It's been SO long, sorry! I know i promised when it hit 16 reviews but... don't hate me T.T i got obsessed with SasoDei and theres the exams now! If Ishida no Revolution hadn't given the suggestion I would probably never have updated whoops . sorry! I kind of... forgot about this fic for a while. But no worries! And this chapter is dedicated to you, Ishida no Revolution! (: enjoy!
Appreciated
"Hijikata-san."
A bang.
A whoosh of fire.
The crackling of burning paper― or in the vice commander's case, documents.
"SOUGOOOOOOOOO!"
Hijikata sprang up from his spot in front of the low wooden table and glared at the sadist with the satisfied smirk.
"So sorry, Hijikata-san. I was really aiming for you, but it seems like I missed. Perhaps I should try again―"
"IS THE SHOT MISSING ME SOMETHING TO APOLOGIZE FOR?"
"Of course I'll try again since you sound just as excited as I am―"
"HELL no, don't you dare―"
The First Division captain fired his bazooka again.
"...SOUGO, you BASTARD!"
Gintoki was lying on the couch with the latest copy of Jump over his face as he napped. It was raining, and there was nothing better to do than embrace dreamland with open arms, except...
"GIN-CHAN!"
The giant dog hybrid leapt onto the silver haired samurai, pressing down with all of its weight and drooling all over Gintoki's most prized possession.
"You stupid dog! Look what you did to my Jump! Look at this! Look at what you did to Gin-san's jump, you stupid piece of shit―"
Gintoki's vision went black as Sadaharu's teeth closed over his head, Jump and natural perm and all.
So much for a nap.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
Hijikata hadn't much success in tying Sougo up, so he'd resorted to stomping out of the Headquarters in a frenzied fury cursing flowery words while the flaxen haired blonde made faces at him.
"All those paperwork I spent the whole morning doing," Hijikata ground out, "gone up in smoke."
Lighting his cigarette, he inhaled so deeply he choked and coughed for a full minute. "Tch," he spit the cigarette out. "Don't tell me YOU'RE trying to kill me too? Damn it..."
Gintoki saw the black haired man the same moment Hijikata saw the sugar obsessed samurai. Their eyes flicked upwards and dead fish eyes struck recognition with gunmetal teal.
"Oh, Oogushi-kun!"
"Why do I have to run into Yorozuya now of all people," Hijikata muttered the statement to no one in particular.
"What's up! You look as if someone just shot at you with a bazooka and you had a narrow escape, but got so pissed you decided to take a walk."
Damn straight. "And that is your concern because…?"
"Okita-kun was kind enough to leave a message. Said I might be able to find you on the streets. Paid me big bucks to put a bullet through your skull—"
"Bastard," Hijikata growled, grabbing Gintoki by the front of his collar. "Don't you dare touch me or I'll—"
"We both know you like it when I touch you. No need to act all shy. This isn't a shoujo manga, you know?" the silver haired samurai offered Hijikata a half smirk, noticing the way the other man's face heated up with instant effect.
Hijikata let go of Gintoki as if he'd touched burning coal. "Sh-shut up! Don't say that kind of things in public! Damn embarrassing—"
He couldn't complete his sentence because Gintoki's mouth had found his, locking their lips in a kiss. Eyes widening and heartbeat accelerating, Hijikata tried to push him away, but his knees had gone weak.
Damn that Yorozuya. Always preying on my weakness…
"Now then," Gintoki pulled back and grabbed Hijikata's arm. "Let's go."
Hijikata stumbled after him, stunned and disoriented by the outrageous public display of affection. He could feel the humiliation and embarrassment catching up with him when the dizzying effect started to wear off. "Wh-where are we going?"
"It's time for my parfait. I haven't had a parfait this week, and I've finally saved enough coins to get that strawberry sundae with chocolate syrup—" Gintoki yelped when a fist connected with the back of his head.
Crouching down in the middle of the street, he placed both hands on his head and glared up at the fuming vice commander. "What the hell was that for, you stupid Mayora!"
"What the hell are you doing? Kissing me suddenly in the middle of nowhere in front of all those freaking people! That's going to ruin my reputation for sure! I have a standard I need to keep up with! And now you're dragging me through town to accompany you while you eat that disgusting sweet and sticky muck you lovingly call parfait—"
"Oh? Could it be…" Gintoki grinned and stood up. "That you're jealous of the 'disgustingly sweet and sticky muck' that I lovingly call parfait?"
Hijikata's mouth opened and closed a few times, startled by the change in subject, at a loss for words. "Wh-what!? No," he stuttered, cursing himself as he turned a deeper shade of scarlet.
"Or… are you jealous of the spoon I use to eat my parfait with?" Gintoki was leaning closer and Hijikata felt himself backed against the glass panel outside of the parfait parlor.
"H-hahaha," Hijikata forced out. "Why would I be jealous of a spoon? I have more things to worry about, and you're the least of them. I-I don't have time to mess around with you right now. I need to get back to the Headquarters and start on the damned paperwork Sougo destroyed—"
"You've got your head buried under all the workload," Gintoki said, lowering his voice as his face inched closer. "You should chill sometimes. Or you're going to become even crankier than you are now. And you'll grow into a cranky old man, you know, the kind that goes around whacking people with his walking stick and blaming them for how bad his life is—"
"Shut up!"
"I will." Gintoki stole the distance between them and tilted Hijikata's chin up, pressing his lips to his, softly, running his thumb along the vice commander's perfect jaw line. "Ah, look," Gintoki smirked. "The demon can be tamed."
In return, he received a punch to the chest.
"Ow, Oogushi-kun! That's mean," Gintoki winced and rubbed the area that he'd hit.
"Don't mess with me!"
"Hah? You liked it, didn't you! You didn't resist! You definitely liked it!"
"Shut up and quit broadcasting these stuff in public, damn it!"
Gintoki watched the flustered man with interest. As adorable as he looked while angry, it wasn't a hissing kitten the samurai had to deal with. It was the vice commander of the Shinsengumi, and Gintoki didn't want to get into trouble with the police.
"Tell you what, I'll buy you that disgusting white stuff you like so much."
"It has a name. It's called mayonnaise."
"Right. I'll buy you mayonnaise," Gintoki stretched the last word out exaggeratedly.
Hijikata narrowed his eyes at the silver-haired samurai suspiciously. "Why?"
"Take it as… I enjoy your company and I want you be with me a little longer before you go back to work, or something," Gintoki lifted his arm and tousled his already messy silver hair awkwardly, looking away. This is so weird. What am I doing?
"…Well," Hijikata muttered. "All right, I guess."
Because Hijikata knew, even if Gintoki found it difficult to express it, the samurai appreciate him. He appreciated Hijikata's existence, and the least he could do in return was appreciate Gintoki in return.
It felt nice to be appreciated, after all.
"Ah! Oogushi-kun! I forgot to bring my wallet!"
"What, you freaking bastard! And you remember that after swallowing three whole parfaits!?"
"I'm sorry!"
"Go to hell, Yorozuya!"
A/N: Hehe. I just love the way Gin and Hiji interacts. That adorable love-hate relationship (: haha :3 REVIEW PLEASE! and suggestions, suggestions! (: