have any rice balls? They taste good."