AN: And here's the sixth installment. I actually spent some time proofreading this. Of course, that doesn't mean I've weaved out every mistake. Urgh... I'm tempted to find myself a beta reader. Oh, next one-shot has also been written. I really am on a "Super Sadist Pair" roll.
Pairing(s): Gintoki x Sougo
Green's Not Your Color
"Gintoki! Come, you must pick up your blade and join me once more!" Katsura stood outside of the Yorozuya, shouting for the entire world to hear as he rapped noisily on the door. "For only you are worthy to be by my side!"
Okita Sougo who happened to be walking by on patrol (and for once not sleeping on the job) twitched. One, he recognized that voice very well. Two, when he looked up, he knew exactly why it was he recognized that voice so well. Three, he only heard the last line. A sudden and very foreign sense of possessiveness—or was that jealousy—coursed through his veins. He saw red. "Ka-tsu-ra!" Wasting no time in drawing his sword, he easily leapt up onto the small balcony intending on cleaving the terrorist in two.
The door slid open with a bang. The owner of the Yorozuya stood in all his lazy and carefree glory, and obviously irritated if the vein throbbing on his temple was any indication. "Would you all shut up?!" He blinked, cocking one eyebrow. Sougo had his arms raised above his head in a striking position while Katsura's fist was raised about to knock on the door again. "What are you two doing?"
The long-haired terrorist took hold of Gintoki's shoulders with a surprisingly strong grip, completely ignoring the police officer. If the notoriously violent captain wasn't blowing him up as of yet, that meant he still had a few moments before he would make his quick escape. "Please Gintoki, join me once again."
The sword switched targets, the very sharp edge a mere millimeter away from skin. "Danna," Sougo said with a charming smile, yet his voice chilled the air around them. "What is the meaning of this?"
Gintoki nonchalantly pushed the sword away from his throat then effortlessly lifted the hands off his shoulders. "Put that away, will you? Sheesh. Don't go blowing things up here, alright? Or you're paying for property damage, you damn idiots. And Zura, go awaaaay." He made shooing motions with his hands.
"I'm not joining you. When are you going to give it up?"
The "It's not Zura; it's Katsura" was ignored by the duo.
"And you," he turned to the Shinsengumi officer. "Stop jumping to conclusions, mattaku." He rotated one shoulder in irritation and cracked his neck. "I had no idea you were the jealous type," he grumbled before tugging the younger man towards him and looping an arm casually around his shoulders. The First Squad Captain relaxed somewhat. Still, he kept his eyes on the Jouishishi member.
Meanwhile, Katsura had put one and one together and surprisingly got two unlike the many times when he seemed to get three squared. "Gintoki! How dare you betray me! Y-you're seeing him!?"
"Ha? Is something wrong with that?"
"Were we not once comrades fighting for the same cause?!"
A deadpanned stare. What did that have to do with who he was seeing?
The long-haired man ran off with tears streaming down his face all the while bemoaning the 'betrayal'.
"Why the fuck is everyone so damn dramatic?"