Chapter 11: Teenagers get into lots of trouble if you don't watch them carefully
Rating: T
Pairing: Gintoki x Kagura
This is a sequel to the previous chapter, wherein Kagura enacts her plan to... entice our favorite silver haired samurai. What will happen? Read to find out. This one is pretty close to my line of comfort, so chances are it will never get more graphic than this, at least not on this subject matter. Feels a bit messy to me the way I wrote it, so let me know if there is any way I can fix it. That said, enjoy the GinKagu-ness. Reviews always welcome.
Resting his palms on the cool porcelain of the sink, Gintoki stared at his reflection in the small, square mirror. Narrowing his eyes, he sighed inwardly at the redness that seemed to encompass both his eyes. Bringing one hand to his face, he gently tugged on the bottom skin surrounding the eye, groaning at just how red they were. Letting the sensitive skin fit back into place, he pulled the mirror out, pulling his oral hygiene products from the small cabinet.
"This can't go on much longer…" he muttered, watching the light blue paste coat the firm bristles of his toothbrush. Shoving the small item into his mouth, he sighed a bit more comfortably, feeling the minty substance begin to do its job. Feeling the night's build up of junk begin to disappear from his mouth, the young samurai let his mind drift back, covering the time since he had last gotten a good night's sleep.
For a little over two weeks, Gintoki's normal sleep patterns had been interrupted by his roommate and accomplice in idiocy, Kagura. He knew that something must have happened at some point, but any time he tried to recall what it might have been, his mind simply got fuzzy and he couldn't focus. But he did remember what he had assumed a dream, and over time, the lazy samurai had gotten the feeling it might have been something more than that.
Blurry visions of a late night drinking, and stumbling home. Sitting on a warm evening, unable to make his way inside. A cute young red head sitting with him before dragging him roughly inside. At that part of the dream, his heart begins to beat a bit faster, the young girl's small frame sitting on his legs, her warmth pouring into him. She reminded him of the young girl that had taken up residence with him, but his conscious mind dismissed that as impossible. No way he thought of Kagura like that… did he?
The seed of doubt that was planted after having the dream only grew, little by little as the days passed. Whenever he thought of the "dream" he could feel a warmth on his hands, a smooth softness that could not be explained. Yet it felt so right, so natural to his senses. But as jarring as the dream was, that was not the cause of his recent lack of sleep.
Since moving into his home rather forcefully, Kagura had carved out a little place for herself, sleeping in an odd closet that he had not been using. But, ever since the day he experienced the oddly pleasant dream, something had changed. Whenever he would wake up in the morning, her small frame was asleep next to him, cuddled up closer than he would have thought for two people who were not lovers. Her innocent sleeping face gave him pause, wondering what this girl dreamed about.
But more than that, he wondered why she had begun to climb into his futon at night, often times waking him in the middle of the night with a fit of rather rough hugs. It was easy to forget that she was one of the most powerful figures he had encountered, a fact that was drilled into his mind nightly. At first he figured it was just nightmares, and that it would pass eventually. Yet, eventually was not fast enough for him.
He had thought of asking her about it directly, but whenever he saw her during the day, her gaze would shift oddly downward, seldom meeting his gaze. Somehow it always made him a little mad, wondering what she was so embarrassed about. But he figured that it was better not to pry into the mind of such a confusing creature as this girl. He did miss his comfortable sleep, however, and wanted it back desperately.
Feeling his eyes begin to lid shut from exhaustion, he heard a curious rustling from the small room that served as impromptu meeting place and living space. Feeling a twitch begin to develop on his temple, Gintoki made his way to the living room, hoping that the situation would not require any sort of effort on his part. Brushing his teeth as he walked, he felt a familiar sense of dread, a nervous chill on his spine as he approached the opening to the living room.
Figuring he had to deal with it eventually, he braced himself for the worst, slowly stepping into the small living room. But as he caught a glimpse of the sight on the small bench with blue cushions added to it, he stopped dead in his tracks, no motion emanating from him at all.
"Ah, good morning, Gin-chan. Would you like some dessert this morning?" the voice asked in a quite unusual tone. Feeling his eyes narrowing slightly at the sight, Gin tried to push the thoughts through his head, figuring it was just some kind of hallucination. Blinking a few times, he noticed small movements from the small figure in front of him, his own head beginning to spin rapidly as he attempted to process the information.
