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5/11/13 - REVISED :)

Chapter 4: You Can Still Be Happy, Even if There is a Bit of Sadness in You

The terrible burning in between her thighs woke Sacchan abruptly. She stirred, trying to make out what time it was but the clock only appeared as a blur. The window in her room was letting in some light. So, it was morning.

Sitting up, she wondered about the exact time, and winced as another ache emerged from her center. It reminded her of last night's events. Just thinking about it blew her mind.

It was all so wild... and unexpected.

Her body trembled as she recalled every bit of detail. Gin-san's sudden appearance, to his heated gaze, and the way he first kissed her sensually. She never realized her own sensitivity until he started teasing her. And the way he said that he missed her, calling her by her name and demanding she become his lover immediately.

Overwhelming was an understatement to describe it. But suspicious was seemingly appropriate.

Being closer to him though, she realized that her feelings haven't changed. She could not ignore the intensity in his eyes which he also delivered in speech and actions. He had made her feel wanted and sexy just in a single night of staying together. It was wonderful.

"Kitten..." he murmured from beside her, already awake. He was staring at her nakedness, eyes in a haze. He dangled her glasses in between them which she took and slipped on.

"Thank you, Gin-san." Sacchan sensed a few tingles in her body. Every time he called her kitten, she felt exposed and defenseless. It didn't help that he used a slow and deep voice that was overly seductive.

She always found him to be charismatic and irresistible yet she never really experienced the full extent of his sensuality. There was only one time she had seen him engage in raw, sexual passion - when he made love to Tsukki at the Yorozuya place. She was constantly trying to forget that heartbreaking memory.

Groaning, Gin-san idly stretched on the futon, still admiring her breasts. Sacchan watched his slow movement, taking in his rippling muscles and obvious maleness. Blushing, she recalled her body being repeatedly drawn against him, along with his rough, demanding penetrations.

He had taken her spiritedly then, thrice. After the first time in the shower and the second on the futon, he continued his explicit perusal of her body. He had growled at her to get on her hands and knees as he impaled her brutally and severely from behind. The painful throbbing in between her legs was clear evidence of this.

Her gaze slid downward to realize he was already aroused. Seeing him closer in the morning light, she understood why she was sore and tender. He was monumental. She felt a grand sense of accomplishment at receiving him during her first experience.

"You want it, kitten?" He had seen the direction of her gaze, causing him to smile wickedly. He slid towards her, bending his head to enjoy her while leisurely teasing with his fingers.

Her toes curled and she keened in response, welcoming his contact. Curving her spine towards him, she pushed herself closer. He groaned, opening wider, trying to engulf her.

It was incredible, she thought, as she ran her fingers through his silver curls. He seemed to be genuinely reveling in her body. It would be difficult to feign this kind of desire. The idea stimulated her, gratifying her need for his attentions.

In the background, she ambiguously heard a familiar message alert tone. Being otherwise occupied, her brain took a few seconds before realizing her cellphone had beeped.

"Wait, Gin-san," she pulled away, hearing a popping sound as he reluctantly released her.

"It can wait," he said impatiently, moving his head to resume his attentions.

"It might be important. And I should be ma-making b-breakfast," she wheezed as he captured her again.

"Mmm..." Only stopping for a moment, he said, "This could be breakfast. I'm not complaining."

"W-what? Gin-san!"

He did not respond, taking his time to savor her body. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, groaning and humming with approval as he tenderly caressed her waist and pulled her closer.

Sacchan didn't bother to argue. Closing her eyes, she basked herself in the inevitable. As she started to spread her legs, he stopped and raised his head, making her to gasp.

"All right, kitten. Breakfast," he said abrubtly, jaw set and serious. "Maybe you should cook while I take a cold shower. Unless you want to join me?"

Sacchan shook her head, still dazed, and stood shakily. She was still aware of him leering at her as she grabbed her robe and wrapped it around herself. Sliding the doors open, she hastily stepped out and shut the entry behind her.

