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Ch 1: Never drink on an empty stomach
'Ughhh.....'
The headache felt like something sharp and thick was drilling into either side of his head, turning his brains into a mushy pulp. With extreme difficulty, Gintoki managed to persuade his aching body into a sitting position, painstakingly, an elbow at a time.
He tried to open his eyes but invisible weights had attached themselves to his eyelids. 'Fuck,' he mumbled as blinding sunlight pierced his eyeballs like a bunch of needles. He was used to the occasional hangover after a drunken fest, but it was never as bad as this. Besides, he usually made sure to get back to the Yorozuya before dawn, in case the little red-haired brat who lived in his closet needed feeding. Gintoki might act like he didn't give a rat's ass, but he actually made a pretty good nanny sometimes.
'Where the hell am I anyway?' he muttered aloud. This was definitely not his bedroom nor any part of the Yorozuya flat. The walls were garishly pink adorned with tiny hearts that made his blood curdle. Crap, Gintoki thought. Shinpachi is going to kill me. He could imagine it already: the bespectacled boy going into invincible 'Irritated Housewife' mode. It usually began with Where have you been?! We've been worried sick... followed by the inevitable Do you call yourself a responsible adult.... 3 potential clients already came and went because you weren't here. How are we going to pay the rent?! As a matter of fact, you've never even paid US!!...BLAH BLAH BLAH... YADDA YADDA... (Gintoki's brain normally shut down at this point of Shinapachi's lecture.)Determined not to let himself suffer, Gintoki decided to figure out where he was, then go straight home and try to slip into the house without either of his minions noticing.
The headache was showing signs of fading, though his brain still felt as mushy as the strawberry parfait he had yesterday. (He had had three. And three the day before. And three the day before that...You get the idea) God. What a mess, Gintoki thought. The floor was strewn with trash and random objects. Beer cans. Wine bottles. Bits and scraps of packaging. His shoes, his clothes, his cigarette stubs...
Hang on. I don't smoke.
With a sense of increasing dread, Gintoki turned his head around to look at the sleeping object next to him, under the covers. Prior to this, his headache had been so bad that he hadn't noticed the object's existence. It was completely hidden beneath the blanket, which was going up and down with the creature's steady breathing. Slowly, with mounting trepidation, Gintoki lifted the blanket, though he already knew what was inside.
It was Hijikata, and he was completely naked.
Fuck.