Author's note: Before you start hopefully reading this fan fiction let me inform you that this is my first fictional story whatsoever and I'm not the greatest writer but we all know you learn by trying. So if anyone has some ideas on how to improve the storyline or my writing-style just tell me. And for the plot, I have it roughly in my head but I'm open to any suggestions from you guys.
(Bhahhaa..I always kind of keep it short, don't know why...)
Warning: BOYxBOY, language errors, swearing
Disclaimer: I'm don't own Gintama or any of other works I may name in this fic. Sorachi Hideaki, you are awesome *gives you a banana* ;)
Author's note: I edited this chapter a little bit.
Chapter One
Why won't good things happen to me, but bad things continuously do?
It was a perfect day in Edo. The sun was up in the sky all bright and sparkly and children were playing on the streets, a quite unusual sight for the Kabuki district. The peaceful sight would please any citizen, except maybe a certain Demonic Vice-Commander who was currently patrolling the very same town. Him being a workaholic, he actually appreciated working, or to be more precisely, fighting crime. Getting the town rid of its criminals with the Jouishishi on top of the list got him the chance to let out all his frustration and anger. But he relished having a match with a certain silver-haired Samurai the most for he was the first to compete with him on the same level of strength, if not further, but not that he would openly admit it. It would be too embarrassing because he and the perm-headed idiot, a nickname he used for the samurai among many other insults, both just hated each other that much. Just remembering the fact that the sugar freak would pop up wherever he went and butt into his work added to his rising frustration. Some might think they had similar beliefs and were very alike, good friends material even, but Hijikata strongly refused to be put on the same intellectual level as the sugar-addict.
Friends with that good-for-nothing? Dream on.
In his opinion they had nothing in common. That lazy freelancer couldn't be compared to his working self.
No! Absolutely not! Just watching him eat that sugary shit every single day makes me nauseous! He calls that food? Don't make me laugh!
But the first time they both crossed swords with each other, Hijikata comprehended that the silver-haired Samurai was strong, very strong. And different.
The words, the perm-head had said that time still lingered in Hijikata's mind, not that he wanted to reminisce them.
Hijikata swung his sword at the perm-head and got him by his shoulder giving him a long cut along the shoulder to the chest. But to his surprise the man still had a nonchalant face on, not displaying any signs of pain or agony. Not even a single curse or twitch.
It started to bother Hijikata, for he couldn't understand why the Samurai wasn't fighting back nor showing any kind of reactions. Hijikata had heard that the silver-haired guy in front of him used a dirty trick to beat Kondou-san, the reason why he was sparring with the samurai in the first place. But right now, fighting this very same person, he couldn't see any sign of dishonest actions. The guy hadn't even used the sword the Vice-Commander had lent him to fight with him.
Hijikata couldn't accept as true that, even thought he was aiming to take his life, this guy didn't even worry about it! And just when the samurai had the perfect opportunity to get the Shinsengumi officer he solely broke his sword, not harming the man in black at all.
The battle was over with the shattering of Hijikata's sword. The silver-haired opponent started to walk away with no further comment than "That's the end of that", holding his now bleeding shoulder with one hand to put pressure on the wound to prevent too much blood loss.
Hijikata felt insulted for being pitied. His pride didn't accept the other Samurai's behavior and he wasn't going to let him off that easily! No one messed with him and got away with it.
"You bastard, do you intend to show mercy?", Hijikata questioned standing up straight. He was pissed beyond believe at the silver-haired Samurai for not fighting seriously and not taking the chance to struck him, meaning Hijikata, down when he clearly had it.
"Mercy?", the natural perm stopped walking, "I don't have such thing. You fight when you want to protect something. It seems like you want to protect the Shinsengumi."
"To protect...", Hijikata repeated, then he looked straight at the silver-haired Samurai, "What are you protecting?"
The Samurai looked back at Hijikata and smiled.
"My honor."
And hence the samurai disappeared into the busy town, leaving one astonished Hijikata on the abused and broken roof.
