Sukonbu Numbers
by Autumn Win-Dow
Dedicated to KidTantei, of whom I owe this fic to, and whose fics I kinda used as reference. Sorry it isn't explicitly Okikagu. :(
"The big prize for the raffle is five hundred shipments of sukonbu!"
"Shut it, old man!"
"Don't you see that no one really cares- ow! What are you doing on the ground, little girl?!"
The main attraction in the busy plaza was not the auctioneer's overwhelming voice and big movements, but the young Yato lying face first on the ground in front of the auction cart, drool coming out of her hanging mouth.
The booklets of raffle tickets in her hand were all but crushed in her shaky, tight grip.
I will win... he has to call out my number... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17...
"The winner is..."
...54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 61...
"Oops, sorry, I dropped it- it went down the drain!"
...93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100, 101, 102, 103...
"I have to go get it-"
"Are you serious?! Just pick another damn ticket, for goodness sake!"
...567, 568, 569, 570, 572, 573...
"But it has to be fair-"
"Is it worth swimming in shit for?!"
...pi, 2 pi, 3 pi, 4 pi...
"You're really going in? What the hell's wrong with you?!"
"We can't leave a dead body even when we know it's dead."
...e, e squared, e cubed...
"That has nothing to do with anything!"
"Think about how the poor ticket would feel..."
...square root of nine hundred and sixty four...
"...lying alone, dirty, in the darkness, listening to us arguing and wondering, 'Hey, when will you guys stop arguing and come rescue me from this dark, shit-scented abyss?' They can see the light above them, and safety to it is so close, yet so far-"
"Ugh- do what you want, old man!"
...ten fifths of a microwave, fifty sukonbu equals an entire day's worth of Kagura's happiness, uh-huh...
"Why does she have so many tickets?!"
"Hey, old man, how much did these tickets cost?!"
...a finger plus two nostrils equals Gin-chan, uh-huh...
"I've got the ticket!"
"What's the number?"
...my number, my number, my number!
"Five hundred and seventy one-"
"What the fuck is wrong with this raffle?!" Kagura leaped in rage, stomping aggressively on all of her invalid tickets, while pointing at the old auctioneer. "I'll smash you into bits, uh-huh!"
"The ground's shaking."
"A-And the winner is..."
"Bad luck, China."
Kagura's head snapped back towards the familiar voice, more than ready to smash the poor soul who had stolen the five hundred shipments of sukonbu from under her nose.
"Sadist! I'm gonna pull your nose hairs out!"
A/N: This is my first time writing a Gintama fic, so I apologise if it's lame, or OOC, or anything along those lines. Feel free to tell me if it is. :) I hope you enjoyed it.