There, on the sofa, lay his young partner, on her stomach. Her body covered only in a set of unfittingly sexy black undergarments, garters spanning the short distance from her hips to a pair of sheer black stockings. The girl's face resting on her joined palms, slender legs kicking idly in the air behind her. Her red hair was combed and she had let it down fully, the shoulder length locks falling elegantly around her face. A pair of deep blue eyes seemed to almost smoulder as they gazed at the older man with something he recognized from living in the Kabuki-cho for so long. Lust.
Feeling his cheeks puff outward, the minty substance in his mouth was expelled quickly, spraying sloppily on the hard wood floor. He was only vaguely aware as the small plastic toothbrush clicked against the wood, each clink echoing menacingly in his ears. A thousand thoughts surged through his mind at once, unable to pin a single one down long enough to articulate it in words. Instead it all came out in one loud utterance.
"What the hell!?" he yelled, running over to the young girl. Grabbing her in his strong arms, he made his way quickly back to his own room, setting the girl down on his futon, checking the hallway for any signs that anyone else was there. Checking left then right, then both 3 times more, he finally shut the door behind him, looking incredulously at the young girl.
Rubbing his temples, he began to pace quickly from side to side, wondering what he was supposed to say to her. He wanted to know what was going on in her head, what had made her do this, but no words came to mind. His brain was a mess of thoughts, his good judgement arguing with his base instincts, resulting in a chorus of voices in his head. He became only slightly aware that the girl still sat on his futon, her legs tucked under her lithe frame as she watched him pace.
Though she might not have been showing it, Kagura was quite nervous. She could feel the heart beating in her chest, pounding like a jackhammer harder with each second. Being so exposed and open to the man she cared for so much was nerve wracking for her, an experience so unlike anything she had yet felt. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, her mind a cloud of emotions.
After that night when they had almost crossed that line of no return, Kagura found her thoughts more consumed by the older man than ever before, the feeling of his hands running gently on her back burned into her memory. It had found its way into her dreams, each one going a step further than the last. Each night she would wake in the middle of the night, unable to sleep.
It had been only the next day after the experience that she had slipped carefully into Gin's futon, smiling to herself at the comfort that she felt at being so close to him. She knew it was not right to take advantage of the situation in that way, but his warmth was so comforting, so inviting each night that she could not help herself. The girl also knew that Gintoki was, at heart, a gentleman, and would not do anything to upset her. One of the many things she found she liked about him.
But even the closeness during sleep soon was not enough, and her body ached for the next form of contact. Luckily unnoticed by the older samurai, the girl would wake each morning, significantly later than him, with a need to change her undergarments. Each morning when she awoke to this revelation, Kagura would blush a tone of red to match her hair, before hurriedly making her way to the bathroom to freshen up. She was always thankful for waking up so long after Gintoki, as the bathroom was always free.
Any time she was alone with him, her mind wandered into "forbidden" territory, and it was impossible to meet his gaze. The Yato girl could tell that something was bothering him, and she felt a pang of sadness at the redness in his eyes. Clearly he was not sleeping well, and she felt a bit guilty for that. She tried to ignore her growing lust, chalking it up to her hormones. It was rather expected for teenagers to have overactive sex drives after all.
Yet, as the days passed, she found it harder and harder to ignore her feelings, occasionally excusing herself in the middle of the day to relieve the pressures she felt. Gintoki, for his part, seemed entirely unaffected by their encounter, a fact that irritated the girl slightly. She knew that he was not of completely right mind at the time, yet she still felt rejected by his nonchalant attitude.
After about a week of no response, Kagura decided she needed to take the offensive. She had to get Gintoki to notice her, to realize that she was a girl with feelings of her own. But it was a rare thing to see Gintoki lust after a woman, and it had been difficult thinking of a way to entice the empty headed young man. She knew that he had a thing for the local weather girl, Kestuno Ana. Any time she saw the way Gin fawned over her made her inwardly jealous, wondering what was so great about her?
After a couple of days with no luck, Kagura had decided to raid Gintoki's secret stash for inspiration, determined to figure out a way to get through his thick skull. Looking through several "well hidden" magazines, she was surprised to see his varied tastes, blushing at some of the material she came across. But after a good amount of time, the right inspiration came to her, and she smiled satisfactorily. Grabbing the book in question, she quickly made her plans, wondering how she could go about it.
