* Too Much Familiarity Breeds Contempt*
by: WhiteGloves
CONTEMPT 8
"There are no samurais here.
Just Two-Good-For-Nothings plus Two Brainless Idiots." ~ Takasugi Shinsuke
Enjoy Reading!
[144 hours earlier]
There was first—a long zipping sound followed by low beating beeps.
Then from two tiny spots came rushing brightness as it came to function. The first thing 'It' saw were two odd features of men, ogling at it in close proximity.
"Oi, look at that…" said a distant sound it could not recognize, "there's light! It's working!"
"Did you hear that?" said a second sound, "oi, go and call Katsura-san and Elizabeth-san!"
There were some minimal movements about but 'It' was blank of anything happening. It could not even understand why these strange people were hovering around its field of vision with their weird appearances.
Then came back the man who rushed away 1 minute and 8.07 second ago— as to what it recorded. The man came back followed by another person. But then it realized that this new person was different than anyone else. For one— the person's shape was unusually big and its color was purely white from head to toe.
The latter part looked a bit hairy with yellow feet.
"What is going on?" said another voice the 'it' heard for the first time that didn't seem to belong to the hairy leg person. Then someone emerged from the back of the white creature. It was another man. A man with a long hair.
"Katsura-san," the person who had been ogling at it minutes before started, "this is the robot head you brought with you from Gengai-san's shop this morning. You said it was given to you as a replacement for the nanotechnology you were asking him of… uhh… do you remember that, Katsura-san?"
The Katsura person walked near 'it' and it saw the man ogle at 'it' too.
"Hmmm…" he frowned in its face with a finger on his chin, "Isn't this Antoine-dono whom I was speaking to this afternoon?"
"Katsura-san, you were speaking to it but you haven't turned its power on yet."
"Why did you take Antoine-dono from his resting place? Did you disturb him for no reason?"
"Well, you just left him on a pillow, Katsura-san and when we found its power we thought of making a few modifications to it. Anyway, Katsura-san—it would be a total waste if we left this on a pillow! It's a prototype machine which is advance from its own kind—"
"Antoine-dono," Katsura's eyes rounded as he reached his hands to the head and raised it to the level of his face, ""it seemed that I have overestimated you. You were feigning your sleep while I was mulling over my secrets… so you actually heard them…?"
"Elizabeth-dono!" cried someone at the background, "Katsura-san's not listening again...! Ehhh? What do you mean leave him alone? This robot can really become useful!"
"Useful?" the long haired samurai turned his head to his men around.
"Yes! This robot has a lot of potential! We could use this to attack the Shinsengumi. We could use this as a spy to their organization and attack them from the inside! Or we could let this robot hack into their database and get vital information! With a little modification this robot will be really—"
"Is that true, Antoine-dono?" the long haired man cut off as he kept his eyes transfixed at the head, "So you really are that useful? Even if you were feigning sleep if you were really that great then…where's your pocket?"
"We—uhh…? K-Katsura-san?"
"I said its pocket." the Katsura repeated firmly as it turned the head this and that looking for it, "aren't robots supposed to have pockets? A robot is judged with its usefulness by its pocket. Doraemon-dono would not set that standard for all robots if it is not to be followed."
"P-pocket? K-Katsura-san, we have not yet finished its body—"
"Hey, where's your pocket?" the long haired man shook the head with a strange look in his eyes, "HEY! I'd like to see that pocket for myself! And if you're really awake now why isn't your expression changing, Antoine-dono!"
And he kept shaking the defenseless head.
"K-Katsura-san! It's impossible for the robot to answer you yet—what more robots are not supposed to have expressions to begin with…"
"So are you saying Doraemon-dono's expressions are false, huh?!"
"T-that…"
"And where are your paws? Doesn't Doraemon-dono have paws?"
"It's not a Doraemon, Katsura-san!"
"Right—it's not Doraemon! It's Antoine!"
The men around all looked weakly at each other again and then back to the long haired man who was still shaking the head. The 'It' head who had been called 'Antoine' a number of times saw the blurry image of the long haired person with its own mind making its own calculations of things albeit with difficulty from all the vibrations.
