Blue Lilies
I really like this pairing a lot, and I guess as unpopular as it is it probably won't have any reviews or readers since Gintama is not very popular in America, but what can I say? I wrote this for my Chinese forum thingie in KamuixOkita. It's in English, and recently since I have gotten an account, and this was written, I just think I should post it. Very fluff, shotas of young age. If someone ever reads this, I hope you like it, and will be honored to have a review. :D
Thank you. Please enjoy.
"Where is your sanctuary?"
"A flock of beautiful blue lilies within the grass lands."
His likes the color blue.
Blue.
That means a lot, for he likes all kinds of blue.
Baby blue, electric blue, sky blue, ocean blue, Carolina blue, Navy blue, midnight blue, Yale blue, azure blue, royal blue, sapphire blue, steel blue, Maya blue, Alice blue, Air force blue –
He can go on and on about these wonderful color in different shades and their names, but he won't, because Mistuba-san is calling him for dinner.
He ran past the grass that's fresh green in the summer; the sky is blue, like usual, that makes him happy. He jumps and crawls along the way, his light-brown flying like butterflies with the wind, the grass tickling his feet.
"You're all dirty again Sou-chan. Take a bath after dinner, okay?"
He nods happily as he eats the sushi, and watched his dear older sister put extra wasabi on hers. He loves his sister. He loves her because she loves him, and because they have only each other, as all their other family members has passed.
"The sky is really blue today."
"Yes. And there are no clouds to block the beautiful color! Isn't that nice?"
"Uh-huh!" He's happy, because his sister and him share the same love toward the color blue. It's the most beautiful and pure color in the world, so gentle and clean, it makes him happy. It calms him down when he stares at it.
But he doesn't like his own eyes, no. They were red, bloody, stingy roses red. It's a symbol of hate and violence. He hates his eyes, but when his sister looks at him with the same eye, he sees the most loving someone can give him, as he was not a popular kid among the other children. He tries to be friends with them, but somehow he just ends up making them cry and pick on them. He would laugh at their face, but feel guilt and sorrow inside.
"Don't eat too fast Sou-chan." Older sister patted his back as he ate, chocking a little.
"How are the flowers?" He asked.
"Oh, they're growing great. " She smiled. "I will show you after you take your shower, okay?"
He nods again, and gets more sushi.
He likes the flower lily.
Lily.
He likes the white lilies, which Mistuba-san grows, for he thinks the purest color other then blue is white. He can't say much about flowers in general, but he does know loads about lily, when they bloom, how long their life span is, how to nurture them. He can go and go about how you grow healthy, wonderful lilies, but he won't, because he has to take a shower and Mistuba-san is filling bathtub for him.
Mistuba-san closes the bathroom door. He's 8 and he's a big boy, so he takes baths alone. The wooden bathtub is filled with warm water while white steams floating out. He steps in, strip naked, and begin to wash his hair, which is muddy and sweaty, same as his skin.
People say he looks like a girl, which he takes as a huge insult. He and Mistuba-san share the same eyes and hair and similar features, he's not ashamed of it, no, for he thinks his sister has the most wonderful smile. But sometimes he feels a little sad and insecure, and he wondered why he couldn't look like a normal boy with perhaps slant-eyes and hair that's not so soft and ethereal like girls. When other boys call him a girl, he would beat them up badly, get scolded, and feel only guilty when Mistuba-san has to go apologize to their parents.
He's proud of the fact that he's very talented at swordsmanship. The name of samurai spirit and bushido is popular even at where he lives, which is the countryside.
Finishing up washing, he is feeling rather refreshed. He dries himself with the fluffy light blue towel; he hugs the towel and sniffs it. It was dried and washed today, he can tell, because it smells like the soap Mistuba-san always uses and had warm feeling of sunshine. He slips in his clothes and slippers, run out of the bathroom to the garden of beautiful lilies and his sister.
"Your hair is still a little wet Sou-chan." Mistuba-san patted his head lightly, a bit of scolding tone but mostly love. He shrugs and says oh well, then looks at the flowers.
"The lilies are growing great." She said happily.
They certainly were. With the nightly gentle rains of summer, warming sun and rich soil of the countryside, it just can't go bad. The flowers gave of pleasant scent of bland, and the long bright green stems and beautiful white buds showed grace and purity. Mistuba-san has already cut some stems out and held it in her arm, and is going to put it in the flowerpot.
He bends down and kissed the flower, they were soft and had a nice sensation when you touch it. People often said his skin were like flower buds, white and silky. He flutters his long eyelashes, imagines himself as a butterfly as he ran through the lilies, watching the sky as he goes.
The flower of sacred purity of lily, and the color of clean and sorrow of blue.
Alas, that is his happiness.
* * *
He chased the stupid boys that yelled to him "You're such a girl!" when he actually won the game of battling crickets. The boys howled and cried all the way home, he ran off as soon as they reach their yard. Still angry, he remembered the thing he had to do. Run his way through the grass; reach the cool woods with leaves blocking the boiling sun.
He's not wearing shoes, so the dirt and the rocks on the ground kind of hurt his feet, but he bear it. The birds are singing, the he sees the usual butterflies and squirrels and rabbits, seems to get use to his presence. There is a place even his dear sister does not know, for he wanted to be a little selfish, to keep the place to himself. He knows he is near now, he knows this little road too well.
There it was.
The pond in the middle edge of the forest was calm with couple fishes inside, swimming freely. The sunlight that escaped through the elaborate leaves glittered in the cleanse water like small pieces of gold. It was a beautiful place. The water was amazing blue with also the sky when he did look up. He's always calm when he is here, he feels with in nature. But today it was different, however. There was some already there, foot in the water, sitting. He noted that the person had bright, pink hair, braided neatly in to braids. The person's clothing, too, definitely Qipao. The China licks fit nicely in, he thought. But someone invaded his secret place, and he cannot forgive that person for it.
"Oy, you!"
He yelled louder then he expected and his voice rang through the whole forest. Filled with malice and dislike, he thought this person, girl or boy, he could not tell, is probably Amanto. No normal person would have hair like that. He doesn't hate Amanto, they didn't think of invading the countrysides, and he's glad, but he heard they killed many humans. He also doesn't like girlish boys. Perhaps it was just because he was often called one.
The person turned around, slow motion.
It was boy, or a girl, he still was not sure, for the person's smile made the very own eyes turn into lines. A sort of weird smile, if you ask him.
"Yes?"
Now he's sure this person is a boy.
"You're in my private space." He said savagely, and rather a courageous tone for the little brat looked slender and weak.
"Oh?" The boy's mouth opened a shape "o'. "Does this thing have your name on it?"
"No." He said, now a little angry. "But I found it first."
"How would I know that?"
"Because!" He was yelling again. "I never seen you around the villages! And you're Amanto!"
He said the last sentence in sort of voice in disgust. Though the boy did look very human, and very pretty human.
"How do you know I'm Amanto?" Not exactly admitting that he is one, but merely phrasing the sentence.
"Your hair."
"My hair?" The boy now tilts his head. "If pink is a weird color for hair, then you have strange color for eyes too." The boy had a little admiring when he said this. "Red eyes."
"I bet your eyes are probably red too!" He said angrily. "Just to go with your hair!"
The boy's smile widens, and opens the mystic color eyes for the first time.
His own eyes widen.
He looked into the boy's eyes. He saw the most beautiful, wonderful color. His favorite color in the whole entire universe, in the most elegant shade.
Ocean blue.
He forgot all his dislikes on the boy, he doesn't care the boy invade his space or is a stupid mean person or is Amanto. The boy has blue eyes, beautiful, clean blue eyes. And that's all it matters.