Talking with your mouthful is rude in all countries
Chapter 3 I need to close my big mouth
Irish: I was going to a break chapter
Charlotte: That's when the chapter is taking place when I'm chained to the wall
Irish: In short, regular past tense breaks chapter's present tense
Charlotte: Yeah
Irish: I don't own Gintama
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My God it was a big ass house. I was expecting a nice regular house, a cute 3 bedroom 3 1/2 bath kind of place.
"Well here we go"
I walked up to the front door and then I was stumped on house I was going to telling them I was here. The door was made of paper so I wonder if I knocked and there wasn't a doorbell.
"Excuse me! Is this the Tobayo Residence?"
I yelled several times at the top of my lungs.
I was about to yell for the sixth time when a middle aged man with a dumb top-knot and an even dumber moustache.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, can I speak with a Mr. Daisuke Tobayo?"
"I am terribly sorry but the master is busy"
I was shocked, not only was the place huge it also had servants. Not only was I shocked I was upset; how dare he be busy! Do you know what I had to do to get here? I didn't spend a huge chunk of my savings, get harassed by strangers, get arrested (even if he did turn out awesome) to get turned down because he was busy.
"Then I shall wait until he's not busy and I won't leave until I see him!"
The man just rolled his eyes like it happened before way too many times before leading me inside. Much like the outside I was stunned by how fancy the inside was. It was all old Japanese style so it had few decorations but those decorations were faaannnccyy. Old paintings hanging from the walls, plants in vases that I'm sure had pieces of gold in them and the wood floor under my heat were heated. It almost angered me; Master could barely make ends meet. His pay from teaching me could only go so far. I had to take two jobs to help pay for his medical bills. His son had so much money so why didn't he send any? Master never really talked about his family so I assumed that they were just on bad terms but wasn't it the children's' duty to take care of their parents in their old age?
The old man lead me to a western style sitting room, with a plain tea green couch with a coffee table with a nice arrangement of snacks on it.
"Please have a seat I shall let the master know of your arrival"
I sat on the couch and began to help myself to the snacks. They were looked like cookies but they weren't they were nasty tasting rice crackers. They tasted like burned and air. A young woman in a plain kimono can in and set a cup of tea on the table.
"Here is your tea ma'am"
"Thank you"
I hate tea but I drank it to make the woman feel better and to get that nasty cracker taste out of my mouth. I didn't know what was worse having nasty cracker taste or nasty tea taste.
Several minutes passed and the butler man wasn't coming back. I was quite bored and picking at my nails only provided so much entertainment. There was a newspaper I could read if I could read Japanese. Speaking it was easy but reading was impossible, the letters were squiggles and some of those squiggles had 30 different meanings. The only one I know is the character for "no". I decided to look at the pictures instead.
A grey haired centaur with dead-fish eyes standing in front of a boy with glasses and pale girl in a dress with dried blood on her mouth. Behind them was-Hey it's Hijikata! He was with a rather cute boy with light brown hair and wine colored eyes that looked strangely lifeless. A rather pretty girl was next to them she had purple (the best color in the world) hair and a movie star smile. I thought that this had to be some sort of joke but Hijikata was on it so it must be real.
"Man it takes balls to go around like that"
I said to myself impressed by the centaur.
It wasn't later that I began to admire that crazy MoFo almost as much as my own Master. It's kind of funny I almost expect him to come and save me. It's funny because I don't think I'm important enough to him. Its better this way, I couldn't stand it if he got hurt because of me or worse be in his debt cause I know he'll make me do something really stupid/weird like buy him a life sized model of that weather girl he likes made of out Azuki beans.
O.K back to the story I'm getting off topic.
I waited for fucking ever (I think I even took a nap) until the butler man finally came back.
"Thank you for waiting that master will see you now"
I got up and followed him while shaking my sleeping feet violently. He led me through a hallway then into a large room that looked like a daimyo's room from the old movies. At the back wall sat a man who was the spitting image of my Master. If he didn't have less wrinkles and black hair I would have thought my Master had come back from the dead to see me.
"Please have a seat"
The man said in a kind voice.
I sat on the floor cushion across from him.
