Warning: GinHiji meaning Gintoki x Hijikata meaning they kiss meaning they're cute together meaning they should live happily ever after ...
Disclaimer: Gintama? Not mine not mine not mine not mine not mine not ...
The First Snow Of The Year
'Toshiro…'
The straight black hair floats momentarily as the owner's head swivels to stare at the man who impudently called his first name.
'What do you want, perm head?'
A glare, a deep intake of grey haze into the lungs before the cloud of smoke mingle with the sharp cold air.
'N-n-nothing. It was nothing.'
Gaze averted, the silver perm fumbled with his words. Curious, the raven decided to probe.
'What is it? Don't call my first name by whim.'
Curious blue eyes match the piercing cold wind, sending shivers down his spine.
'It was nothing! Just practicing for when we're datin-…'
THWACK!
'Ouch, what was that for?'
A furious rubbing of silver sea of hair and the island forming in between.
'I'll do it every time you call me by my first name,'
Another wisps of grey cloud, the icy air did not go unnoticed. How could he tell him that he wanted to be closer to him?
'Ah, I think it'll snow tonight.'
The remark floated and disappeared much like the vanishing mists of their breaths.
The two kept their pace to their stride, heading somewhere yet nowhere; walking through life to wherever life will lead them.
Silence.
Another silence as they march on.
'…Gintoki…'
Barely a whisper, a hush that disappears with the mist formed by exhaled breath as soon as it was uttered.
The raven-haired leader hurried his pace, attempting to lose his follower as the colouring of his cheeks spreading its flame.
But the silver curls had heard, and through his whisper of a smile, he had easily caught up with the thoroughly embarrassed patrolling Vice-commander and grabbed his left arm, pulling him towards each other.
Warm lips met an icy one. Sweet residue met bitter ones. Hot breath met one another.
A kiss, a soft kiss.
'I'll do it every time you call me by my first name,'
It was the only reply the angry blue eyes had received as the both of them parted.
Slivers of white ...
The two soon looked to the sky as touches of icy fingers melt upon their noses, the two recognised it as the first snow of the year.
A/N: kyaaa,... I'm just a big blob of romantic dope for writing this rather than hot mansex. lol. Sorry... :P