In GintaLand, there lies the greatest treasure one could find, where the sweetest is most abundant and money becomes natural as breathing air. Pleasure is its luxury, entertainment being the highest tower of them all. The ponds and swamps are filled with the golden hue of beer, barely reflecting the cotton candy clouds in different colors. At the side of rocky road and cookies n' cream paths are red beans ranging from the size of an ant to the height of a small bush.
Gintoki stared in wonder with mouth wide open and jaw hanging one inch over the surface. At a glance, one could tell that it was obviously one of those dreams meant to deceive you because your subconscious thinks it's fun to keep your hopes high up like that. But because this silver head doesn't care, or maybe he's stupid enough to believe it was true, he immediately climbed the parfait glass and sunk himself to the comfort of the sweet, sweet parfait with strawberries, blueberries, vanilla cream, chocolate syrup, and lots of sugar.
At the back of his mind, he thinks this is the only way to balance his bitter past - by filling himself with sweetness, of course.
As he sunk deeper, the pleasant feeling became discomfort and he suddenly felt his cheek burn for a second, then again for a good minute or so.
Sadaharu growled, harshly gritting his teeth. It's a wonder how his permhead of a boss still won't wake up after a slap, blocking his face with his gigantic paws after. He considered using his claws to scratch his face, better yet to rip his clothing to pieces.
Oh well, he'll escape on his own then.
"GINTOKI!" The screen windows crashed as Katsura swung his body inside the room, he flipped thrice, then landed on Gintoki's abdomen causing the said sleepyhead to "GUH!"
Elizabeth's placard had the numbers written: 10/10
"To be able to sleep through this crisis... I see, so this is how you'll win the battle huh? You'll wait for others to fight until they beat each other up then you'll appear fashionably late as all the shounen heroes do-"
Gintoki gripped a leg of Katsura and flung him towards the floor. It's almost a shame that it's covered in tatami mats.
"Gya gya, gya gya, you're so noisy, Zura. What's got you so energetic this early in the morning?" Gintoki stood up and walked to the bathroom to get his toothbrush. When he turned to see Katsura, he paused, blinked, then rubbed his eyes. He didn't comment any further.
"I'm not Zura, I'm Katsura! You should have your clock fixed by Gengai-dono, you're so out of place Gintoki." Katsura held up the justaway clock and laughed at the 'weird but this looks like Elizabeth' thing.
Gintoki padded to the door, passing the unused closet that a certain monster has used to sleep at.
He turned to the kitchen to make himself a drink and noticed his laundry that a nagging glasses usually cleans up.
"... You want sake, Zura?"
Katsura looked at him, face smeared with messy make-up with violet and blue eyeshadows, thick eyeliner, and glossed red lipstick that went up to his cheeks making him look like J*ker.
The long-haired terrorist understood immediately and nodded. He lifted his cheongsam, his muscles bulging as he tried to walk in his pink, fashionable boots.
Silence surrounded them, a sanctuary from the mayhem outside unbeknownst to Gintoki. While he didn't exactly deemed it necessary, Katsura had a fleeting thought. Does Gintoki in need of a spouse?
Hasegawa Taizou had enough.
Being called MADAO, being MADAO, looking like a MADAO...
Is his mailman uniform not enough to distinguish himself from this name?
Ah, he imagines death as comfort while he promised himself to bring this world down with him after he delivers these last string of envelopes. He flipped through the mails and counted seven more to go, a countdown to his end. He smiled bitterly.
His heels clicked and stomped the pavement across a familiar building he didn't have the energy to look at. He weakly pushed the envelopes under the door, not bothering to call the tenant because who knows how to shut him up about his rent and debts.
Hm? But wasn't that too many for him? After all, the silver head not really known for borrowing money. And he only has one scary landlady to escape from.
Maybe he's thinking too much.
Madao fixed his shades, the only dark color in his bright-colored clothing, and walked away with a grim smile to the world, mingling through the mess of Kabuki District.