Author's note: I do not own anything from Gintama. Please review after reading. This fan fic is unbetaed, sorry. Btw, this is NOT THE FULL VERSION due to site restrictions. You may check out my tumblr / wordpress / livejournal for the detailed chapters. I wrote this in 4 hours OMG but chapter 5 is still pending. Fuck chronology. Hee! "Once upon a time, there was a demon who chose to oppose the heavens." and "The look of a beast that desires blood and the soul. Those are the eyes of a wild beast." - I took that from a Gintama movie/episode. Thanks for the feedback! (";)

Chapter 6: Entering Someone's Heart is Easy, Just Be Yourself

The room was pitch dark with a deafening silence surrounding it. Not a shadow nor a dim light was visible in the blackness of the window. There was no apparent movement signaling the presence of another living being.

Her glasses were impossible to find in this emptyness. A glance towards the table revealed a dead clock. Reaching beside her, she felt a cold and empty spot on the sheets.

She was alone.

Then the rain poured, banging on the roof, accompanied by a ghoulish howling of the wind.

Bam!

The doors split open, inviting harsh raindrops and a wild, chilling breeze. A figure was slowly emerging from the daze of the storm, unaffected by its force.

It stopped at the entry, growling and locking its scorching red gaze on her. Silver strands of hair were whipping around its face which bore a deadly snarl, teeth visible with anger.

Moving closer, its face was illuminated by the moon, painting a picture of a white demon.

Once upon a time, there was a demon who chose to oppose the heavens.

Shiroyasha.

It possessed a blade, gleaming and stained by magenta, which it rapidly slashed in her direction.

She tried to scream but she was incapable of any form of movement.

The creature loomed over her, bloodshot eyes and savage expression, claws on its weapon. It drew the sword back, aiming at her mercilessly.

The look of a beast that desires blood and the soul. Those are the eyes of a wild beast.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" It roared.

There was pain before everything returned to darkness.

A rustle of papers brought her back to consciousness.

She was on her bed, covered only by blankets. Reaching above her, she located her glasses and wore them.

It was a sunny afternoon. Gin-san was unexpectedly home, staring at the pictures and notes on her board. He had a careless appearance but she knew he was really tense and brooding inside. There was always a subtle alertness in him nowadays.

Sitting on the larger stool, he pulled the drawers open, studying each of its contents. His other hand crept under the table, feeling for hidden pockets or buttons. He glanced at her movement, eyes bored and indifferent upon being discovered.

Sacchan knew he would be disappointed. There was nothing to find. A month has passed since he started living with her and since then, he was constantly suspicious, grabbing every opportunity to ransack her home... And her life.

He was unaffected by being caught snooping around.

Mostly, he would interrogate her face to face, demanding information about the Oniwabanshuu and its dealings. When she failed to satisfy his curiosity, he would begin to focus on her body, driving her insane until she unveiled something useful to him.

He was never appeased by her words. Until now, she was unsure of what he was trying to get out of her. She had already told him everything she knew.

Every time, he was convinced she was lying.

"Finally, you're awake," he called out. "It's almost mid-afternoon."

Sacchan wasn't surprised. She ended up sleeping in lately due to exhaustion. At night, she performed at the bar and would be kept busy by Gin-san by the time she returned. She also found herself doing more housework, shopping and cooking. She felt like an unappreciated, overworked wife.

"The Oniwabanshuu has disbanded and only a few survived the massacre," he murmured.

She was one of the few survivors. They discussed this for the past week.

"Jiraia, he used to be affiliated with your old group. Why did he try to eliminate its members?" Gin-san pursued the conversation. Presently, he was calm.

"It was after he left. He kept his reasons to himself. No one knows why he did it. We never found out what he was up to. I guess he never planned for anyone to escape," she explained. Memories of the massacre engulfed her, awakening a horror that never faded.

"You already said that," he bit out, anger surfacing. "It's impossible to have no hunch regarding his betrayal."

Sacchan shrugged, unable to contribute anything further. She was getting tired of the issue. He said that she was the only one who could help him but she disagreed.

She did not have whatever it was he was looking for.

He adjusted himself on the large stool, lips pressed together. "Come here," he ordered.

Sighing, Sacchan complied, holding the blanket against herself as she approached him. She already knew where this was heading.

He grabbed her once she was within reach and ripped the sheet away.

Before she knew it, she was straddling him. His proximity made her shiver and she sighed, pleased with the physical contact. His eyes were flaming and wild, teeth bared, reminding her of a dream.

"Are you going to tell me anything useful or do I have to pleasure it out of you again?" He was crushing her hips with his fingers.

She moaned in pain and with his words, covering his fingers with her palms, "I already told you everything," she cried.

"Stop lying to me you fucking liar!" He shook her savagely.

"It's the truth."

He let out a harsh, raging breath. "That's what you always say," he mocked, "and yet when I start touching you..." he licked her clavicle, making her shudder.

"... You give me a little piece of valuable information," Gin-san finished. He grasped her breast with his mouth eagerly.