That's the minute Hijikata realized it. He had lost. Lost to a man he acknowledged to be a worthy winner, even if it was hard on his own pride.
"Shoo, shoo! Go away you bloody recollections!", Hijikata muttered while swinging his hand in the air as if trying to shoo nasty insects or mosquitos away. He really didn't want to think about the silver-haired man, much less the fact that he had lost against the sugar freak! Why did the thoughts even come to his mind anyways? It's not like he wanted to keep those memories in mind. But then again, why did the idiot smile at him anyways? It hadn't been a mocking smile, but what had it been then?
No, no! Stop thinking about that bastard!
Trying to forget the irritating perm-head, Hijikata's thoughts flew to another person who pissed him off just as much as the perm- Not again!.
The thought reminded him about something thus Hijikata looked around.
Just then he noticed the lack of a certain sadistic brat that must have wandered off while he was too occupied with his cogitations, hence leaving the already slightly annoyed raven haired alone to do the patrol.
Stupid Sougo, where did you disappear off to all of a sudden? Damn lazy brat, must be sleeping somewhere ignoring me. He grimaced and lit up a cigarette, continuing walking through the streets.
Why is it so quiet today? It's too quiet-
*BOOM*
Hijikata's thought was cut off by an explosion right beside him, making him bend down and cough due to the smoke that was now emitting out of the hole that had arisen from the blast.
I should have known it.
While Hijikata's back had been turned, a boy in the same Shinsengumi uniform had shot with a bazooka at him.
"Goodbye, Vice-Commander. Why don't you suck on some mayonnaise in the afterlife?", the boy aimed again after missing the first time and shot at the already irritated Hijikata.
Hijikata however managed to dodge the second blow just in time as well. After straightening up from being bent down, he looked at his attacker, just to see a too familiar face.
Trust this guy to do stupid things!
"SOUGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Damn you Hijikata, missed again.", sighed the approaching voice. "Ahhh..Hijikata-san there you are, I was looking for you", said Okita Sougo, the Captain of the 1st Division of the Shinsengumi, in a bored voice. He was holding his trademark bazooka on his right shoulder that too gave off smoke, verifying that it was just used.
"Ne, Hijikata-san, don't slack off so much at work or you are going to get demoted from your position", he smirked.
"Oiieeeee, you little bastard! Just what do you think you're doing? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?", shouted Hijikata pointing his unsheathed sword at the Captain.
"Oh. No, no. It was just a joke. A joke! I'm always doing it, aren't I?"
"You are always trying to kill me?", Hijikata was slowly losing his temper. "Where the hell were you and where did you get that bazooka anyways?"
"What bazooka?", Sougo asked innocently, after quickly throwing the bazooka behind him, "What are you talking about Hijikata-san, could it be that by eating too much of your dog food your brain withered, making you see things that are not there? Maybe we should bring you to a doctor. But what if it is too late already?", shaking his head, Sougo unsheathed his sword," Then please, as your closest friend, let me end your suffering!" With that, he launched a blow at Hijikata, who just barely dodged it with his own sword. The clashing of swords went on for a few minutes until both of the Shinsengumi members were panting due exhaustion.
"Sougo, stop this nonsense! Have you totally lost it?" Hijikata gasped steadying his posture with his sword. "Take this job seriously and stop with your games!"
"When do I ever not take this job seriously? The only one I never take seriously is you, Hijikata-san!", smirked Sougo, sheathing his sword and dusting of is uniform of whatever dirt got on it.
"Why you little-", Hijikata muttered gritting his teeth in annoyance.
"Tsk, you are no fun. See ya, Hijikata-san, and if you love me, please drop dead", and with that the sadistic prince walked away and disappeared into an backstreet.
So much for a peaceful day, tsk.
Hijikata sheathed his sword and lit himself a new cigarette, the old laying on the ground partly used due to the recent battle. Taking a deep breath of the nicotine containing delight, he relaxed his body and continued his patrol for the day.
