Pairing: Gintoki x Takasugi
Chapter rating: T
Disclaimer: GinTama and all of its characters belong to Sorachi-sensei and please always let it be that way. THANK YOU SORACHI FOR CREATING THIS CHAOTIC MASTERPIECE!
A/N: Hey everyone! Emo is BACK after the longest break EVER. Yeah, I've had some issues in life and I was struck by a real bad case of writer's block. Like, really bad. It wasn't just limited to fiction-writing but actually school work too in some cases. If any of you wish to know, yes I WILL eventually finish 'Nightmares'. At the moment it's just too much for me to handle - I've had a down period where I shut myself in after a lot of things went wrong and, well... it just got too close.
Anyway, this is the first GinTama-fanfiction I'm putting up here. To be honest, I have a bunch of others I worked on before my writer's block, but there's a good reason why this is the first one I publish. That reason is a good friend of mine, Niko, who came up with the idea for this fanfiction. Thank her if you like it, because if she had not inspired me, I don't know when I would have gotten around to start writing again. THANKS NIKO! I LUFF U, U WONDERFUL PERSON!
Onto the story then. Yes, it's a highschool AU, but it's not really related to 3.z. Also, I'm having way too much fun bullying the GinTama-characters all the damn time, ESPECIALLY Gin-chan. It naturally happens when you cosplay Takasugi, trust me~
Right! Enjoy the story!
Karma Strikes
Chapter 1
Trouble comes when you least expect it to
Would life not be way easier if it was like in a shonen manga?
The thought crossed Gintoki's attention-drawing (the wrong kind, sadly) silver perm head while he flipped over on a new page in the newest edition of 'Shonen Jump'. Yes, this was his fourth time reading through it, but he would never tire of seeing Luffy kick some ass and-
SLAM.
His eyes drifted from the epic pirate adventure before him and over to the ruckus at the table next to his own. Why, oh why, had he been placed next to this kid?
"Oi..."
Most students would have been just slightly intimidated at having the grumpy student council (or, as the students called them, the 'school police') president, Toushirou Hijikata, stare at them with the face of a pissed off demon. If that did not make them wet their pants, his group of thugs was easily enough to make anyone shit themselves.
But not the emo kid.
No, he showed absolutely no sign of having even noticed the menacing presence. His legs were crossed and on the table and his nose buried in a book which, judging by his flat expression, did not interest him in the least.
Eventually an intelligent emerald eye took note of the fuming president, although there was no muscle movement on his face. Closing the book, he stared at Hijikata in silence like an animal taking measure of its foe.
"You're the one that started the fire in the bathroom earlier."
It was not even a question, but a flat out statement. Emo kid only smirked back upon being faced with the accusation.
"Who knows?"
The witty response was swiftly countered by Hijikata reaching for the other, grabbing his shirt and yanking him off the chair which fell to the ground. If looks could kill the kid would be six feet under already, but Gintoki figured that he was immune.
"Don't play smart with me!" Hijikata snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "I've got my eyes on you and one of these days I will catch you red-handed."
"But as of now you have no proof." The kid's reply was cool, but in it was a challenge. "You all must be pretty useless if you can't even catch the culprit of such an obvious crime."
"Why you-!"
"Hijikata-san, please calm down!"
One of the less intimidating members of Hijikata's gang jad grabbed the arm which the president had raised for a punch. Though he still seemed furious, he did lower his fist, much to the amusement of the source of his anger.
Gintoki could feel cold sweat roll down his neck and forehead. Discreetly packing his magazine away, he figured that he ought to do as roughly 90 percent of his classmates and get the fuck out.
"Oi, you."
His heart dropped all the way into his feet as the president turned to him. Pretending not to hear, he continued to gather his things. The sooner he could scurry off the better.
"Yorozuya, I'm talking to you."
Yes I know and could you please not?! I'm not a part of this!
While the desperate voice sang in his head, he turned to Hijikata with a strained smile on his lips. The situation was gradually getting out of hand.
"Ah, Oogushi-kun!" he laughed, trying to spot a way out of the mess he had gotten into. "You heard about the business I see."
Fuck.
"You bet I did." The grin Hijikata wore was the most unnerving thing Gin had seen since accidentally witnessing one of his teachers, Kondou, in all his naked glory. "You deal with other people's problems, right?"
Shit.
"Well, you could say that..."
I'm so screwed.
"Good. Deal with him, then."
Hijikata roughly shoved the shorter male towards Gintoki, giving him one last death glare. This was not happening. No way. Nuh-uh. NOPE!
"Umm, Hijikata-kun...?" Gin tried in his most flattering voice. "Not to be a spoilsport but... you can't do that to an old friend, can you?"
"Guess what? I did. And we've never been friends."
"When did you receive the authority to-"
"Just gave it to myself. New rule, I can do that."
Grimacing at his old acquaintance, Gin stole a look at his new issue at hand. His indifferent behavior made it clear that this was way beyond Gin's capability to handle.
"I think I'll pass on that job-"
"Oh, another rule. If he gets in trouble so do you. You're accomplices now. Deal with it." Hijikata did not spare either of them a look before he left the room. "And good luck or whatever."
A moment of awkward silence passed as the two males was left in the classroom. As their eyes finally met, a shiver went down Gintoki's spine. Somehow, combined with that sinister grin, the look in the boy's eyes was far scarier than Kondou's private parts (which were truly horrifying indeed).
Dear Lord, please spare a seat for me up there. I don't think I'm gonna survive this ordeal!
That was how he, Gintoki Sakata, ended up having to live with the headache and bitter aftertaste in his mouth that was Shinsuke Takasugi.