Warning: Totally explicit crude language. I don't like censoring.
Flash-fic format.
A/N: I still don't own Gintama... Or the voices. Am totally in love with the crazy yet lovable sounds they make...
And this sounds just so damn wrong. Damn.
Chapter 3: Breeze
A stream of light brought warmth to my face, the sudden brightness waking me up. I groaned, slapping the back of my hand to cover the dreaded light as I breathed in the crisp morning air.
Crickets and roosters were in their elements, calling out their loudest at this time of the day. Already, I could feel the temperature slowly rise even as I lay for a moment longer on my futon.
Cursing lightly, I slowly opened my eyes and rolled off, away from the bright warm reminder of summer invading my room.
Yes, summer. The hottest and essentially, the most dreaded time of the year for the villagers. I yawned, anticipating the dreary days we are about to go through for the next few months even as I picked up my personal towels and headed to the nearby stream for the morning ritual.
Keeping my footsteps light, I gave a dismissive glance at the still asleep Takasugi, making a mental note to take the pots and pans from the kitchen before I get back.
That guy sleeps like a bear in hibernation during the summer. Don't ask me why. Luckily, I have long since devised a rather... efficient method of waking the pissy roommate up.
Plus there's the bonus of enlightening any more sleepyheads still in the dorm.
Oh wait, I think I have an idea...
*Smirks*
Splash!
*Splutter* "Hey!" A drowsy but irritated voice rang loudly in the room, clearly awake now.
I laughed out loud, much to Takasugi's irritation.
"Will you just shut up? It's much too early for me to deal with you." He huffed, scrambling out of the wet sheets as fast as he can.
"Too bad, deal with it~" I skittered out of the room. "I have better things to do. Ja~"
Ignoring the dagger glares aimed at my back with practised ease, I slipped out into the hallway to follow up Plan B.
His luck for having to bunk in with an insomniac. There's no such thing as an early morning. It's always sunrise to me once I open my eyes.
Gintoki's my favourite morning victim No.2, that sleepyhead, with how easily he can still slip off into wonderland even after getting doused in water - apart from totally freaking out for a minute or two. Trust me, I've tried. And I'm getting more creative as each day passes, though it still gives me the heebie jeebies when I walk past him in class.
No, I'm not afraid of him per say...
It's his eyes, his expression. The look that says there's nothing worthwhile in this world. Everything's in black and white, no colour, no life.
And I was brought up to believe that the eyes are the windows to your soul.
His eyes... I couldn't really describe it. It's almost dead, but there's still this curious spark alive every once in awhile that made me believe there wasn't just a monster inside him, but a child as well.
To tell the truth, I don't know what to think. But since Shoyou-sensei is putting his trust in him... I guess I would as well.
Shoyou-sensei knows what's best for us, right? Sensei, the only person I trust in the whole wide world.
~.~.~
I pasted a bored mask of complete indifference as Takasugi glared icy holes at me whenever Shoyou-sensei turned to face the other half of the classroom away from the outdoor view, especially since he was sitting diagonally left in front of me. It was almost comical how his facial expressions did a 180 whenever he caught sight of sensei's face and when he was staring angrily at mine.
Clutching my book a bit more tightly with both hands as I brought my head closer to it, I bit my lower lip and sniggered very softly into the pages, further inciting an even more heated glare from my roommate.
A couple of visitors came by, asking for Shoyou-sensei for some kind of adult business that they didn't want us to hear. Naturally, chaos descended as soon as the paper door closed to give a semblance of privacy, with many feet and hands clambering over each other at the doorway to eavesdrop.
I wisely stayed at the sidelines to watch the show, enjoying myself greatly at the indignant expression on Katsura's babyish face, a cutely smirking Takasugi, and as I turned my head back, the blissfully unaware -that's no surprise nowadays- Gintoki, drooling on the table with his open book resting underneath his cheek.
The door actually collapsed, but the adults just had this look that said they knew what was going on.
I, naturally, listened to my finely tuned 'Fight or Flight' instincts.
I pointed.
"Hey!" Takasugi fumed. "I didn't see you do anything either, Kyo!"
The some of the other adults tsk-ed, and made to leave without an escort, much to sensei's chagrin.
Long story short, someone got chewed out for not trying to help maintain class order. And another got away scot-free. One person got praised for the attempt, as futile as it may have been. The last individual was ignored almost completely in the issue.
Needless to say, my current situation.
"I'm gonna get you later."
I stuck out my tongue. "Make me."
Takasugi clenched his fist till they turned white, sending his newly perfected you-have-a-death-wish-don't-you glare at me.
Easily shrugged off. I flipped him the finger, and happily sat back and watched Shoyou-sensei catch him not paying attention.
Finally. I winked at him, making Takasugi scrunch his nose in disgust. Katsura, at the corner of my eye, was about to tattle-tale.
Giving him the look, he backed down rather quickly.
'Good.' I gave a mental nod of approval. The goody-two-shoes knows his place in the pecking hierarchy at least.
Ahhh, peaceful childhood days.
But for how long will they last?
TBC.