"So you're the famous Taro"
"Huh?"
How did he know that? My Master couldn't say my properly so he just called me Taro. I was at first offended because it was not my name and he was calling me boy's name. Then I learned Taro meant first son so I was glad that he called me that. He thought of me as a son.
"In my father's letters he said he was teaching a young woman named Taro"
"My name is Charlotte and hold on he wrote you letters?"
"Yes, he sent me letters every month"
"I thought you two were on bad terms!"
"Why did you like that?"
"He never talked about his family and you never sent him money when he really needs it! Didn't you know he was sick! Didn't you know he was dying?"
"I did know and I did send money but he never accepted any"
I was so confused everything I thought I knew about my Master wasn't true.
"I don't understand"
He then told me a story about my Master. A long time ago just as the Aliens came there was the Joui War were an army of samurai tried to fight against the aliens. He was a decade older than the rest of the warriors and he fought bravely. Then in his killing he realized that the aliens were just like him. They had families, friend's people who would mourn their death. He stopped fighting and tried to settle things peacefully. Some of his fellow warriors called him a traitor, they attacked him and he defended himself.
He had killed a bunch of children so caught up their war-frenzy to think straight. He never forgave himself; he even refused medical treatment for his wounds. It made me remember when I took Master to the doctor. The doctor said that he was dying from internal bleeding that was caused by a wound received a long time ago.
After the war he still couldn't live with his quilt so he left the country; leaving his wife and son behind. I was ashamed that my Master left his family but Daisuke told me that it was for the best. If he had stayed his family would shamed by his mistakes. Since he left they were treated as victims and were sparred his shame.
The truth was hard to swallow; I knew Master must have had some demons. He wouldn't have left his home if he wasn't escaping something and I always felt like he was punishing himself by teaching me.
"So what about you?"
"Me?"
"Yes, you seem to be doing quite well for yourself."
"Oh, this is my uncle's house"
"Your Uncle?"
"My father's brother"
He then told me another story about my Master's brother Mifune Tobayo. While my Master fought against the aliens in the war Mifune used another method. He took advantage of the new trade coming and made himself rich. He then used the money to fund his own Joui gang.
"Your Uncle is a Joui!"
"He was but he's dead"
"Oh, good"
"I am his heir"
"What?"
"Yes, I am sadly the leader of the Joui gang known as the Black Talons"
"So are going to do Joui-things?"
"The gang was my Uncle's pride and Joy. He thought he was protecting the country. I love my Uncle too much to let it fall apart"
I was then struck in the head by a bullet called an idea.
"What if you stop the bad guys by being the bad guy?"
It was like the Green Hornet. He pretended to be gang-lord so he could protect the city from the real crime-lords. I love the Green Hornet, I watched the movie and watched the campy TV show from the 70s (Bruce Lee was Kato).
"What?"
"Yeah, you could pretend to be a Joui gang while protect the city from real Joui gangs"
He then gazed off into the corner of the room while stroking his chin. I would later learn that this was his thinking face.
"That's a good idea but I have no idea how to run this a gang. Maybe you should run it; you seen like you have all the ideas"
I was flattered by his offer but there was a major problem.
"I'm honored but I can't run a gang. I'm a Gaijin so no one would listen to me."
He then jumped up with excitement.
"That's it!"
"What's it?"
"You are the leader and I'll be the mouthpiece. You have the ideas and I have the connections, together we can make the Black Talons the number Joui gang in all of Edo!"
Personally I didn't really want to be a gang leader and I had no intention of overthrowing the government. Daisuke looked so happy with the idea of us working together so I couldn't say no. Also I could really do well here, I could protect Master's home and I really make a difference. The feeling of wanting to do something more in life was why I agreed. I won't lie; I didn't become who I am out of some selfless cause. I became this way because I wanted greatness because I wanted to become the noble protector I longed to be when I was a child.
I still pray every night that Master doesn't hate me because of it.
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Irish: I have three reviews already I'm so happy! I already have the next chapter in the works so expect an update tomorrow or even tonight!
Charlotte: So in other words she has nothing better to do with her day than write fanfics
Irish: Shut up!