Author's note: Gintama belongs to Sorachi H. This story is unbetaed and might NOT BE THE FULL VERSION due to site restrictions. My tumblr / wordpress / livejournal / AO3 has the full chapters but there will be delays in uploading there. Reviews are greatly encouraged and appreciated.

Chapter 2: Pretty Face

"Where do you keep this certain holy object?" Gintoki asks.

"That I cannot reveal. I am the only person with that knowledge, for safety purposes. In case I die, then it shall never be found. And do not call it holy. It is powerful. But not holy."

"Oookay. How are we destroying it then? And when?"

"Soon." It's all she says.

"That's it? What now?"

"Be patient. We cannot rush into things. They have to be well planned out."

"So what do we do now?"

"As I have told you before, I have researched the object's properties and several methods to destroy it. We have that covered. Right now, our main objective is to go through the rituals without the enemy interfering."

"Is that hard?"

"The rituals are very particular and this group we're up against have eyes and knives everywhere. They can jump at us anytime, attacking when we least expect it."

"You have to tell me more about them so I can be ready, don't you think?"

"Based on my evaluations, you are skilled and resilient enough. No need to bother with introductions. All I ask is that you cooperate with me."

"I can do more than cooperate," he suggests, recalling their second encounter.

"Can you?"

"I think you know." Now he has her cornered against the wall and they are staring into each other's eyes. He can now see the exact color of her eyes, which is the exact color of her hair. How… exact. She blinks but doesn't look away. Slowly, he rests his palms on her waist, feeling her tremble slightly. "Nervous?"

"Not at all."

"You seem to be."

"I said not at all."

He dives in and kisses her before their moment turns into something not-at-all. He forgets the rest of the world for a while, swimming only against her soft lips. Her scent is nice. He pulls her closer and they go on.

"You're not serious," she says, stopping only after a while.

Gintoki kisses her again but with more purpose this time. Her breasts are full in his palms and he delights himself in toying with them. She wiggles against him. "Let me touch them."

"You're already doing that."

"No, inside… under your clothes." Before she declines, he has done it.

She shrieks, "No, wait… I-"

Something clicks in his head. "First time?" But he can't stop.

"No!"

"Why are you acting like it?"

She huffs, hesitating for a second. "All right. Just keep going." She thrusts out her chest at him and urges him. "Go on."

He let out a groan and hurriedly licked her nipples, tickling them alternately, hoping his actions drove her insane just like she was doing to him. He had wanted to do this for quite some time now. This puzzled him somehow because she was plain and weird and sometimes annoying for his taste but he couldn't stop fantasizing about her body.

Gintoki was loving the manner she pulled at his hair while he teased her.

"Suck harder," she gasps, tightening her grab on him. He obliges, also insinuating himself between her legs and rubbing against her. Sacchan's writhing simply meant she was into him. "I want-" She gasps, her hips matching his own rhythm.

He is going to do it. He is going to drive her to the edge, to make her shatter. His hands reach downward to reach inside her…

Then a knife lodges itself on the wall, millimeters from both their heads.

Sacchan has pulled them both from its trajectory just in time.

"That was close. Too close. We shouldn't have done that! We let our guard down!"

Gintoki couldn't speak. Her enemies were serious. And it was true, they were watching. Something has to be done immediately.

"We should hurry with destroying it. They're close by. Before it's too late."

"Where are we going?" He follows her as they take several turns through confusing streets.

"To find Lady Otose."

"OTOSE?" As in Otose the old lady?

Sacchan takes a sprint and he keeps up. "Yes, one of the four Devas. She has the container."

"Otose? Deva? Container?" He knows he sounds stupid.

"Yes. Ah, there, the hidden brothel." She pushes at a wall but nothing happens.

Gintoki sighs. "Sacchan, that's a wall."

"I know." She appears exasperated. "It's supposed to open." She continues to push it to no avail.

"You could be wrong-"

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" A familiar voice is accompanied by the click of a gun.

Gintoki turns around to see Catherine aiming a gun at Sacchan. "Oi!"

"Gintoki, what is the meaning of this?" The cat lady demands in a low voice.

"We need to see the old lady."

"Who is she and why is she pushing at the door?"

"Door? Are you two crazy? That's a wall!"

"It's a door!" Sacchan and Catherine insist.

"Is there a different meaning to 'door' nowadays?"

"Shut up, Gintoki. You're a fool if you've gotten yourself into this." Catherine shakes her head and keeps her gun. "Why are you here?"

"He's helping me with something important," Sacchan answers. "Where is Lady Otose?"

Catherine barks with laughter. "Who do you think you are? You have no right to demand to see her."

"I must see her."

"Look, Catherine, just tell us where the old lady is-"

Catherine ignored him. "You do not possess the words of secrecy."

"WORDS OF WHAT?"

Catherine still ignored him and reached once more for her gun. "Die."

Sacchan starts speaking in a foreign language, which surprises him, but everything blows up when Catherine smiles and replies in what seems to be the same language. Then, she pushes at the wall and it opens, revealing a walkway which the three of them walk into.

"Oi, Gintoki, what have you gotten yourself into?" It is the old lady's voice, full of foreboding.

The old lady Otose drags him to a corner for a private chat.

"What have you gotten yourself into?" She speaks wearily.

"What is the big deal? I am helping her out." He gestures to Sacchan, who is intensely studying the bottles of wine on the shelves.

"The big deal is that it is extremely deadly. Meaning, ninety-nine point nine percent. And who is she? Are you sleeping with her?"

"What? No."

"Trying to, then?"

"No," he says feebly.

"I think she is too plain and too weird for your taste."

"None of your business old lady. But I am just helping her out. She is Zenzou's friend. What is this all about, anyway? Why are you part of this?"

"She didn't tell you anything?"

"Well, she did give me some information. I know it's dangerous but there's some special powerful holy object involved-"

"I SAID DON'T CALL IT HOLY!" Sacchan snaps at him from the corner.

Gintoki shrugs. "Why and how are you part of this, old lady?"

"She has the container," Sacchan explains as she walks towards them. "Lady Otose, we need that container. It has the properties fit for sealing and eventually destroying that item."

Otose puffs a cigarette. "And why should I give it to you?"

"Because I know you also want to end its existence."

"How sure are you that I don't want it for myself? It does hold unbelievable power."

Sacchan's eyes narrowed. "I am sure because it is the same item which endangered the life of the man you loved."

Otose sucks in air and begins a coughing fit. Her eyes are wide. "You-"

"I know everything that I need to know."

Author's end note: Sleepy mode.