I'm back with a Gintoki and Tsukuyo fanfiction this time! I know I should be working on some other things but the material for this couple just would not stop rolling. This story is set in an AU, similar to the 3-Z Ginpachi-sensei universe but not quite. I won't reveal the whole story, I hope you enjoy!

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She didn't want a man. Correction, she didn't need a man, and regardless of what others preached to her about the benefits of finding a worthy husband, Tsukuyo preferred her single lifestyle. Jane Austin and her anti-feminist ways be damned! No woman needed a husband to function and Tsukuyo continually worked to prove this point. She was an independent woman with a degree in law, a stable job, an above average income, and a quaint place to call her own. Years of hard work bore fruit to these accomplishments, and did she mention that this was done without a man's aid? Unbelievable right? Well according to her mother it was. Even if Tsukuyo pushed her nose to the stone more than humanly possible, her traditionalist mother would still refuse to accept the notion that her precious baby girl could both live and support herself alone. It was a ludicrous idea. And with every chance, Tsukuyo's dearest mother, without fail, would mention marriage in one way or another. Be it the " you're no longer a young flower anymore" conversation starter and ender, or the " I'm only looking out for your wellbeing" lecture, Tsukuyo, reluctantly, had heard them all. Now looking back on it, though, she much rather have her mother lecture her about the importance of a husband then her current predicament. At the very least Tsukuyo had the option of tuning out her mother's vexing voice. Not here though.

Tsukuyo frowned as she fidgeted in her kimono, the fabric foreign to her skin. So use to the comfort of her office clothes, she felt confined in the layers of silk. If Tsukuyo had a choice, she would have ripped those goddamn annoying layers away and thrown them in a furnace to burn. Extreme? Well yes it was a bit extreme to want to treat an innocent kimono in such a manner, but at the moment Tsukuyo's mind was occupied with other pressing matters, the biggest being the Omai she currently was forced to sit through.

The blonde impatiently tapped her fingers against the low lying table. Her partner was late, twenty minutes late to be exact, not that she was counting every second that is. Tsukuyo released a heavy sigh, how in the world did she get dragged into such an ill fortunate situation? An Omai of all things, she didn't even want to get married! But then the image of her mother appeared, damn her and her meddlesome ways. She cursed under her breath, if Tsukuyo did not love her mother half as much as she did, then this Omai would have never taken place. Her mother practically dropped to her knees and begged. How could she say no to that? And being the softhearted person that she was,Tsukuyo reluctantly agreed. Assuring her mother of her attendance and staying for the entire duration were two different things though and Tsukuyo was not waiting on a man who was twenty one minutes late and counting. What a great first impression this person was leaving, but at this point Tsukuyo actually wanted the person to be two hours late so that they would never met at all. How nice would it be if that could happen? But as that thought finished the tatami door quietly slide open and in entered a stoic looking, silver haired man.

" Sorry for being late, you know stuff happens." He said in an unapologetic voice. The man took his seat across from the blond and acted as if he wasn't just strolling in twenty two minutes later than the designated time. Tsukuyo's frown deepened. She, with great certainty, disliked this man. It was going to be a long hour and thirty eight minutes, staying any longer then the obliged time was out of the question for her.

The two Omai partners sat in silence, neither willing to be the first to break it. Tsukuyo studied the man's face. Handsome was a far fetch description of his lifeless face. While she held no specific qualms towards anything in particular, she did note that his eyes reminded her of dead fish. She knew that it was odd to compare the eyes of a human to those of a fish but the more she stared at the intolerable silver haired man, the greater the impression those dead fish eyes imprinted upon her.

"You know a picture lasts longer so you can stop staring at my beautiful face now."

Tsukuyo immediately turned a bright shade of red. Not only did he catch her staring, that was a given since she was not practicing any discrepancy, but he dared call her out on it. This man had no common sense, let alone any tact!

" I wasn't staring." She said with the steadiest voice she could muster. Normally she handled unpredictable situations well, that was the basis of her job anyway. A courtroom was a battleground, after all, she would not show any weakness there nor here. However, in front of this man, the iron façade she learned to build over the years, crumbled to the ground. It was because he was too unbelievable, that had to be the reason.

The silver haired man raised an eyebrow, " Whatever you say. The name is Gintoki, by the way, nice to meet you potential marriage partner."

Recovering herself the best she could, Tsukuyo wore her best poker face. " My name is Tsukuyo. And I want to let you know, off the bat, that I have no intentions of getting married. What so ever."

Gintoki stood up and flattened the wrinkles from his pants. " Well that's great, you made my life so much easier. And here I thought I would have to think of a way to gently break it to you that I am not interested. " He grabbed his coat from the ground." If you don't mind me, I have someplace to be. I am a busy man."

Tsukuyo stared at him with her mouth gaping, this man was a lunatic!

" What?! You made me wait 22 minutes only to tell me that I'm not your type?!"

He sighed, " I knew letting women down would be hard. Damn that Otose, I told her so."

Tsukuyo bolted up, " Now you listen here. It's ME that's not interested in YOU." She said pointing her finger at the surprised man. " And I am going to be leaving first, you can sit here and wait like you made me do, bastard!" She spat out angrily. She then stormed out the room. That man was infuriating, he caused her to become fuming mad. Who did he think he was? She was the one not interested in him, and he should have been grateful that he was even allowed to be graced by her presence. She stopped at the entrance of the Omai building and inhaled a deep breath. Calm down she told herself, you are never going to see the man again anyway. Tsukuyo glanced backwards, not expecting anything in particular, but then she saw him in the window of their second floor room. Their eyes locked for a second. She scrunched her face in a scowl and stuck up her middle finger at the man, then she quickly turned away. Screw his pompous ass!

Gintoki is quite a charmer isn't he? I hope you guys liked that first chapter. I don't plan for this to be too ridiculously and assuming that its a romance story you readers can predict how this may end, should I add a tragic plot twist? I'm kidding, or am I? I hope you guys enjoyed anyway!