People Who Laugh Too Much Are Secretly Ninjas

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"Zura, he's at it again...How much Yakult did you give him?"

"Tch. Shut it, perm-head. How about I test out this new sword on you?"

"What? That little thing? You've seen how long mine is, right?"

Katsura emerged from the base, stepping out into the sunlight only to be greeted by the familiar sight of Takasugi and Gintoki...bonding. The two samurai were pointing their swords at each other, eyes narrowed. It wasn't anything new. Actually, this was around about the time of day that it happened; when the sun was at it's highest, and the two samurai were extremely hot and irritated.

Katsura simply blinked at the two, knowing that interfering would most likely get him killed. Sakamoto, long ago, had done this. Considering what Sakamoto was like now, it explained quite a lot. Instead, the long-haired male sighed and shook his head, disappointed.

"I still don't know how you two are alive." He commented.

"Ma ma, Zura. Don't be so harsh," Gintoki replied, continuing to stare directly at Takasugi with a pair of half lidded, uninterested eyes. "Little boys like Takasugi are particularly sensitive at his age." He tilted his head to one side, sighing. "Ah, I remember when I was a young boy starting puberty..."

Takasugi threw a scowl in Gintoki's direction. "Tsk. How absurd. At least I wasn't born with my finger up my nose."

"Oi oi, don't go tossing around words you don't understand. That word's a bit too big for you, isn't it?"

Takasugi took an abrupt step forwards and pointed his katana closer to Gintoki, specifically his neck. Gintoki responded by narrowing his eyes and mimicking his actions, allowing his own weapon to advance towards the shorter samurai.

Katsura narrowed his eyes.

"What are you two fighting about this time?" He asked, folding his arms over his chest and quirking an eyebrow at the two.

Takasugi furrowed his eyebrows. "The curly-haired bastard stole my Yakult." he growled, glaring at Gintoki with a pair of piercing, unforgivable green eyes.

"Didn't your mother tell you it's not good to tell tales, little boy?" The silver-haired samurai retorted. "Well, it can't be helped...It's the naughty step for you tonight, Takasugi."

"Naughty step my ass!"

"Oi, I'm letting you off lightly, midget. Seeing as you stole my secret chocolate stash."

Takasugi bared his teeth a little. "Why would I want to steal that sugar death wish?"

"Why would I want to steal a drink that tastes like Amanto crap?"

Katsura sighed. He turned, deciding to leave the two to just get on with it, and disappeared back inside.

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"Ah, Zura. You look tired. Busy day?"

Katsura seated himself on the roof next to Sakamoto. "It's not Zura, is's Katsura," He corrected, before taking the time to look up at the night sky, enjoying a moment of silence. "Hm. Most of the wounds have been tended to." He murmured in reply to Tatsuma, allowing his hands to hide under his sleeves to escape the cold.

Sakamoto looked sideways, blinking at Katsura with what could be described as admiration. "You sound like quite the doctor." He commented.

The black-haired samurai shook his head. "A true doctor would be able to fix Gintoki and Takasugi," He muttered in response. "I know a few basics, but nothing that could make those two better."

"A ha ha ha, ha!" Sakamoto laughed his annoying laugh, before he picked something from the roof next to him. Katsura looked up at him and watched as he took the liberty of opening a bottle of Yakult. "What were they fighting about today then?" He asked, before taking a few gulps.

Katsura stared at the samurai, wide-eyed. He did this for a while before Sakamoto actually noticed what he was doing. He raised an eyebrow at his friend before a look of realization crawled across his face.

"Ah, my apologies, Zura. I forgot to offer you one." He turned and retrieved another bottle of Yakult, before holding it out to his comrade. "Yakult?"

Katsura blinked, not accepting the bottle. "Sakamoto..." He said slowly. "You don't also happen to have some chocolate on you, do you?"

Sakamoto beamed. "As a matter of fact, I do!" He turned and presented multiple bars of chocolate to Katsura, placing them on the roof between them so the samurai could help himself.

"Sakamoto..."

"Yes Zura?"

"You're a dead man."

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Gintoki glared up towards the roof the two samurai were seated on from the shadows, standing with Takasugi.

"How about we save our fight for tomorrow?" Takasugi murmured, his voice dangerously low. "I'll kill you another time."

Gintoki cracked his knuckles. "That's fine by me."

R.I.P Sakamoto

Before I say anything else; Happy birthday Katsura! *throws confetti around*

So yeah, I've decided to try a shot at doing some one-shots because I enjoy writing one-shots, and I'm too lazy to write an actual story. Basically, it'll be stuff revolving around these guys during the Joui War, and I'll maybe shove Kurokono Tasuke in here depending in what mood I'm in. I'm sorry that this first chapter was so short. D: I'll see how this goes anyway; if it gets a bit of attention then I think it will be worth continuing. If not, then, I dunno. xD