Author's note: I do not own anything from Gintama. I'd really appreciate your reviews. This story is raw and unbetaed because writing for me is only under stolen time. This plot bunny has been bugging me for years. It may be sick, it may be twisted, it may be contrived, but to hell with everything! It must be written. Not sure if it turns out the way I hoped. Yes, I actually started a new story without finishing my current ones yet. Digging a deeper hole. Anyway, I hope this isn't too similar to my other fic, Mitsuketa. They always seemed subtly different to me in my brain at 2am. :)
Prologue: A Different Woman
"Dear mirror on my bedroom wall," the woman murmured despite being alone. She watched her reflection's fingers smooth her beautiful, blonde hair. "Am I now the fairest in this town?" That made her chuckle, her violet eyes shining with mirth.
Today, Saturday, marks a hopeful beginning.
Nothing will go wrong.
This can't hurt anyone. I won't allow it.
She slipped off her robe, watching her own nakedness projected on the glass. Slender feet and ankles, long legs with well-formed calves and shapely thighs, a modest hint of gold covering her front, wide hips contrasting with a small waist, large breasts topped with delicate nipples, and a graceful neck between her proud collarbones. Turning, she admired her broad bottom and smiled.
Her face had light scars that showed up in bright lights. They could be hidden by the darkness, just like the past that went with them. No one knew about anything. Those marks were outshone by her eyes, with streaks of violet and blue which she marveled at. Her lips were plump, pink... she would never ruin them by smoking. She blinked a few times, checking out her long eyelashes.
It was time.
If she does this, she will no longer be called another name. Gone will be the times he sees someone else but her. His mind will not wander elsewhere when they are together.
He will give her everything.
A beep signaled the twentieth hour. She was exhausted, but everything has fallen according to plan. The rest must be conserved for later.
She will sustain it. For the sake of happiness. A different kind, one that not everyone will choose. But beggars, as they say, aren't allowed to be choosers.
So she will beg, and she won't choose, but she will endure.
"It will work out somehow," she told her reflection. "Things will be different."
Author's end note: Vague... but short. Chapters won't be long for this one. I don't want the suffering to last. NYAHAHAHA.