"Calm down, Katsura-san," one of the men said with a stricken look on his face, "there's no point arguing to a robot—it won't answer back. It won't even get pissed at you no matter how many times you shout."
"Isn't that unfortunate?" A smirk appeared on the long haired man's face, "so Antoine-dono cannot actually argue back. He cannot even raise a hand let alone walk on his own. Then Antoine-dono… you have no way to tell them my secret."
"Katsura-san, you were just worried about the secrets you shared to him before!? Just what kind of secrets did you tell him for you to get desperate like that?!"
The robot head was placed down the table again and Katsura-turned away from it with his hand crossed on his chest as if nothing happened with that winning smile on his face.
"It seemed like I need not bother Antoine-dono from his rest. Oh? What were you guys saying about a plan?"
The men around looked at each other, this time, their faces showing seriousness.
"Katsura-san," said one of the men again, "With this robot here…we think we found the solution to our Kamikaze plan now."
"K-Kat...Zu-ra—zaaan."
"It's not Zura. It's Katsura. And what of our Kamikaze plan? I told you I will not allow any sacrifices on our men."
"That's the point, Katsura-san. With this robot—"
"ZZura-zaaan."
"It's not Zura. It's Katsura. I see, so that's what it is."
"W-we haven't finished explaining, Katsura—"
"Zzura...Zan...!"
"I said it's not Zura!" the long haired samurai turned behind him with everybody going silent, "It's KATSURA!"
Silence fell in the group of men as all their eyes fell on the object calling the long haired samurai. It made all of them zip their lips as the head opened its metal mouth. Katsura stared down at the head too whose eyes were on him. Then—
"It's not Antoine." The robot head said with its cracking mechanic sound, "It's Picolo."
And before any could react—a loud beeping sound came from the head, followed by something red flashing from its eyes and shooting pass their heads— making such a loud explosion after them.
"GYAHHH!" cried the men as they ducked and ran "it's shooting laser!"
"It's got a weapon!"
"It's a laserrrrrrr!"
Katsura remained rooted on his spot as the head continued its rampage with its laser beam, his eyes wide and full of disbelief. The robot stopped to stare back at him too.
The long haired samurai opened his mouth as he pointed his finger at 'it'.
"You… you're Picolo!?"
"This ain't a time for that, Katsura-san! He's got a laser! A laser! Gyahhh!"
More sound of laser came.
A tea was placed in front of 'it' called 'Picolo'.
It found itself sitting with none other than the same long haired samurai an hour later inside a quiet room where the moon was out on the window.
"Drink, Picolo-dono," Katsura said with eyes closed as he set another tea to himself, "I'm sorry for mistaking you for Antoine-dono. You must look like him a lot that's why I mistook you."
"…"
"And they've found you a body. My men are quick when needed. I told them to run down to Gengai's shop. Looked at what he gave you. You just look like another person I know… here look at the mirror!"
And he produced a mirror from somewhere. Picolo saw a view of himself—a metal head same as before—and then a blue, round body with white middle and a pocket on it.
"You must know Doraemon-dono as well, Picolo-dono!"
"…"
"You're awfully quiet. Is this your first time with tea?" the long haired samurai took the tea and sip on it.
Picolo watched him and automatically raised its paw like hands with which Katsura fondly looked at.
Yet the paw like hand didn't even reach down the cup as it was too short. Picolo paused, and then leaned a little closer. When its paw touched the cup it realized then that it could not hold it—there were nothing to close its palm on!
Opposite him, the long haired samurai remained watching with a smile plastered on his face.
And Picolo reached down forcefully, only making the cup topple on the other side and fell on the floor.
Katsura watched the cup and then looked up back at the head.
"I see… so the tea was not to your liking? I apologize, Picolo-dono. Do you want me to prepare coffee instead?"
Picolo did not react so the long haired man nodded and remained looking at him.
