Tell anyone you got wet, and they'll give you a funny look
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"Think fast Zura!"
Katsura didn't have time to register what had been said, or even turn around, before a water bomb exploded into the back of his neck. Said samurai gasped in surprise from the sudden and unexpected impact, and the feeling of water trickling down his back and seeping through his clothing. If he had had more of a warning, he might have had the time to throw a correction regarding his name over his shoulder, or even turn around and probably dodge the attack.
But no. He didn't have time to dodge, or even look at the person who had been so kind as to throw something at him, and get him wet. Scratch that, that sounds wrong; he didn't have time to look at the person who had caused both him and his clothing to get a little moist. But he didn't need to look at the person's face to know who it was-the annoying laugh that followed shortly after was a big enough hint.
"Ahha ha, ha!"
Katsura gritted his teeth in annoyance and instantly spun on his heel, whipping around and shooting a glare in Sakamoto's direction, who was currently being praised for his accuracy by a certain curly-haired samurai. Gintoki clasped his hands together in a respectful manner and bowed to Tatsuma.
"You are learning well, my student." He murmured.
Sakamoto mimicked his actions and bowed also. "Thank you, Sensei."
"Oi! What the hell was that for?!" Katsura screeched, pointing an accusing finger at Tatsuma. It had become common knowledge that Gintoki and Sakamoto were quite the troublemakers; partners in crime. Basically, the two idiots that pissed everyone off. It was risky to turn your back on the two or let your guard down when around them-that's what probably made them so dangerous in battle.
Sakamoto simply laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ah ha ha, ha! Calm down Zura. I told you to think fast didn't I?"
"How was I supposed to react quickly enough to dodge it?!" The long-haired samurai growled in response. "And it's not Zura, it's Katsura!"
Gintoki tilted his head to one side and folded his arms over his chest. "Oi oi, what's wrong with you? Is it that time of the month already?"
"Do I look like a girl to you?"
"Do you want an honest answer?"
Katsura clicked his tongue in annoyance and folded his arms stubbornly, looking away.
Takasugi, who was sitting at the base of a tree trunk in the shade nearby, allowed his eyes to float up from his book, and hover over to Gintoki, Sakamoto and Katsura. A pair of green eyes landed specifically on Gintoki, and said samurai returned the look, pulling a face at Shinsuke and placing his hands on his hips.
"What are you looking at shorty?" He called over, tossing a water balloon up and down in his hand. "Get back to reading your dirty fan fiction or you'll be next."
Takasugi furrowed his eyebrows in response, clicking his tongue in distaste. "If I wanted to look at something dirty, I'd just look at you." He retorted swiftly. "And if you hadn't noticed, it's a book about war." He added, turning his attention away from his comrade and turning a page. "Not that you'd care anyway-you're too ignorant to appreciate literature."
"Tsh," Gintoki lifted his head a little, almost as though Takasugi was something dirty he didn't want to touch. It was also common knowledge that Takasugi and Gintoki weren't the best of friends. They were always fighting about something, and it was normally just a look or a comment that sparked their quarrelling. Now that Gintoki was armed with a weapon, things would escalate quickly.
The samurai was about to open his mouth to growl a retort, but stopped suddenly upon feeling something crash into the back of his head. He hissed in surprise as he felt water, ice cold, trickling down the back of his neck. Then, as if on cue;
"Ah ha ha, ha!"
Gintoki whipped around. "What the hell?!" He growled, glaring harshly in Sakamoto's direction. "I'm your Sensei!"
The White Demon had turned around just in time to see his former student bowing to Katsura.
"Your aim is improving, Sakamoto-kun," Katsura complemented, placing a hand on Tatsuma's shoulder. Gintoki stood and watched the two, silently debating where to aim his shot.
Sakamoto, at this point, looked like a child who had just been rewarded with a gold star for getting full marks on a spelling test. "Thank you, Sensei."
Gintoki had his weapon aimed. He brought his arm back, steadily preparing his shot. After securing his target, he threw the water bomb in Sakamoto's direction. It shot through the air at amazing speed, before exploding into Sakamoto's lower area, hitting him right in the b***s.
