Warning: dark theme, out of character, hint of character death
Disclaimer: Gintama is made from 100% of Sorachi's diarrhoea
You're An Imprint On My Heart
'Hey, would you cry if I disappear?'
The icy breeze blow through the meadow and tousle the dark black hair. A sentimental question is casually posed in the vast empty meadow where green grass and blue sky meet on the horizon, the two mismatched individuals spread themselves to face the cloud and sky as the two ignored the cold autumn breeze that tickled their skin from time to time.
'Eh? Why would you ask that?' the silver perm did not turn, his tongue is continuously licking the icy pole without any sign for any considerate pause needed to reflect on the question.
The raven-haired only shrugged and slightly turn his head to the left to gaze at the red tongue poking out from a stupid face.
'I have no family left. Only Kondo-san and the people who came with me from the country can be called my close relations.' A slight pause. 'If I disappear one day, would someone cry?', 'Would someone care?', 'With this life, have I made an imprint in someone's heart?'
The blue eyes slowly closed and re-opened as he recounted his worry, a calm atmosphere settle between the two as they rest and the noise made by Gintoki's licking was the only sound that disturbs the quiet calm.
The silver samurai stared at the blue sky, letting the crunch of ice in his mouth to be his only answer although Hijikata does not seem to mind it; the two are absorbing the magnificent spread of scenery before them, reinforcing the small significance of their selves in the world.
'…I don't know,'
The late answer startled the raven head as he propped his head on one hand, switching his focus on the samurai who is enjoying his Popsicle.
'…-Does it matter? I won't let you disappear anyway.' The silver perm concluded; the red eyes never left the orange-coloured ice.
The dark black hair waved in the breeze as the owner showed a rare kind of smile; a chuckle seems to have almost passed from his lips.
'How selfish,' he remarked.
'Of course. It's the privilege for family,' the perm shrugged, licking his fingers in the process of savouring the leftover sweet residue.
'Family?' Hijikata quipped.
'You've done more than making an imprint in my heart. It's completely engraved with your name through and through. What other proof would you need to show that I'm a part of the family?' the dead-fish eyes stare at blue ones, opposing them in a straight-forward manner.
A small chuckle escaped from his lips as he rose from the grassy plains. In the process, he brushed his trousers and vest to straighten them from the crease, making his way to leave the wide meadow as the tinge of orange appeared in the darkening blue sky.
He then ruffled the sea of silver hair before leaving, reluctantly heading to a destination as dark as the colour of his own hair, as bleak as the colour of the uniform he wears, as dark an ocean blue as the turning twilight sky.
He could not let himself utter the word 'goodbye' as he makes his way to the battle that is his duty, the place of certain providence where countless demons have as easily, already disappeared before him without fail.
Nevertheless, a promise of their wayward love is imprinted and engraved in every corner of his heart; the precious organ that carry their promise will not stop beating nor yearning until it is time for the last intake of his breath.
A/N: Well, isn't that interesting? Procrastination definitely does weird stuff to my writing. Hope you guys enjoyed though.