"I'm sorry for the confusion awhile back again. Allow me to introduce myself once more—I am Katsura Kotarou, the leader of this group that you have just joined in. We are the proud Jouishishi Faction that protects this nation from the Amantos and the government alike. You are familiar with Amantos, are you not?"
"Amantos," Picolo nodded, having registered it on its mind, "faction. Katsura Kotarou."
"That's right," the leader went on eagerly, "and I did say you 'joined' but do you have any résumé on you, Picolo-dono?"
"Résumé?"
"I see. Then you are hired." said Katsura without blinking. "You are now a member of this faction. Congratulations!" he clapped by himself.
"…"
"And since you are now a member of my faction you will follow all my orders. My orders are absolute, Picolo-dono as I am the leader of the faction. Do you have any problem with that?"
"Orders?"
"It means we work together to accomplish our goal."
"What is our goal, Katzura-zan?" was Picolo's first inquiry that made Katsura pause for awhile and close his eyes after.
"Justice and Freedom… in the name of the Samurai."
"Samurai?"
Katsura paused again, and then smiled.
"It seemed like you have a lot to learn. I might as well share it to you."
He then out his hand inside his kimono and produced a stack of red card from inside his chest pocket and put it on the table.
"I will share to you all my knowledge of being a samurai using this. Lots of relationships have been tested by this game—both for the good and the bad. With this we can strengthen our bonds as comrades. Though this is not my lucky hand since that bastard Gintoki had it thrown to Sadaharu-dono I still have this spare."
"Gintoki?" it rang a familiar bell.
"Never mind him. Anyways, I still have a full five hours before the UNO Championship commences. I can teach you many things. Are you ready to learn all about a samurai, Picolo-dono?"
And the stack of cards were shuffled and handed down to two.
[139 hours earlier] Katsura Kotarou was laughing inside the room when the white bodied hairy legged being came and open the shoji doors.
"Ah, Elizabeth! Looked, I won again in this game against Picolo-dono."
Elizabeth looked at the robot who was emitting loud beeping sounds and had been shooting his laser beam around after every lost. The game certainly made Picolo-dono understand the word 'lost.'
"Well, Picolo-dono," Katsura said as he placed all the cards in the middle of the table, "it is almost time for my battle. I had fun winning—I mean, teaching you the ways of the samurais. I will see you later."
And it watched the man go out of the room silently.
An hour later, Katsura Kotarou lost in the UNO Championship.
Picolo was there too when the long haired samurai turned his back to them and joined that man in black hood.
It could not understand what was happening. But that alarming feeling dwelled inside its head when all his men roared in protest and disbelief. Yet Katsura Kotarou continued walking away—
The idea of shooting its laser became very tempting— the beeping sound became loud—
Only—the white bodied Elizabeth-dono smacked its head and it lost all ideas.
[95 hours earlier]
"AHahahahah~AHahahahah~ Ahahahaha~ so that's what Zura's been doing huh, Elizabeth?"
Picolo found itself standing in a ship carrying a blue box which has been entrusted to him by the white bodied creature after explaining the plan of retrieving their leader.
Now he found himself with another weird person whose brown hair and strangely intoxicating laugh was filling his head with information. The brown haired man in the red coat was speaking to Elizabeth-dono through the screen way back in the earth.
Then the person turned to him and it noticed its two black tiny shades.
"Jaaaa, Elizabeth, then I'll take care of things from here," the man said in such a light mood, "I haven't seen Zura in a long time but how he ended up with Takasugi is pretty amusing! Takasugi'll be pissed, I'm sure. He's not an easy person to get along with but yeah, he's Takasugi~ Ahahaha~ Ahahahah~! Imagine them in one ship, those two? It's like two egg yolks in one container!"
"You're wasting time as usual," commented a lone looking woman wearing a kasa hat and long blue coat, "just give him the damn ship that he needs and let him go. We'll be on standby for the return ship."
"Stand by?" the brown haired man looked at the lady.
"You're not planning to get this ship anywhere the Kiheitai, are you?"
"A...a...AHahahaha~ Ahahahah... why is that a bad idea?"