At around 6pm, the Vice-Commander returned to the Barracks seeing there were no incidents or activities of any of the wanted lawbreakers. So with nothing else to do, he made his way back thinking about the things he could postpone to tomorrow for he really was tired after today's difficulties. Who would have thought what was awaiting him at the Headquarters. Entering the main hallway, Hijikata frowned at the stares he got from his subordinate officers but ignored them. He really wasn't in the frame of mind to waste his energy on questioning the reason for their actions. He would just punish them in the morning for whatever it was.
Just get to your room and get some rest.
Passing the conference room he noticed something unusual. They had some guests according to the noise that could be heard even though it was quite late to still have someone at the Headquarters, but Hijikata didn't give it much thought until the door suddenly slid open revealing an overreacting Gori- ehhmm...Commander.
"TOUSSSSHI! Where have you been so long?", he cried out dramatically, arms spread-out to welcome his friend.
"Kondou-san, I was still on patrol. Is there something important you wanted to talk about with me?, Hijikata tried to be polite. Even if it is Kondou-san, I'm really not in the mood to do deal with anything right now…dammit, I need another smoke. Wait until you are in your room. Yeah, your room, where no one will disturb you.
"Well, about that. There is something significant someone would like to tell you-",
Kondou-san couldn't end his sentence because a person, female, threw herself at Hijikata, pushing Kondo out of the way in the process.
"Mayora-sama! Mayora 13-sama, it's really you! I'm like totally happy to see you again!", the girl smiled while hugging Hijikata nuzzling her head on his chest, eyes closed.
Hijikata froze.
No, no, no! This can't be happening! I made sure she would give up on me! I even worked with the Yorozuya bastard and pulled those embarrassing stunts, mayo! Just thinking about them gives me the creeps! So why, god, WHY in the name of mayonnaise is SHE here?
"K-k-kuriko. Nice to see you again...ha-ha...What are you doing here?" he stuttered forcing a smile which he utterly failed at. It was rather like a gloomy smile, really.
"I like totally missed you! But now that I know you work here with daddy, we will never be apart again! Our love has reunited us! Mayora 13-sama, I want you to marry me!", the girl, now identified as Kuriko, the Matsudaira Kuriko as in Matsudaira Katakuriko's only daughter, chirped happily.
Hijikata was horrified. Even dealing with Sougo and his sadistic games would be bliss right now. Anything but this...
"Ahhh-", before he could say anything, the Vice-Commander noticed a dark and evil aura that sent a chill down his spine. Opposite him stood the very 'God of Destruction' sending him a death glare that was just shouting 'Stop-touching-her-or-I'll-kill-you-NOW!' He seemed more like a demon than a human, with his eyes gleaming a light red and veins popping out on his forehead.
HELL NOOOOOOOOO! What did I do to deserve this shitty situation? Why is it my fault that your daughter is so clingy you old man! I'm the one who is suffering!
Hijikata knew better than to get on Matsudaira's bad side, heck anyone knew that! Police Superintendent Matsudaira Katakuriko had extremely violent tendencies, often seen wielding a pistol, or occasionally heavier weapons. His method of solving problems was to blow everything away using bazookas, tanks etc. And Hijikata certainly didn't want to end up blown away. No, he wanted to live a tad longer, at least longer than Sougo. He had sworn it to himself.
So the only solution Hijikata saw that moment was to faint.
Yeah, just lose your consciousness and you won't have to answer any questions, well at least not NOW.
*CRASH*
So he did just that and was out cold lying on the floor with a worried Kuriko shaking him lightly, a pissed of Matsudaira and a crying Kondo-san hysterically shouting for Toushi to wake up.
Tomorrow, he would need a lot of strength to deal with this...A LOT.
End Chapter one.
See ya next time ;D
I know it's a short chapter, but it was late.
And yeah, I used quotes and scenes from the manga for the story, because they are awesome ^_^ R&R!