Based on: Gintama Anime Episode 87

Warning: GinHiji, Yaoi, First Attempt

Disclaimer by Glasses: Who are you calling 'Glasses'!? It's Shinpachi! After a few appearances, you can't even get my name right?! Ah, sorry everyone… She doesn't own Gintama except for Risa Mitsuba. Eh? What? This is too long? Even fewer appearances as a penalty? Eh? …


After Episode is The Gorilla's Secret Indulgence


Chapter 7

Falling In and Out of Love Like Changing Your Underwear

Hijikata Toshiro stormed off from the exasperating gathering filled with infuriating meddlesome people; particularly of certain meddlesome silver permed whose action could only further irritate him. Walking quickly in a furious pace that is difficult for a lady to keep up with, Hijikata has yet to notice that holding Mitsuba's hand whilst walking with such pace could only make her stumble and fall, dragging her on the ground behind him. As the tobacco addict heard her squeal, he stopped to glance back, finding her feet scratched and blistered by the unfamiliar shoes she is wearing called high heels. Mumbling his apologies, he helped her up and dusted her dress, and as they are about to continue on their way, the hand he was holding prevented him from taking another step.

'What's wrong?' he asked gruffly, feeling guilty for lacking consideration yet impatient for being unable to quickly reach the comfort of his room.

He was answered by silence as Risa only looked down, the high heels are in her hand that is free from holding Hijikata's own and she lightly shifts her feet in turn to avoid pressure on the painful wounds. Hijikata sighs. He took the shoes from her and crouches down, offering his back to her, vowing that he would never again embarrass himself in public and reasoned that this is an exception. This time he was responsible for the injuries and this time, …

He paused to reluctantly think it for he was not sure if the feeling was spurred because of lingering feelings or because of the woman in front of him -although he knows almost nothing about her-, so he stops himself just in time for thinking that maybe this time is an exception because he is doing this for the woman he loves.

As the Vice-commander trudge his way to the Shinsengumi barrack deep in thought with Mitsuba burdening his back, he did not notice the shadow following them, communicating through his walkie-talkie and evilly snickering the words, the Shinsengumi will soon come to an end.


Risa Mitsuba arrived at the gates of the Shinsengumi, slowly replanting her feet on firm soil as the handsome young man gently released her down. As the said handsome young man was about to step into the Shinsengumi headquarters, again, her hand quickly stopped him on his sleeve as she fidgets and shies away before asking the man before him for a favour.

'What is it now?' sighs the Vice-commander, clearly courtesy is far from being his middle name although it is fair to say that the day has not gone well for him and his irate self only wants to soak in a warm bath and have a nap in his cosy room.

'Well, you see Hijikata-han,' started she, '…the Shinsengumi is filled with only men and I AM a woman. There are certain things that we, women, need while men don't,' explained Risa.

'And?' Hijikata asked, curious yet cantankerous as to where the conversation leads, he tries to calmly lights his cigarette as he begins to tap with his left foot, whishing whatever favour she needs could soon be over as the threshold to his haven is in front of his eyes.

'If I am to stay at the Shinsengumi for sometime, I will need it. So, um, could you buy it for me in that convenience store over there?' points Risa Mitsuba to the glassed shop, tilting her head ever so slightly to further encourage him.

As it dawns on the Vice-commander of the truth behind the favour, he blushed crimson, as crimson as the spicy sustenance the woman ate only a moment ago. I-Is she hinting about that time of the month? M-M-Menstrual pads? Is that what she wants me to buy for her!? The inner voice of Hijikata wholeheartedly screeched.

'My feet hurt too much to go,' she added as subtle persuasion for him to depart, amassing the weight on his guilt factor.

As he looks for a way out of -yet again- another form of public humiliation, he commented, 'Well, lets first go inside the gates and I can ask someone to buy it for you. Oi, Yama-' before he could finished the sentence to push the duty unto another poor being with lesser status, she started to cough and started glancing embarrassed look towards him as if to signal that only he could fulfil this role.

As he offers to carry her to the convenience store to buy it, she began to cough intensely, the kind of cough that break your ribs, wrench your insides and is gratingly painful for the bystander to hear. Then, she eventually started to retch dark red liquid for what seems to Hijikata to be blood…

'FINE! FINE! All I need to do is to buy tampons right!?' He screeches as the frail figure completely stopped her coughing spasm.

'Eh? Hijikata-han, I only want spicy senbei,' replied the woman as she looks questioningly at the man in front of her; her eyes shows that she is not quite grasping how he came to such conclusion as passer-by on the street judgingly stared at him for his blatant indelicacy.

WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH BEING A MAN OR A WOMAN!? Hijikata wailed in his mind as he bangs his head to the nearest lamppost until blood can be seen trickling down from his forehead.

'Hijikata-han! There is blood on your face,' cry the lady, 'Here, wipe it off with this,' the woman offered him a clean white handkerchief, embroidered with dainty flowers decorating the edges, disregarding her own bloody appearance that once again reminded Hijikata of his nightmare, of ebbing life and drying blood staining her lips.

'N-No, i-it's ok, wipe your own blood first,' stuttered the awkward young man. He then soon left towards the store, glancing behind him before he opened the store's door, making sure that she is real unlike the figment of his dream and before, he had warned her to stay, making sure that she will not go away wandering like a certain swordsman called Zoro who was always lost.