The woman sighed and kicked the man at his back side's rear end and then she gave the command.
And Picolo wondered who was the boss between the two.
[55 hours earlier]
After its ship was successfully smuggled inside that large Kiheitai ship courtesy of Katsura who also sent out the transmitter, Picolo immediately met the long haired samurai and the two cautiously proceeded in a private quarter.
The next thing, the two were seen facing each other in the middle of the dark with the blue box on top of the single table in the room. Picolo had just finished relaying the message given to him by their second in command—Elizabeth.
"So the plan begins…" Katsura whispered as he looked at the box seriously, "I knew Elizabeth would understand my decision of joining up in this ship and even had Tatsuma's help… but I didn't think that you…"
He looked at Picolo who already looked like a real human with his clothing and 'body'.
Katsura's eyes narrowed.
"You would look hideous in that."
"Hideous?"
"Why did you have to replace Doraemon's body? Didn't you realize how useful his pocket is right now? You could have placed this box inside there and let it out when needed. Didn't you realize we're trying to keep a low profile?"
"Katzura-zan, Elizabeth-dono specifically instructed me to bear with this body. Though admittedly it is handier than having those round hands with me."
"They are unique." Katsura crossed his arms, "You've become much talkative after being left in the charge of Elizabeth. As expected of Elizabeth. Then, what did he instruct you next?"
"Elizabeth-dono said you are to escape on the return ship and leave me with the final task of detonating the bomb. I have studied the component of this explosive and it will be too dangerous for you to be around it before the explosion. You must be with quite a distance before I can—"
"…" Katsura stared at the blue box and then closed his eyes.
"Katzura-zan?"
The long haired samurai did not say anything for a moment but kept his silence. Picolo was on the stand by not knowing what was bothering the Jouishishi leader.
Then—
"You're the one who will return back, Picolo-dono."
"Katzura-zan?"
"I will take care of the bomb myself."
"But…"
"No," Katsura shook his head as he opened his eyes and stared at the robot, "this was my plan to begin with. To have a new member like you be sacrificed for the purpose of stopping an old comrade… I do not think it is your job. What more… I have further business to end with him."
Silence fell between the two. There was a long beeping sound from the robot all of a sudden.
"I cannot let that happen, Katzura-zan."
The long haired samurai shot him a look.
"Picolo-dono..."
"Katzura-zan, I understand this job when I took it. It has been decided that I do this job. I was made for this. I am a robot after all."
"I do not care if you are a robot. You are a comrade still. I think that is what you truly don't understand."
"You are my comrade too, Katzura-zan!"
"..."
"Katzura-zan…" came its voice again, "Elizabeth-dono thought you might say that. Still, he insists that you return. And I agree with him… and even if Elizabeth-dono didn't tell me, I'd still prefer that you go back and leave this place."
"A mere robot saying his own opinion?" Katsura smirked, "what exactly has Elizabeth been teaching you?"
"You're the one who taught me the important rule of friendship, Katzura-zan."
The Jouishishi leader paused with eyes transfixed at the robot, then he closed his eyes with a smile.
"I guess there's nothing left to teach you. You have become a true member of the Jouishishi faction. But I told you before, Picolo-dono. My orders are absolute. I will be the one to end this once and for all. All you need to do is to 'go'."
Picolo stared. Then that loud beeping sound started again—
Katsura jumped right at him— forcing him not to shoot its laser.
"Don't wreck havoc when the bomb's here, Picolo-dono! Now listen, I have a message that you must give to Elizabeth... listen well too... you must not get caught."
[3 hours earlier] Picolo was caught in the escape ship and got beheaded by Katsura Kotarou himself.
[Present time]
In the middle of the commotion, one helpless object was left stuck on a cracked wall. It took seconds before it recovered from the sudden slam that shook few screws here and there. When it did recover, its eyes glowed and the first thing it saw was something white and green passing before it in a flash.
Janitor-san?
That was when the full view of what was happening came to it—
Moving too fast, it saw the silver haired man clash swords with a black haired man whom he knew to be their enemy. He had seen samurais train back in Edo but Picolo had never seen men fight like them. Just watching the two made his brain bulged with information.
