"TAKASUGI!"
"GINTOKI!"
Just as both men's katanas were about to clash, a blinding light emerged at the core of the battlefield, blinding everyone present. It didn't last long, maybe a couple of seconds, but as soon as it was gone and everyone's eyes adjusted, they found that both the wanted terrorist and the Yorozuya leader were gone.
"Wh-where's Gin-chan?" Asked the red-headed Yorozuya, her voice quivering in fear of the things that might've happened to the white-haired samurai.
"Damn you Takasugi," growled an enraged Katsura as he quickly placed a blade up to Matako's throat, "Tell me where he took Gintoki."
"I... I don't know," She whispered with shock-filled eyes.
Even in another world, one must keep his cool. Wait, what other world?
The only thing that Gintoki could see was the night sky above him. His mind felt foggy and the last thing he could remember was Takasugi's ugly face shouting at him. Wait. Takasugi's ugly face shouting at him with his katana about to slash him? It couldn't be... He's not... dead, is he?
"Like hell am I dead!" shouted Gintoki as he rapidly stood up, "That moron? killing me? Give me a break! It doesn't matter if I have to fight myself off a sexy angel's arms on my way to heaven, you can't get rid of me that easily dammit!"
Unluckily for him, he just so happened to had magically appeared behind a bush that kept him protected and hidden from view until he started screeching a few moments ago. Had he not been as disoriented as an anemic 14-year-old girl after standing up a little too fast, he might've been able to dodge the steel pipe attack coming from a large man that had managed to sneak up behind him.
The large figure menacingly stood before the unconscious man and turned to his partner, "Aniki, what do we do? He probably saw the deal go down."
"Don't panic, just give him the drug we gave to that Kudo guy," instructed a slightly taller guy with long, silky white hair. If Gintoki had seen him, he probably would've pulled his hair out on a fit of rage and envy.
"Are you sure? We don't know if Kudo's truly de-"
"Just do it," he hastily whispered as he grabbed quickly grabbed a briefcase that had previously been on the floor right next to him, "I think someone's coming."
After forcing the pill down the man's throat and watching him squirm due to the drug's effect, they made their escape on a black car.
Three figures could be seen walking down the street. At a simple glance, they were just two kids walking with their grandpa, but little did the casual observer know how abnormal they truly were.
For starters, they weren't children. One of them was a former scientist from the Black Organization. She was the creator of Apotoxin 4869, the drug that had shrunk her and the boy Edogawa Conan, who was walking next to her. Edogawa Conan was a whole other topic, as behind those innocent blue eyes lies a whole bank of knowledge not expected from someone his apparent age.
Now both her, former scientist Miyano Shiho and the renowned high school detective, Kudo Shinichi, had to track down the organization or they would be stuck like that forever. To most people, this would seem like a severe case of an early development of eight-grader syndrome, but to them, it was their reality.
The old man walking behind them was mostly normal though.
"You were lucky Shinichi," the old man broke the silence, "had Ran-kun not allowed you to stay overnight, Ai-Kun wouldn't be able to do her research."
The boy didn't say anything, all he did was look at the man with a twitching grin, clearly not in the mood to talk about the girl he was currently living with.
Just as he was about to give one of his sassy replies, a black car dashed right in front of them, almost running over the two young children. Professor Agasa was about to shout after the driver but a pain-filled cry coming from a nearby park beat him to it.
Having been in this situation countless times before, all three of them rushed to the source of the sound and found a passed out teenager wearing an odd white yukata.
Gintoki was not having a good time. He felt as if he was being baked on an oven with no escape, the temperature rising with each passing second. And just as it started, it stopped. He opened his eyes and he was met with a white ceiling above his head.
'Now I have done it,' he thought, slowly losing all hope, 'guess that clown did kill me.'
"Looks like he woke up," A cool voice announced beside him, slightly surprising him. He tried to move his head to look at the speaker but a sharp pain behind his head stopped him, "Try not to move too much, you might have a concussion."
"Where am I?"
"You're in Professor Agasa's house," a childish voice behind him replied, "We found you passed out and bleeding in a park, what happened to you?"
"Your guess is as good as mine," He said as he slowly managed to sit up without passing out, "One moment I'm fighting my idiot 'comrade' and the next I'm lying half-dead on the grass."
"You were probably beaten up by him," as soon as those words left Agasa's mouth, he was met by an intense glare from the apparent teenager, "A-anyways, we took the liberty to treat your wounds and change your clothes, after all, they were covered in blood and sweat. You must have put up quite a good fight to end up like that."
Gintoki looked down, noticing for the first time that he was dressed in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, "Well, at least that explains why I'm dressed like Zura whenever he tries to go undercover as a citizen."
"Do you need us to call your mom to pick you up?" A little girl (who, Gintoki noted, was the owner of the cool voice from earlier) in front of him asked.
"Huh? My mom? How old do you think I am? I can take care of myself," After declaring that, he stood up and started walking towards the door, convinced that he was going to give Takasugi the beating of his life.
"Please, sit down. You don't look a day over seventeen. I'm sure there must be someone that's worried about you," a worried professor tried to reason with him, but that didn't stop the determined Gintoki.
"Seventeen? You got your calculations wrong old man, I know some people say I look younger than I am but that's quite a..." as he uttered those words he happened to pass in front of a mirror, only to find a younger version of himself staring back at him, "stretch..."
"Hey, you okay?" The childish voice asked. This time, Gintoki could see that it belonged to a young child wearing a dorky blue suit and glasses too big for him, "You look a little pale."
"He's probably scared his mommy will find out where he's been," The light brown haired girl teased.
"Hey, what's this? What? Old man? I think your mirror's broken," The samurai couldn't believe his eyes. He looked exactly the way he did ten years ago. Well, not exactly, his hair was a little shorter than it was back then, and the multiple scars he collected the years after were still clearly visible, but other than that, the reflection was a carbon copy of his younger self.
Then again, why was everybody else's reflection correct?
'The mirror has a spell. Yes, that's it. Only my reflection is changed. That must be it,' He desperately tried to reassure himself, unaware of the thoughtful stares everybody else present was giving him.
"How old are you?" The little boy with glasses asked with a serious tone, hoping that his deduction was somehow incorrect.
"How old am I?" Gintoki repeated, his eyes still trying to make sense of the reflection staring upon him, "Zura mentioned he's 27 years old, so I guess I'm also somewhere around that."
Gintoki turned around, only to find everyone staring at him with horror. Their worst fear had been confirmed.
Hey guys, let's just ignore everything that's going on with Sera and her family 'cause that greatly contradicts what happened to Gintoki. She won't be making an appearance for various reasons. Okay? Okay.
Thank you for reading this, I'll try to continue it. Maybe. I don't know. We'll see. I'll also post it on , so if you find the same thing over there, just be aware it's me. I'll also try to write around 1,000 words per chapter. I also promise that future chapters won't have as many time skips ('ε｀；).
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