The figure in the black uniform disappeared behind the clear glass, obeying her whims as she herself wiped the chilli mixed Tabasco sauce that did not seemed to go down her throat. As she waited, an ambulance pass by, blaring its siren and deafening the ears of the residents; the woman finds herself hypnotized by it as it passes her and before she knows it, she has slipped on the torturing shoes and drawn by a sense of urgency towards the noise, she was in a hobbling pursuit.

The Vice-commander left the store to find the front gate of his headquarter empty, though he saw the drops of blood that trail their way to an alleyway that serves as a shortcut before merging with the major road. In there, he finds a piece of light green cloth, a piece of what he assumes used to be part of her dress, and the ultimatum to kill her unless he comes to the abandoned warehouse across the pier bringing the Chief of the Shinsengumi with him. In response to what can be seen as the worst day in history for the recently recovered and innately short-tempered Vice-commander, he crumpled the letter into a ball before spitting away the cigarette pursed in his scowling lips.


The crestfallen silver perm is thoroughly disheartened as he downed his strawberry milk in two seconds flat, -a personal record for him-, and acting like an intoxicated devil, hiccupping and sobbing to himself for foolishly stepping on Hijikata's landmine. Finding the atmosphere forlorn without someone to listen to his complain -as the kids are still considerately lingering at Shinpachi's house-, he left the Yorozuya office to enjoy some oden and sake in the Guchiiriya –the street vendor stand with the kind old man who would listen to strangers' complaints in the after hour of the night where office workers favourably unburden their problems involving their bosses and supervisors.

'Old man, give me more sake,' demanded the silver haired as he downed the last cup of the alcohol in haste, burning his oesophagus and the pit of his empty stomach.

'Danna, you might want to slow down on the sake,' remarked the old man out of concern, 'here, have some more oden,' the kind man offered.

'It's ok old man, my life is over…' Gintoki sobbed. 'I was kicked out of the team only after I just joined the league, banned from driving after I got my license, they confiscated my sword when I have only wield it yesterday!' he nonsensically wailed. 'I haven't even gotten to the first base yet! I should've kissed him and not let the opportunity slide! Who cares if I attacked a sick person!?' by this time, the silver permed have started to ramble, resting his left cheek on the table top as he let his flushed face be cooled by the cold wood.

Sakata Gintoki's nonsensical rambling is in truth related to his feelings towards the Shinsengumi Vice-commander, the former irrational comments were made as metaphors of their hopeless relationship, destined to progress nowhere without there even to be a beginning for the hopelessly in love natural permed. He has been thinking deeply of his recent unnatural behaviour in regards to him and of the even stranger sensations that tugged at his heart when it involved him.

Sakata Gintoki is not well versed in the matter of the heart –particularly his own-; he has only kept casual relationships where physical lusts were fulfilled and strings called commitment were not attached. Figuring out what his heart wanted is difficult for him, although he now knew that for another woman to be close to Hijikata is excruciating and the unreasonable anger that earlier bubbled from the core of his being frightened him, his strong desire to monopolize reared its head in front of his fixation.

Gintoki deeply sighed as his clouded mind rests on the chilled counter, his right hand still on the ceramic cup of the liquor, not yet ready to let go.

'Ah, welcome! Welcome!' cry the vendor owner as two men in yukata settle themselves to the seat next to the sprawled silver samurai. The two chattering men seems to be samurai as the two unbuckled their weapon and propped the lengthy sword next to their legs, keeping them close and in contact with their skin.

'…hahaha! You should've seen the look on his face,' samurai number one sniggered, 'he was so pissed, I swore his eyebrows looked like a V!' he laughed.

'He should be a pretty lucky guy; he has a V-shaped hair, V-shaped eyebrows and V as the first letter to his position. Victory!' samurai number two remarked, waving his hand in the air to make a peace-V sign, the old man laughing with them to what seems to be an oddly funny story.

'He won't be so "V" tonight though, we got the whole warehouse surrounded by our men. Even if the guy could escape by himself, with that hostage, we can make life hell for him. Hahaha!' the both of them chortled.

Before they finished their laughter, Gintoki knocked the man closest to him unconscious with his elbow, -all signs of inebriation gone as the buzz in his head disappeared to be replaced with clarity- and in an instance, Gintoki tightly grabbed the yukata of samurai number two by the neck before the surprised man could grab his sword.

'Where?' Gintoki hissed, 'Where's the warehouse?'

'N-North of here, close to the Ni Chome Pier,' stammered the samurai before Gintoki again knocked his head to fall into unconsciousness and before he left the street vendor, he instructed the old man to inform the police of the two Jouishishi and the perm head has also shifted his own bill to the two motionless figure before dashing in the direction of the pier.


The demon is polishing his sword. Tonight, he is once again called into action after several days of being out of commission. The flesh-loving innate instinct is glad that he might be able to unwind from the strain he has accumulated and although that was one reason for looking forward to tonight's would-be festivities, the real truth is that the demon is palpably furious. Once again, fate has snatched away happiness from his loved one and for that, he determined that someone has to pay. The insatiable demon in him cries out for blood; to protect the person he loves before once again he loses everything.


A/N: senbei- rice crackers; Zoro from One Piece- he can lose his way on a straight road; Guchiiriya- Episode 156 (lol Sorachi's troll)

I'm sorry if it turns out that I pass the 10 chp mark. I swear the plot sounded so simple in my mind but when I made a layout, it's actually pretty complicated.

My apologies… (m)(-_-)(m) *dogeza* (Oh, and Happy *sob*…Valentine *sob*…)