That was when it noticed someone down on the floor—someone with that familiar long hair—
Making Picolo's beeping sound turn into an alarm— Katzura-zan!?
Yet it could not move having been reduced to a mere head but it well functioned as it watched more of the enemy swarm the area. And its leader remained on the floor while the silver haired man acted for him— but then more men came around ready to strike at the back of the two.
Picolo stared. Then—
A loud zrrrrrooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmm! filled the air as then walls after walls got blown away with the robot's eyes setting his laser to each and everyone attacking the janitor and Katsura.
Takasugi looked around him in surprise.
"What?" he muttered but then felt the Shiroyasha below him give a mighty force and knocked their heads together— blood oozed from both heads—with one too distinct because of his silver hair.
"Keep that head straight, Takasugi! I might cut it for you!" Gintoki shouted fiercely as he swerved his sword from his right and slashed it right at the one eyed man's torso—
Takasugi backed away and dodged him, his grip on his sword tightening—then he saw the silver haired man looking over at the head with eyes wide open and jaw dropped— totally unfocused.
"Oi! You can shoot a damn laser!?"
"Tsk!" the black haired man grinded his teeth as he set a foot and flew towards the Yorozuya leader, "keep your head open! Can't ever bother to listen to your half assed advised, GINTOKI!"
The two exchanged blows again—their eyes both glinting and teeth grinding.
Each stroke and cut of their swords became lethal after that as the Kiheitai leader became more aggressive second by second. The silver haired man didn't budge off as he met every stroke with his own blade—
The next thing he knew out of instinct, his elbow rose up and met a dagger that came out of nowhere—only to see Takasugi's evil grinning face at him with a dagger on his free hand. He had struck Gintoki in cold blood with the real aim at the man's neck only it failed.
—blood splattered on the ground—
In a second however, Gintoki's already injured elbow forced itself forward—and his knuckles made contact with Takasugi's cheek into a punch—sending the man falling back—
"Been itching to do that!" the silver haired man shouted as he breathed loudly and stood his ground with his bloody arms and hands still holding on his sword. He meant to follow the flying man but the flying laser caught his attention again—
All around them the Kiheitai members were still in panic as they try to avoid the shower of laser that Picolo was sending to all of them despite his bodiless appearance. Takasugi eyed the robot from the corner of his eye too as he straightened again, before averting it back to the lone man in front of him as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
"That's Katsura's idea, isn't it?" the Kiheitail leader muttered as his eyes found the still immobile Jouishishi leader on the floor, "that idiot never loses his touch when it comes to stupid things."
"And that stupid thing is keeping all your men dancing around, didn't you notice that?" Gintoki threw at him with a smirk on his face, "if you had stayed long enough with Katsura you'd have experienced more of his stupidities. But I don't think your opinion of him would change much anyways. He's still the same idiot as ever. I guess if I was you—I'd also want to kill him after all."
"Funny. I don't think you're the kind to think of killing a 'friend'."
Gintoki's face change somewhat into a grimace.
"You'd be surprised," he replied icily, "of how many times I've thought of killing each and one of them idiots hanging around me. Thing is— I just think it's even stupider to end their lives in one shot. Listen— when they're dead then I couldn't have any more thoughts of killing them, could I? The more they're alive—the many times I can think of many ways to end them, you get what I mean?"
"Hehehe..." Takasugi chuckled with eye not visible, "you're really a sadistic person, Gintoki."
"Not as much as you are." the silver haired samurai said with a stern look on his face, "Quit your yapping now. You wanted this to end too, don't you? Do you really want to wait and get Katsura to blow up everything? Let the brainless sleep—this is between the two of us!"
Takasugi's eyes gleamed—
"Not quite." He replied.
The Yorozuya leader frowned—but then a sound of a sharp wind coming behind him alerted him for an upcoming attack—blocking it with his sword automatically defending him—he met a blade aimed to cut him.
