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Chapter 13: You Have to Open Your Eyes, To See Things Clearly

"Oi! There you are."

Gintoki pulled himself up on the roof of their hideout, his eyes glued to the hunched figure on one side. Her hair was swinging with the wind while the edges of her yukata danced along. Part of her face was hidden, tucked in her arms. Her glasses reflected the current sunset, concealing her eyes from his view. She didn't budge, even as he sat next to her and told her he had been looking for her.

Facing the sunset instead, he admired the way it tinted the sky. It reminded him of nothing in particular but he was aware of the romantic atmosphere it established. He sighed, unable to break the comfortable silence, and inched closer to put his arm around her. His inner self leaped and punched the air with glee when she lay her head on his shoulder.

She still looked anxious with her forehead creased and her body tense. He wanted to ask her what was wrong and appease her but he also knew of other ways to calm her, like kissing.

Tilting her face towards his, he planted a soft, quick kiss on her lips, hoping she would relax. He had a few hunches on why she was being more reserved lately. It wasn't a coincidence that he and Zura discovered the Kiheitai's base while following a lead days ago.

Only to find out it was empty.

But they searched the place and determined that it was not a temporary dwelling for their enemies. They would return. By that time, Gintoki and his team would infiltrate.

The remaining thing to do was wait for their reappearance.

Shinpachi also found a possible connection between the missing Amanto and the Kiheitai. It could be part of their rebellion, inflicting terror upon their race before commencing destruction. A dying male Amanto was in one of the rooms, strapped to the wall. He was dehydrated and extremely pale. Bleeding sites, puncture wounds, were all over his arms and neck. His last and only word to them was blood.

Takasugi's group was merciless.

Gintoki's fear of Tsukuyo's fate increased immensely, and he wondered if he truly wanted to know, finally, what had become of her. There was a small chance that she would not be with them but if that were the case, he still had to keep searching. This was the closest he had ever been to reuniting with her all these years.

This was also probably not the best time for it to happen.

Sacchan maintained eye contact after their kiss, the lines in her forehead gone. She was either trying to read him or attempting to tell him something. Her hands rested on his chest, a gesture that he liked, making him think that she was at ease with him.

"You've changed," he whispered, kissing her again, this time taking longer. She responded steadily, leaning closer to him.

"What do you mean?"

"You're serious now… and shy. So different from what I remember before."

She frowned, "Does it bother you?"

"No." He shook his head, trying to figure out how to tell her exactly what he meant. He liked her this way, sane and all, but he knew she was suppressing more of herself. Her cheerful eagerness and assertiveness made her interesting. She was certainly a good balance to his laid back and often subdued nature.

"Gin-san…" She looked down and bit her lip. "I… I don't want to annoy you with my behavior. You-"

"Look, Sacchan, just be yourself."

"You always pushed me away." Her cheeks were scarlet. "I know I acted like I enjoyed it. I am a masochist- ah!"

He bit her neck and lay her on the roof. Chuckling, he murmured, "Yep. Definitely a masochist."

"Gin-san!" She covered her neck with her hands. "What I'm trying to say is that… I know why you kept rejecting me and I don't want it to happen anymore."

"Does it look like I'm rejecting you?" He kissed her again, more passionately this time, groaning as it deepened. He draped her arms around his shoulders and lowered his body to crush her. His hands found their way to her hair, repeatedly stroking the smooth strands.

Her own fingers were playing with his curls. When they touched his nape, a shiver ran through him, making him desperate for more.

He wanted her so badly.

"Sacchan," he groaned, lifting himself to slip her robe to the sides and view her breasts. A lacy white bra greeted him, causing a wave of frustration. "You're wearing a bra?"

"What's wrong?"

"NOOOO!" He covered his face with his hands. "I was hoping for instant puff-puff action!"

Sacchan gasped, a sound full of alarm, as she pushed him violently that he almost fell off the roof. "W- What did you say?" Her eyes were wide.

"What's come over you?" He asked as he slid back in place. "I said puff-puff action." The words left his lips again before he belatedly realized what they suggested. "NO! STOP! I WASN'T THINKING OF IT THAT WAY!"

Apparently, she had reached the wrong conclusion. Her face crumpled and he could see her eyes full of misplaced understanding. This was the worst time for him to have mentioned such a taboo word.

She spoke, gently. "It's all right, you miss her, after all. You said her name in your sleep last night, do you remember?"

He didn't.

She faced away, wrapping the robe tightly around herself. "I'm not angry. This was bound to happen." Her shoulders shook slightly and she sniffed.

They had reverted to square one, all because of his stupid mouth. He only stared at her back, unsure of his next move. He wasn't pretending to desire her, he knew he really wanted this, but he also had no control over his subconscious. Just because he had opened up to being with Sacchan, it didn't mean that he had forgotten about Tsukuyo.