Taking a few seconds to catch her breath,she leaned against the wall. Gin-san was terribly confusing, she mused. At one point he was teasing her, seductively exploring her body and then moments after, he was angry and uncaring, even violent. He appeared to contain some internal struggle with reasons she was not aware of.

It was possible that his rage was related to Tsukki. After all, weren't they supposed to be together, in love and married? It was certainly puzzling how five years later, Gin-san was claiming to be single and taking her as his paramour.

I am not with Tsukki right now, were his words. It made her wonder. Did something happen with Tsukki? Did they have a fight and then separate? Had someone else caused a rift between them? Did Gin-san decide to seek comfort in another woman's arms because of that? And was that woman her?

Sacchan sadly pushed away her speculations of Gin-san using her for some kind of rebound sex. Surely it was a hassle for him to have gone all this way just for that. Especially when there were loads of women in Edo alone who would willingly sleep with him.

Shaking her head, she vowed to ask him about it once they were in better terms. For now, there were still a few barriers and awkwardness to overcome. She wasn't stupid. She knew he was keeping something from her. Her only query was to what it specifically was about.

Heading to the kitchen, she started preparing the food and stove.

Only a few minutes passed before Gin-san strolled into the kitchen, freshly showered and smelling like her shampoo. She smiled to herself, liking the idea of sharing a scent with him. It already made them feel closer. She would willingly share anything, especially her bed, just to increase their connection.

"What's for breakfast?" He asked from behind her.

"Bacon, eggs..." she trailed off opening the fridge. "There's also bread and milk if you want cereal or oatmeal."

"No natto?" He inquired.

"Oh, no. I didn't think you'd like natto." She said wryly. "You've always complained it was disgusting."

"Huh," was all he said as he sat down and started to eat without her.

She watched as he gobbled up his food, with no appreciation in his face as he did. She hoped she had prepared something sweet instead, which was probably more to his liking.

He finished eating in no time and stood up, stretching, while glancing around with a bored expression.

Silently, she gathered the dishes and started to clean them at the sink. She felt a bit ignored.

He moved behind her, pushing her robe up, revealing her naked backside.

"Gin-san!" She cried, unable to move as he smoothed her skin with his palms.

"Breakfast was good," he murmured, "but I want some sweet desserts." He bent her forward and split her cheeks, running a finger downward only to be interrupted by a sharp rap on the front door. He cursed grimly, facing the sound.

Sacchan stepped away from him and repositioned her wrap-around. She could see him zipping up his pants as he walked to the door with a bombed expression. Wondering who could be knocking, she followed him, lagging a few steps behind.

The door opened to reveal Katsura Kotarou, an old comrade of Gin-san's who was now the leader of a rebellious faction in Edo. He looked no different than before, with his dark hair still long and shiny. Even his clothes remained identical from years ago. The only inconsistency was the absence of his forever companion, the shady Elizabeth-san. Was it a Monday?

It was quite odd seeing Katsura here, a good distance from Edo but he didn't seem to be surprised to meet her. Instead, he gave her a curt nod, expression remaining serious.

"What do you want, Zura?" Gin-san sounded forcefully bored.

"I am not Zura! I am Katsura!" Their visitor countered, annoyed.

Gin-san's voice was harsh. "I told you not to come see me, Zura. I will find you if it's necessary."

"For the nth time, I am not Zu-"

"Can it!" Gin-san snapped. "Why are you here?"

Katsura took a deep breath, "Gintoki, I have some new..." his eyes turned to her for a second before returning to Gin-san, "information," he finished vaguely.

Gin-san visibly stiffened. "Damn it, Zura! Be quiet," he hissed, slightly turning his head towards her. "Let's go."

"To the place, you mean? This, by the way, could affect the plan." And I'm not Zura, I'm Katsura! His eyes said.

"Not another word." Gin-san uttered threateningly.

Sacchan wondered why they were being so secretive. She had a suspicion that Gin-san was trying to keep her out of the conversation.

Nudging Katsura out the door, Gin-san grabbed his sword and started to follow.

She called out his name tentatively and he faced her with a determined expression.

"I'm heading out," was all he said before stepping through and slamming the door behind him.

She sighed and sat down. Surely, something was amiss.