"Oi, oi..." the silver haired samurai muttered as he looked at the corner of his eyes to his attacker, "aren't brainless people supposed to stay down or better yet rot in the ground?"
And Katsura was seen standing behind the Yorozuya leader with his sword at him, his eyes under the shadow of his hair.
Inside the Harusame ship, Bansai was expertly sending commands promptly on the line attached to the long haired samurai's head. The command was easy to understand—and he continued tapping here and there.
Katsura launched attacks at Gintoki who was surprised the idiot was using all his skills—
"Oi—you!" he shouted as he got pissed and slashed the long haired man away but Katsura aptly dodged.
A moment's pause—and Katsura was after Gintoki again— leaving Takasugi chuckling after them as he followed the two exchange blows with his eye.
"Now where's your spirit, Ginto—!?"
Takasugi was not able to finish his word as in a blink of an eye—Katsura was also upon him with his blade ready to strike. The one eyed samurai drove him away with two strokes of his sword but found that the long haired samurai was adamantly after his flesh—
"Seemed like your brain washing is working well!" Gintoki called loudly, "Making him hate everything, eh? Oi, Takasugi—Katsura has always hated your—!?"
But Katsura was on him too—making Gintoki jump backwards again for Katsura was really skillful with his sword—"What the hell's wrong with your head—!?"
"Oi, Gintoki!" the one eyed man started again as in the next beat, the long haired samurai charged at him again, with their swords linking and clashing, "seemed like Katsura hates the two of us, don't you think? It has gotten a toll on him after all these years."
With a final clash, the one eyed man managed to throw Katsura in the middle of him and the silver haired man. The two of them stood still while the lone man in the middle remained unmoving.
A three way fight.
Picolo had subdued the number of enemies coming from the entrance, but when he looked at the place where Katsura was on—he was surprised to see him fight with the other two. Another surprising thing was—nobody of the three seemed to be on the side of the other.
"Katzura-zan?!"
"Just what you expect of Katsura," Gintoki whispered with a smirk, "always trying to take everyone down. I knew he was bound to kill even his comrades sooner or later. His discretion's really disturbing. Doesn't that remind you of a certain someone who'd kill even his friends, Takasugi?"
He turned a leering face at the one eyed man.
"I told you our relationship was never that sweet! I never liked the two of you to begin with," Takasugi said, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp, "and it's never just between us, isn't it, Gintoki? Katsura's part of it... and the idiot's also insisting on it despite not being in his right head."
"He's never right in the head," Gintoki muttered, his eyes on Katsura while he watch Takasugi at the corner of his eyes, "Come to think of it, both of you were never in your right heads to begin with! Why am I surrounded with idiots, seriously? I'll kill you."
"You're one to talk." The black haired man gripped his sword as he focused his eyes on the long haired samurai, "yet despite all your talk I doubt you'd be able to kill Katsura, Gintoki."
That shut Gintoki up as he gave the one eyed man a long look.
"Why would I even bother?"
"Then why'd you come here? It's funny how you always end up in places you're not invited in, Gintoki. If I had asked you this question before, I'd be asking it to you again—why are you here? This was supposed to be between Katsura and myself... why didn't you just stay in your hole, huh?"
"Who cares why I'm here? I don't even know why I'm here."
"That half assed answer again..."
"You're one to talk. If you really want Katsura dead, you would have killed him a long time ago. If there's anyone here half assed between us, it's you. Dang it, you're starting to become like an old recorder, bastard."
"..." Takasugi looked displeased, "It's not like I'm keeping you two alive cause I want to... if I am to continue hating this world, I must have something to remind me why I hate this world. Who do you think are my reminders of that, huh? Gintoki?"
The white haired samurai frowned while the one eyed man smiled—and both of them watched as finally, Katsura seemed to have made up his mind to attack again—
"Yeah, it's you and Katsura. The two of you are the only link I have to remember Shouyo-sensei... and when I see the two of you... it reminds me more of him... and the reason why I hate this world. It's ironic isn't it? The more you live, the more I reject this world we're living in. Then again... who said I need two...?"