Without even considering the consequences, she decided to go to her "big sis" for advice, figuring she would understand. She still remembered the look on Tae's face when she told the older brunette, a look that seemed to radiate both genuine caring and intense anger, neither of which seemed to fit the older girl. With a little (okay a lot) bit of convincing, Kagura had gotten the help of Tae, her time in the club coming in great use. She had been a bit confused at the warnings Tae had given her, something about crushing his "kin tama" if things got out of control, but had shrugged it off. She was nervous and yet excited at the same time about putting her plan into action.
So, this morning, she had gathered her courage up. Watching as Gintoki made his way lazily into the bathroom, she smirked mischievously to herself as she made her own way into the living room. The garments that she had gathered had been harder to get on than she anticipated, an uncomfortable noise echoing in the small home as she fumbled around a bit. 'Luckily Gintoki is a really thorough brusher.' she had thought to herself, straightening the lacey fabric on her lithe frame.
Looking herself over quickly in the nearest reflective surface, Kagura felt rather content. She looked a good bit more mature than her 15 years, her figure beginning to fill out rather nicely. The girl chuckled to a bit, figuring that she would end up with a better figure than the other girls around her beloved Gin-chan, taking pleasure in their defeated expressions as they played in her mind.
Finally, she had taken her position on the blue sofa, shifting her body into what she figured would be the best position to show off her "assets" to Gintoki. She listened to the light sounds of scrubbing from the bathroom, wondering how anyone brushed so thoroughly. The door to the bathroom had slid open, his senses taking in the light rustling of fabric as he came to investigate.
Listening to the gentle padding of footsteps on the floorboards, Kagura felt her breath catch in her chest, her heart nearly exploding at the thought of Gintoki seeing her in such a state of undress. She wondered if maybe she hadn't made a mistake, and wondered how he would respond. But as she saw him turn the corner into the living room, Kagura had decided to go for it.
Now, as she sat there on his futon, she pondered just what he was thinking. Pacing back and forth, the girl felt herself become irritated, his restlessness affecting her own mood. Narrowing her eyes, she felt the agitation grow, his muttering ringing in her ears, mixing uncomfortably with her own heavy breathing. Finally, she could not take it any longer, leaping to her feet in a huff.
"Oi, Gin-chan, what is wrong?" she asked suddenly, an explosion of emotions on her voice. Grabbing the front of his sleeping shirt, she looked squarely into his deep crimson orbs, trying to keep her own emotions in check. She wanted to just throw herself into his arms, and let him hold her tightly. But the cravings were too much to take, and she wanted desperately to be his.
The girl stiffened as she felt his arms encircle her, wrapping her in a warm, inviting hug. His cheek nestled carefully against her head, he breathed in her oddly sweet scent, and she shivered at the touch. His hands were warm as they sat against her mostly exposed back, her skin feeling as though it were on fire. She knew that this was Gintoki in his right consciousness, and for an instant, everything was right in the world.
But as he pulled away from the small girl in front of him, gathering her eyes with his own, she felt an audible gasp escape her lips. His face was a contorted mix of emotions, his protective instincts battling with his undeniable male instincts. Part of him clearly wanted to push her away, give her a comforting speech and let them remain friends. But another part of him clearly wanted to simply follow his instincts, respond to the girl's feelings and actions, take them past that line that separated friends from lovers.
His reason tried to collect his thoughts, his emotions tearing through him. It hurt her to see him so conflicted, and yet it hurt her more to think that eventually the side of reason would win out, and reject the gamble she had taken. Wrapping her arms tightly around his stomach, she buried her face in his strong chest, taking in his deep warmth as much as she could. She just knew that he would reject her. She simply knew deep down that he would "not risk their friendship" and that the nights of sneaking into his futon for that comfortable warmth would be over.
"Kagura-chan…" he began simply, tilting her chin so that her face was facing his once again, tears streaming down her near porcelain looking skin. IT nearly choked him at the sight of it, his hands almost willing themselves to her cheeks, stroking the soft warmth as he looked into her eyes. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the feeling. He knew in that instant that his dream had not been a dream at all. A foggy memory after a concussion instead, and his heart ached at the thought.
"Gin-chan, I don't care." she blurted out, the tears springing out suddenly as she gazed at him.
"Don't care about what?" he asked, wondering what she was getting at. Stroking his thumbs idly on her skin, he waited for her to continue, figuring there was something more to the words than the surface.
"I know. I know you just don't see me as a girl." she spoke, a cracked whisper where usually there was a fiery frivolity. Gintoki felt his brows quirk in surprise, wondering where she was going with this. He watched as she backed away a bit, the full impact of her garb hitting him finally.