Sakamoto let out a cry of pain, the attack catching him off guard. He fell to his knees dramatically, before rolling onto his back, all the while making weird choking noises. Katsura gasped and rushed to the fallen samurai's side.
"Sakamoto-kun!" He exclaimed, peering down at his student with genuine worry written all over his face.
Sakamoto turned his head and looked up at his dear teacher with eyes that were half open. He coughed weakly, and the choking noises returned. The ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, a sad smile, full of regret. "I'm sorry...Sensei..." He murmured softly, gazing up at Katsura with a gaze full of grief.
Katsura's eyes widened and he placed his hands on Sakamoto's shoulders. "Sakamoto-kun...It's okay!" He said, looking down at him and giving him a weak smile. "If you don't die, you can have my share of rice tonight!"
"Hmph..." Sakamoto's eyes closed, his smile still evident. "We're not having rice tonight..." He breathed, heaving one last painful sigh, and lying still.
Katsura gritted his teeth, lowering his head. "No..." He murmured softly. The man tried shaking his student by the shoulders a few times, but still, he didn't move. "S...Sakamoto-kun...!" He wailed loudly, throwing his head back in distress.
Gintoki removed his finger from his nose, and Takasugi briefly looked up from his book.
Katsura was silent for a few moments. He slowly rose to his feet, his head lowered. The samurai balled his hands into fists at his side, and slowly, very slowly, turned his head. He gave Gintoki the deadliest glare he could offer, his eyes promising a slow and painful death.
"You, samurai with the silver hair..." he murmured lowly. "This is personal now."
Gintoki scratched the nape of his neck. "It really isn't." He replied casually.
"It is."
"It's not."
"Tsh," Katsura scowled. "You just ruined the moment!"
"It was already ruined, idiot." Gintoki responded, not looking particularly impressed. He turned his attention over to Sakamoto for a moment, an unmoving body on the floor. "Well, proves just how strong his b***s are." He commented, lazily quirking an eyebrow.
"Idiot janai, Katsura da!"
Sakamoto suddenly sat up, and looked up at Katsura. "Zura, can I still have your rice tonight?"
Katsura turned his head and gave Sakamoto a deadpan look.
Gintoki once again removed his finger from his nose.
Takasugi muttered something about being 'surrounded by idiots.'
"I thought you said we weren't having rice tonight!" Katsura exclaimed, turning his head and glaring down at Sakamoto, who was oblivious to the wet patch steadily forming on his clothing.
Sakamoto made a move to get to his feet, but before he could pick himself from the floor, Gintoki shoved him back down with his foot. "Oi oi, you're a bit ambitious aren't you, thinking you can get back up?" He scowled down at his former student.
Sakamoto blinked up at Gintoki. "Ma, Gintoki. I thought we were a team, no?"
Gintoki eyed him with an unfriendly gaze. "Stay down there where you belong." He muttered darkly.
Katsura rolled his eyes. He gave his two comrades one last look before he turned and made his way over to where Takasugi was sitting, reading his book.
Gintoki and Sakamoto shared a look for a moment, before their eyes flickered to the pile of water bombs nearby.
"Last man standing wins." Gintoki said, folding his arms.
"You're on Kintoki!"
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Katsura sighed in annoyance, tugging at his drenched clothing. The long-haired male left a trail of droplets behind him as he trudged weakly beside Gintoki and Sakamoto, who were equally wet.
"How did you two manage to drag me into this..." He muttered weakly.
Gintoki scratched the back of his head. "I'm just a people person." He replied, his speech slow and slurred.
Sakamoto didn't even have the energy to muster up one of his annoying laughs. He simply stayed quiet, a huge wet patch embellishing the lower region of his clothing, courtesy of Gintoki.
As the three samurai neared camp, Takasugi could be seen emerging from the small temple that was currently serving as their base. Upon noticing them, he stopped walking and gave them a deadpan look, not looking particularly impressed.
"We're having rice tonight."
I really don't know what I'm doing with my life. xD
Thank you for all the reviews; I didn't expect to get so many :D I think I'm going to continue this one-shot thing, considering how fun the chapters are to write, and how much attention the first chapter got. *rolls about on the floor*
Welp, I have nothing else to say. *runs away*