Gintoki's eyes widened as Takasugi initiated a death attack toward the Jouishishi leader who at the same time— went on to attack the silver haired samurai.
"You bastard—!" Gintoki went on, heaving his body toward Katsura and Takasugi with sword ready—
Sounds of clashing swords—and more blood splattered on the ground as the three clashed—
And it was Takasugi's chuckle that reigned above them.
"Gintoki, you..." he started again as trickles of blood dropped on the floor, "never really get it didn't you? You're the only one still hung up in protecting your comrade's back. Now look where it got you."
The silver haired samurai coughed blood as we see Katsura's sword pierced through his left side when he attacked him. Gintoki's own sword at hand was above their heads and had met up with Takasugi's who aimed to cut down the long haired samurai in the middle of them. With a force, the one eyed man flicked the Yorozuya leader's sword away which fell with a clang meters away from them.
And the Kiheitai leader was about to send Gintoki's head next to their sensei when out of nowhere—a red beam of light caught him around the stomach—sending him toppling backwards—
Looking around, Gintoki smirked albeit with a painful face—"Picolo's laserrr!"
Takasugi gritted his teeth as he staggered on his feet, the injury he got burned against his skin— his own blood spilling.
Gintoki was the same as he gritted his teeth when Katsura pulled his sword and more blood splashed on the floor, making the silver haired samurai step backwards with a hand supporting his injury.
"Shit..." he muttered, looking up Katsura whose face showed no concern, "This is what I get because of your UNO rampage, you damn hack... ugh..."
Takasugi chuckled.
"Just stay there and die at his hands then, Gintoki. It's alright for you to die for a friend after all, isn't it?"
"Maybe you're the one not right in the head... who's my friend? Who'd want to take this idiot here as a friend, huh? Even if he's brain washed or body washed or hair washed I wouldn't take him any closer to me... because that's Katsura, you idiot. Ughh... damn I'm cutting myself at laughing... ughh!"
"And also," Gintoki continued as he raised his eyes to the one eyed man, "Don't make us your damn memorabilia to remember him, you bastard! Deciding when to kill us at your convenience... are you the one who squirted us outta your belly? You ain't even our mother! Don't make me laugh!"
An evil aura came out of Takasugi.
"I've just had enough of your loud mouth, Gintoki. It's about time for just the two of you to drop dead. Katsura, kill him."
A foot stepped, then another. Gintoki then found the long haired samurai staring at him with his unfazed, cold eyes. The silver haired man couldn't help but grimacing.
"O-oi... Zura... why does it feel like you're really not controlled after all? Uh... I get it. It's cause you're always dead serious like this even if you're doing stupid things. You must be stupid, huh?"
A sword was pointed at his face but Gintoki remained cool.
He coughed several times with a sweat drop at the side of his face.
"..." Katsura remained immobile.
"Just kill him already," Takasugi said, "finish him off."
And Gintoki saw the blade glint—its impending attack ready to come—and there— Katsura came at him like a mechanical doll with such a speed that made the silver haired man put all ounce of his energy in dodging. Next thing— he found himself trapped by a wall behind him and Katsura in front of him—
Shit...!
And all this while, Picolo was left to decide who he should shoot next for then—Katsura's strange behavior was new to him. Why was Katzura-zan attacking the Janitor? Didn't Janitor-zan protected him just now?
Such strange behavior from men.
"DIE AT HIS HANDS!" Takasugi then shouted as Katsura's blade swerved to take the silver haired man's head, "GINTOKI!"
Picolo's memory nudged him as he heard that name.
Gintoki?
And he remembered the past where the long haired samurai was speaking to him in his sleeping state about a man who was called—Gintoki.
Katzura-zan... he's your...!
Picolo's eyes burned red as he made one final aim—and it knew whoever it hit—will immediately succumb to what it was taught to be called death.
Sword and laser both aimed—
~To be continued~
Burning Picolo eyes off to kill!
Katsura is also off to kill!?
Who are they killing!?
(Waiting for the moment of REVELATION. Their mysterious past with the strongest teacher...!)
Thank you for reading!