The thin, lacey black fabric covered her most sensual spots, contrasting devastatingly with the pale skin of her slender body. Her chest showed breasts that, he surmised, must already be larger than Tae's, a thought he knew would agitate the brunette to no end. He was barely able to contain a snicker as his eyes roamed over the young girl before him. Somehow she had managed to grow up quite a bit right under his nose, and he kicked himself for not noticing.
The normally over confident partner in crime was replaced with a soft, fragile young girl. Turning away from him slowly, he felt his breath catch once again, his heart beating so quickly that he thought she could hear it. The childlike form of the girl that had barged into his life was replaced with what would eventually be a stunning young woman. Feeling his thoughts taking the journey with his eyes, Gintoki found himself closing the distance between the two, feeling her soft body tense up as he wrapped her in a hug, his arms encircling her just above and below her bust.
"Gin-chan?" she asked, quickly turning in his grasp, coming face to face with her samurai friend. His eyes, usually shining with a sort of lazy mischief, was now shining with something new. Her face brightened up as she realized that he now saw what she had wanted from the start. Gintoki saw her as a girl. Her stomach fluttered down to its core, her whole body feeling light under his gaze. The hands that slowly made their way to her cheeks once more seemed to burn her skin, small shivers coursing through her body.
"I'm sorry, Kagura-chan." he whispered, his eyes closing as his hands rubbed the soft skin of her body, drinking in the warmth.
"W-what are you sorry for, Gin-chan?" she asked, wondering just what he was thinking. The nervousness threatened to consume her, wishing that his body would stay like this, pressed to her own so closely that his heat was nearly hers.
"Not noticing sooner." he answered simply, once more catching her sharp blue eyes with his own. But the crimson that showed was not the usual tone, but the one he displayed in a crucial moment. Before she could answer back, his lips had found their way to her own, sealing her mouth with his own.
The shock that went through her body was unlike anything she had felt, and it dwarfed the warmth she felt simply being next to him. Feeling her strength miraculously dissipate, Kagura let her hands roam across his wide back, grasping the green fabric anywhere she could. All her usual energy was replaced with a pure bliss, his lips heightening the small flame inside of her into a raging inferno. Reaching towards his neck, she wrapped her slender arms around him, an attempt to get him closer to her.
Finally the pair separated, both sets of lungs expanding and retracting as their bodies searched for precious oxygen. A devilish grin from the silver haired young man contrasted the contented expression of the young girl, her eyes half closed in near delirious pleasure.
"Ah, that was great, Gin-chan." she muttered dreamily, unable to prevent herself from falling to her knees, grateful for the softness of his futon to land on. The girl tried to collect her thoughts, think of something to say, but found nothing would come. She was lost in the pleasures she had just experienced.
Kagura was only vaguely aware of the presence in the room, gradually feeling it come closer to her. With a shake of her head, she watched Gin crouch down in front of her, waving his hands in front of her eyes in an attempt to get her attention. With a snap, she was brought back to life, her cheeks a fiery color to match her hair.
"Oh, no fair Gin-chan!" she yelled in a teasing tone of voice, throwing herself towards the young man, catching him off guard. Now they were in a similar position to that one night that seemed so long ago. Her body pressing him hard downward, legs spread on either side of his strong torso.
"Ah, now what, Kagura-chan?" he asked in a mock helpless tone, his hands running carefully along her back. He delighted in the small shivers that emanated from the girl, finally culminating in a short, pleasurable moan. With a mischievous grin he pulled her down, capturing her lips in another long kiss.
"That's a start, Gin-chan." she answered as the two broke for air, her hair falling sensuously around her face. "But only a start." she whispered, leaning so that her breath ran carelessly against his right ear. The pair laughed with one another as they gave in to their desires.
There would probably be a lot of explaining to do, but as they consummated their new relationship one thing was clear to both. Whatever came ahead in life, they could handle it together. But for now, they would just enjoy each other's company and the soft pleasures of the flesh.
Wow, so it really happened. Thinking back, it might be a little rushed at the end, so let me know how the pacing was for you guys. I hope it didn't go too far across that line of decency. Anyway, next time will be a return to GinKyuu stories, since I think Kagura needs a break :P
Also, I have undertaken a challenge of sorts to make a compelling 'M' rated Gintama fic, so look for that in the coming days all. No details for you guys yet, but I have what I think is a pretty good idea for it. Just needs some organizing. Again, reviews are always welcome.