She gasped, holding him close by his head, keeping their connection, enjoying the way he never faltered in toying with her. He spread his thighs to open her wider, his fingertips touching her. She shivered, offering herself to him.

He groaned as he touched and kissed her greedily, switching one from the other.

Sacchan reveled in the feel of him. He always took the chance to play with her breasts, even instructing her to remain braless at home. She would often find him staring at them, even through her clothes. They seemed to arouse and fascinate him.

The idea pleased her, knowing she possessed something he enjoyed. He continued to taste her wildly while humming with satisfaction, reenforcing her thoughts. His hand, too, continued to stroke her, drawing louder cries from her mouth.

"Kitten..." he breathed, pushing inside her.

She bucked, taking him deeper. It was unbearable, the sensation of him. She wanted him so badly. Twirling her hips in demand for more, she felt him brush against her. She screamed, repeating her movement.

He continued violently. Sacchan drove to and fro, attempting to achieve the peak she craved. As she moved, she found it difficult to gain satisfaction. She felt the need for more. She wanted him inside her, taking her to new heights.

Fumbling for his pants, she dragged his zipper down, touching him and earning a gratified sound from his throat.

He parted with her breasts and guided her with his hand, pushing himself against her palm.

"Gin-san, I want you inside me," she begged.

"I'm already inside you, kitten." His voice was strained.

She tightened her grip on him, "No... I meant this." Her desperation was increasing.

"I'll do it if you answer my questions truthfully," he conditioned. "It's a reward, kitten."

Whimpering, she nodded, running out of patience.

"Tell me you want it."

She pulled on him, dragging it to her, "I want it, Gin-san. I want you!"

He removed his fingers and raised her above his hips, pulling her down to take her slowly.

Sacchan sighed in fulfillment as he deliciously filled her, stretching her walls. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she braced herself, bouncing eagerly on his lap.

She no longer felt uncomfortable with him. Gin-san was right, she became used to him after countless times of being together in the past month. She now welcomed his invasion, wanting to receive every bit of pleasure from him.

"Tell me now," he urged, "how did you survive?" He was moving furiously.

She moaned and pushed against him. "It was a blur, Gin-san."

"I want details." His fingers were digging into her cheeks, gaining leverage for his jerks. "Did he spare your life? Or were you lucky?"

"I survived by my skills." She kept talking, not wanting him to be angry. If she displeased him, he would stop and she didn't want him to. She needed more friction to achieve her climax.

He pushed, nudging her to continue.

"I remember fighting blindly, and then escaping." She bit her lip, trapped in the midst of ecstasy and distress. "Zenzou yelled at me... To run as fast as I could... I was badly wounded but..."

"But what?"

"But I... I successfully... Shook off my... My pursuers." She could see his face, intent and solemn, hanging on to her words. "I m-met Zenzou weeks after... But Jiraia d-didn't... Come after us." Her body was giving in, nearing its release.

"Did you hear from him after?" His voice was harsh in her ear. He was increasing his pace.

Sacchan came, feeling her heart explode from her lips, dense spasms occurring at her walls, crushing him. Screaming, she threw her head back, clinging to him with her arms.

He held her as she collapsed, dangling, and he continued to move until he reached his own climax. He grunted, filling her.

They held on to each other, gasping for air. Sacchan lay her head on his shoulder and touched a soft kiss to his neck.

He stiffened and raised her to look him in the eye. "Did you encounter Jiraia afterwards?" His breath was shallow and rapid from his lips.

She wanted to kiss him. "No, Gin-san. I never saw him again."

"Where is he now?" He pressed, still looking interested.

Shaking her head in confusion, she murmured, "He's gone. They said he died when you fought him at Yoshiwara. Don't you remember?" Sacchan avoided mentioning Tsukki. She was involved in that battle and based on the rumors, she and Gin-san had some very significant moments with each other.

He shook his own head, "They never found his body."

She gasped, "He's alive?" A flash of alertness ran through her.

"You tell me," he spoke evenly.

"I have no idea." Her words were true. She never saw Jiraia again nor did she hear anything about him after his supposed death. It was certainly a big deal if he were alive. Was that Gin-san's mystery to solve? Then she couldn't help him. "Zenzou... He might know. He saw Jiraia before his death."

Gintoki laughed bitterly, "You're certainly testing my patience, kitten." He dragged her off his lap and stood up, back to her. "I fought with him at Yoshiwara. And don't you think I've already checked on Zenzou Hattori? You're my remaining link to this problem."

"I don't know anything, Gin-san!" She was getting frustrated. Why won't he believe her? Why does he keep insisting that she was involved?

"So you say," his face was enraged, mouth twirling in disgust. "The faster you reveal things, the easier I can get to the bottom of this. Now stop with the pretense and tell me a legitimate story for once."

"I have been telling you everything I know," she lamented. Her heart was constricting painfully at his distrust.

"You are seriously pissing me off to the point of murder." He grabbed his sword, glaring at her savagely. "You make me sick."

Then he left, once again slamming the front door behind him.