A/N: Hi! So I finally made a new story~ And in which, it is quite confusing, though…

Warnings: OOCness, bad grammar, or spelling mistakes, and structure, and stuff.

Disclaimer: Hi, I'm not Bob and I don't own Bob, or Gintama.

The two princes

"Gintoki! A customer is here!"

"Ok!"

"Hey, Gin-gin, the cash register is broken again!"

"Yes sir…"

"Gintoki-chan! There is a spider in the cupboard!"

"Yes…"

The chaos in the usually peaceful café was unnerving. There were some people chatting, some ordering, the rest were laughing each other's head off. The waiters dashed here and there, sometimes stopping by the restroom.

Gintoki looked like an ordinary waiter, only too handsome for one. His skin was as white as snow, and as smooth as silk. His eyebrows slanted in a way that decorated his red eyes. The unique thing was that… he was far too expressionless for his own good. He did try to smile, but it came out as a smirk, which caused problems… and led to traumatic memories…

On the streets were marching armies of the royal palace. The prince has disappeared yet again, it seems.

The commander in charge of the whole palace army was nicknamed 'Grim Reaper', and only a select few knew what his real name was. He marched along the streets with his subordinates, going into every shop possible.

-Shop 1-

"Where. The. Heck. Is. The. Prince!" Grim menacingly shouted at a flower shop lady. The lady struggled to answer,

"I-I don't know, s-sir!"

-Shop 2-

"Where. The. Heck. Is. The. Prince!" Grim threateningly shouted at a shopkeeper again. The shopkeeper merely shrugged,

"Dunno!" he answered with a normal tone.

At the unusually busy café…

"Everyone! The guards are marching this way!"

"It's not like this is an illegal business, so everyone, act natural!" the manager reassured, minimizing everyone's fatigue.

When Gintoki realized that there were guard thumping outside, he quickly got alone with the manager and asked,

"Otose, may I leave early…? I have some business to attend…"

"Sure"

The silver-haired man then left the shop swiftly, eager to leave secretly before anyone saw him, but luck was rarely ever by his side, just at the corner of the café, the man bumped onto a purple-haired guy who dressed like a noble.

"Pardon me… Are you okay?" Gintoki questioned as he stood up and dusted his clothes off.

"… Your apology has been accepted," the stranger answered calmly, looking up from the ground and he started to stare intently at the waiter. Gintoki was… expressionless. His face wouldn't budge a bit even if he tried to smile.

"Have we met before…?" Gintoki asked, as straight-faced as ever.

"…That's a common pick up line, you know…" the unfamiliar man answered again, a bit taken aback by the sudden question. He formed a too perfect smile, almost forced.

"You are the prince, aren't you?"

"My, my, it seems that I'm quite famous," the latter answered with another perfect smile.

"Hmm… your smile seems so perfect that it feels a little… fake," murmured the natural perm out loud.

"Hahaha! It's the first time anyone said that to my face! I know they wanted to say it, but they were too afraid!" the prince laughed, amusement clear in his voice. He laughed so hard that you could almost hear the laughter at night.

"You are quite an unusual man yourself…"

"It's because my facial muscles don't move, I think…" the taller of both replied, reaching his hand out to help the prince get up. "So… what is the prince of the water doing in the region of ice…?

"You could tell which one am I? How amusing!"

"It is quite obvious, actually…"

"Come to think of it… This place sure is peaceful," the water prince stated, looking around cautiously. He noticed the questioning look on Gintoki's face. "In my country, there would be a lot of assassins."

"You mean the killer-for-hires?"

"Yes indeed," the purple-haired man answered, taking a hold of the other's hand.

"Must be tough to be such an important person, huh?" the silver- haired man stated with a straight face, which would usually be referred to as 'ice face' by his comrades.

"Yes indeed… So what is your name, dear stranger?"

"Isn't it more polite to introduce yourself first? Well anyways, my friends call me Gin."

"It's interesting how you can say that to a prince, you know that the prince has the most authority, right? Ah yes, I am the water prince, Takasugi, just call me Taka."

Suddenly, both men heard a rumble, like that of a thunder.

"Where. The. Heck. Is. The. Prince!"

"Che… Let's run along, prince!" Gintoki shouted as he grabbed the latter's hand tightly and ran far away from the rampaging train. They escaped safely into a nearby cottage and laughed cheerfully.

"That was so much fun!'

"You should've seen Grim's expression, prince Taka!"

"So… what are we going to do…?

Without their knowledge, it had started to rain and a storm began. It seems like the rumble was a real thunder, no?

"Well… I guess we'll have to stay here for a while, prince…" answered the natural perm with an elegant bow. He lifted his head up and asked, "Is Takasugi your real name?"

"Yes it is~" hummed the water prince. "But it's just a nickname. It would be dangerous to tell a stranger my complete name, no?"

"Of course…"

They rested in comfortable silence until bright light started to creep trough the windows.

"…"

"The storm has slept, prince…"

"Indeed, so now we have to part ways? The assassins that are after me would've been swept by the storm."

"Understood, may the moon lighten your path."

"Ah, that's the greeting of the ice country, is it not? Then I shall pass on my greetings too," the shorter of both replied, nodding, "May the sun brighten your day."

The two exchanged glances before walking in opposite directions. The water prince returned to his country while the other returned to his palace.

-Ice palace-

"Gintoki! Where have you been?" Grim shouted angrily to his beloved prince. He is supposed to call the latter prince, but the silver-haired man refused with all his might to be called prince, and insisted that Grim call him by his other name.

"I went to the… restroom," the ice prince answered with his trademark ice face.

"The restroom? Yeah, right!" Grim ranted on, "No one would be able to stay in the restroom and think about something to do there for six whole hours!" Numerous veins started to pop on Grim's forehead.

"Well, I could do a lot of things in the bathroom, like cleaning the bath tub, cleaning the toilet, washing the towels, cleaning the bath tub-"

"You said that once already…"

"-cleaning the floor, cleaning the toilet, cleaning the sink, changing the curtains, replacing the shampoo and soap, cleaning the bath tub-"

"Twice…" Grim let out a big sigh. "You were watching the citizen's activities again, weren't you?"

"I am a citizen of this kingdom, Hijikata," the prince answered, emphasizing the 'am' as he made a swift run to the door.

"Not so fast, Gin~toki!"

The reaper grabbed his beloved prince by his cloak and threatened him, "If you escape, I will tie you up in your room and put shackles on your feet and put tombstones right beside you-" he paused to look directly at Gintoki's eyes. "-and the ghosts will haunt you night and day… night and day…"

The words "night and day" rang in Gintoki's mind like chants. He thought of the possibilities that would happen if his subordinates actually did it.

"I'm definitely dead…" the prince murmured silently.

A/N: In case of confusion, 'Grim' is actually Hijikata, and I had wanted to make him a little bit more mysterious, and sorry for all the mistakes, and please tell me if I made some. Thanks for reading, see ya (hopefully) in the next chapter (if I don't die of thriller rides)! One more thing, no flames please, really…