/kept it short because stuff is yet to get messed up ewe
Fading Away
Gintoki looked around quietly as he roamed the dark night streets of Edo. Ever since Hijikata told him to be careful, he had been on edge. Too bad that now that he was outside, he felt even worst. The question was, why? He had faced worst things in comparison to slashers, why on earth would he be nervous and on edge this time? His senses never failed to warn him about bad things, he knew that when he thought something was wrong, SOMETHING was wrong. In the end he didn't trip into anyone nor did he see anyone too suspicious around the still occupied streets. In this way, he decided to wonder off to Hijikata and Sogou's part of town.
He walked for some time before he bumped right into Kagura. Incredibly enough, the girl had rushed over with Sadaharu to this part of town too, Shinpachi close behind her. She looked stressed out and downright worried.
"Hey tomboy, what the hell are you doing?" Gintoki spoke trying to figure out the girl in curiosity.
"I have a bad feling Gin-chan, and it's telling me to come here." She replied seriously and with a worried expression.
"SO YOU HAD A BAD FEELING AND YOU WENT WHERE YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO?!" Shinpachi squealed behind her, someone knew he wasn't in for something good too.
"Humph, I get you Kagura… something isn't right around…" Gintoki stopped midsentence when he smelled something he wished he hadn't. "cigarette and blood…"
An explosion was heard not so far away from where they were and Kagura couldn't choke down the loud Sogou that escaped her mouth. The yorozuya ran towards the cloud of smoke, and there was Sougou with his bazooka and a keeled over Hijikata.
Gintoki's felt his heart drop a beat and his insides cave in when he saw the idiot Vice commander's blood everywhere.
"Toshiro-san stay with me!" Sogou said receiving a punch in the face from the blackhaired bleeding man.
"IT'S HIJIKATA TO YOU CRAZY SADIST" He said before dropping over sideways, his hands pressing against the huge slash on his chest.
Gintoki stayed frozen processing only god knew exactly what before thoughtlessly picking up HIjikata and dashing off to the hospital. The remaining people watched perplexed, what the hell had just happened?
"PUT ME DOWN YOU USELESS DEAD FISH EYED FREAK" Hijikata yelled squirming as if to get out of Gintoki's grasp only managing to make his matter worst.
"Stop moving you bastard! You're only making it worst!" Gintoki replied as he didn't allow the idiot over his shoulder to slow him down.
"I can take care of…" Hijikata had trailed off his sentence, and Gin stopped to check why had the moron stopped fighting back.
He wasn't breathing.
Gintoki was about to freak out, no he couldn't afford to have someone die in his hands. Not after the war, not when there wasn't a reason for someone to die on him. He lay down the vice commander, whose clothes were drenched in blood and checked his pulse. Not there. Gin was going to freak out. No he couldn't die, Hijikata COULDN'T die. The silver head knew some CPR, just count while pressing his chest and check for pulse, no he had to give the black haired air as well. Gin wasn't thinking clearly enough, he couldn't. What was going to happen if he didn't do this? Hijikata would die, he really would die on him.
"DAMMIT YOU STUPID BAFUKU DOG" Gintoki exclaimed and pressed his hands over Hijikata's heart. He counted and at the end of his count, he opened Hijikata's mouth and gave him air, their lips touching.
Cold, they were so cold. It troubled Gintoki beyond any other thing in the universe.
"Dammit, breathe you idiot. BREATHE" He thought as he stopped giving the black hair and checked his pulse. Nothing, no pulse no breathing. He repeated the cycle once more reaching to the part where he got to kiss the other. No success yet again. He was starting to lose it, why? Why was this so important to him? This bastard the world was better off without? No. He went in for a third try, his last chance in his opinion, and once the count was done he pressed his mouth against Hijikata's, he gave him his air, his breath and begged him to breathe.
The bleeding man coughed up a bit, lying unconscious but breathing on the ground. Feeling his heart work again, Gintoki picked up the vice commander and dashed to the hospital faster than what his feet could usually do. No way he was going to let this idiot fade again… and no way was he going to question himself to the why.