YO! I'm back~! Yeah. It hasn't been very long. Did you like the first chappie? I just love leaving cliffys and heart stoppers. Hahaha. I finished this a while back, but I just wanted the torture of waiting to settle in. Lol. XD hope you enjoy this chapter! Its more for developing my version of Gintoki, since I can't replicate the awesome genius that is Sorachi Hideaki. Which leads me to conclude...

I do not own Gintama nor Bleach, don't sue, I'm just a kiddo with an over active imagination. Haha.

Chapter 2:

Where the Hell Am I?!

A dream.

I've been here too many times for me to not know.

The ground around me was soaked in blood and anatomy. Arms, legs, heads dismembered and scattered, whereas the rest of the bodies lay in clusters, piles, mountains- never ending, and increasing by the moment. Human fluids and Amanto fluids mixed, blending into one unlike their actual hosts. This battle field, filled with the opposing Samurai and Amanto, seemed more than willing to mix and become one than the people fighting within it. For them, it was war after all.

In the center of it all, I stood my ground. More than willing to slay anyone who came near me, be it friend or foe- though my comrades knew better than to enter my strike zone.

A beast.

That is what I was while on the battlefield. I lived- no, thrived on the sickly feeling of fresh, warm blood seeping down my katana and soaking into my white sleeves- more, more... More... MORE. I needed to kill more! Disgusting! Horrific! I knew I was turning into a demon, as my alias claimed.

Shiroyasha.

"SHIROYASHAAAA!" Someone within the battle shouted, warning others. Tsk. More work having to chase them than just letting them come to me.

Every slash of my sword, I could feel the flesh and bone underneath it, and it was like a small piece of my soul would disappear along with every death. This is not who I wanted to be...anything but this. I'm not a killer... am I, Shouyo sensei...? My hands faltered. My body seemed to crave this sick addiction, but my mind hated it to the core.

Looking up at the nearby cliff, I could see the outline of some men fighting: Takasugi, Katsura, Sakamoto. Each one a close comrade of mine- but they were being beaten back. I made my way towards them, restlessly, hungry for more blood.

I fought. And fought. And fought. And fought on until I could barely stand. My anger being the only thing keeping me on my feet and swinging my sword. But still, I was defeated. A battle of twenty to one, against the most skilled of the entire Amanto force.

A man dragged me forward. I could barely listen to what he kept blabbing on about past my fatigue.

"Shiroyasha, make your decision." He signaled his men and they parted, allowing me access to four people I never thought I'd see like this.

"Your comrades... or your Sensei."

I gasped, waking up out of my stupor.

"It's your choice. Pick, or all of you will die."

I couldn't choose. I looked at them all, and Takasugi was the first to speak.

"Gin, Gin! Don't worry about us. Choose sensei, please! Please, just choose him!"

He pleaded in an almost desperate way. I've never seen him like this. I was torn, but the moment I looked at Shouyo sensei, I was able to make my decision.

"I choose to save my comrades."

I have no regrets... I looked at Shouyo. He smiled warmly. My stomach dropped and my heart leaped in my throat.

"NOOOO! GINTOKI, WHY?! WWWHHHY?!"

I don't regret anything Takasugi... Nothing. I made my choice...

With one last glance, I watched the man next to my sensei swing down his sword...

"GASP!"

I nearly jumped up. A cold sweat formed on my forehead. This wasn't the first time I had to relive that moment, but... it was so clear. Almost as if my life had replayed before my eyes- almost as if I had died and come back to life. Shakily, I stood up and looked at my surroundings. I was in a hospital it seemed, but it wasn't the familiar run down clinics that were located here and there around Edo. No, this was a pristine, white hospital from what I could tell. Unique in an architectural sense. A woman with dark, braided hair walked through the door, surprise marking her delicate face.

"Where the hell am I?"