This was a fucking complicated situation.

He crawled behind her and turned her to face him, desperate for a chance to reason out. "Sacchan! I wasn't thinking of her when I said it! I didn't mean it that way! She wasn't on my mind when I kissed you either!"

Her lack of response infuriated him. He had to get a reaction out of her. He wanted to show her and make her understand his intention.

Sacchan finally shrieked when he attacked her neck with licks and kisses. His hands shoved her yukata off and lifted her bra to expose her breasts to him. He nipped and sucked at them before she could protest. He was ready to make love to her right on the roof.

"Gin-san! Stop! Someone might see us!"

He straightened and kissed her while he squeezed her breasts. "That's unlikely. It's almost dark. Besides, I don't care if anyone watches. As long as they know you're mine." He resumed teasing her nipples with his tongue, simultaneously tugging her panties off.

"Oi! Gintoki! Is that you? Ahahaha! Amazing! I can still see you clearly from here! These goggles are fantastic!"

He paused and sat back on his heels, swiveling to see who was intruding. "ZURA? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YOU IDIOT?" His friend was 4 houses away, waving at them.

"Ah! It is you! Is that Sa-san with you? By the way, it's KATSURA! I was just trying out these goggles we use for spying. I'm testing how far they can reach."

"I suggest you go to the next town and find out. How long have you been there anyway?"

"Not telling! I'm supposed to be spying. Well, I'll try that suggestion of yours and check out the next area from here." He dropped himself on the ground and disappeared from sight.

Gintoki sighed and turned back to Sacchan, who was fully dressed again. "You're right. Let's go back inside."

He dragged her on his lap to straddle him when they reached the couch. Without pausing, he kissed her and ground himself against her, making her moan.

"Gin-san! WAIT!" She yanked at his hair as he nuzzled her breasts with his face. His hands slipped under her robe to rest on her waist.

"Let's just have sex, Sacchan. We'll deal with it after." He rubbed himself against her, attempting to relieve his tension, but she was only winding him up further. She overwhelmed him with her moans and the hard press of her body against his. Her hands squeezed his shoulders blindly.

Unfortunately, they were greeted by another interruption.

"OI! GET A ROOM!" Shinpachi flung a large bag full of vegetables at them.

Gintoki grumbled. "We were in a room, until you rudely barged in."

"Sorry, Shinpachi-san. Gin-san over here got carried away."

"Sacchan-san, I'm just worried that-"

"Gin-chaaaan! We're leaving now! Hurry up! I want to use my coupons before the store runs out of meat."

"KAGURAAAA! SHINPACHIIII! WHYYY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I JUST WANT TO FINALLY HAVE SEX WITH MY GIRLFRIEND AGAIN!" To say that he was frustrated and deprived was an understatement.

"SEX!"

"SEX?"

"GIRLFRIEND?" Sacchan coughed. "W- What did you say, Gin-san?"

Shinpachi was red in the face, as he tried to speak further without avail. Kagura screamed "VIRGIN" at him and dragged Gintoki to his feet and brought him to the door. "It's up to us to scout the area tonight!" She drew a moustache on both their faces and handed him a magnifying glass, which he slammed on her head. "Oww! Gin-chan! I spent the whole day trying to get a good deal with that."

He was unable to talk to Sacchan before they left.

"Gin-chan, you're calling Sacchan your girlfriend now? She looks pleased." Kagura handed out the coupons as they brisk walked to a restaurant.

He shrugged, "She won't be if you guys keep suspending our private moments." There was a dire need for a conference with these guys. Clearly, they needed a lesson in sensitivity and thoughtfulness.

Kagura wolfed down the food and even took half of his. He let it slide this time, just because his hunger was directed towards something else. Plus, the meat was spicy. He'd rather have a fountain of dessert.

"Gin-chan?"

"What?"

"What about Tsukki? We're close to finding her. Are you done with her?"

He slammed his fist on the table. "No. I'm not!"

"You have two girlfriends now. It's become even more complicated. Is it fun? I wonder if I should try having two girlfriends myself…" She picked at her teeth with her chopstick and gargled with the water.

"Don't even think about it, kid. And you should say boyfriends, not girlfriends. Unless, you like girls? Are you interested in Otsuu-chan? Shinpachi will start a war."

Kagura looked at him in disdain, "Don't change the subject! I'm trying to clear things up for you. Just so you know, women don't like sharing. Men shouldn't have more than one relationship either."

Gintoki remained silent and picked his nose. He didn't know what to do.

They spent a few hours watching out for suspicious people and events. Not a shadow stirred their doubts, nor did any activity occur at the enemy's hideout. Gintoki sighed with impatience. There must be something else they were missing. It was odd enough that Takasugi would let their fort be discovered and permeated so easily. Now, he couldn't shake the feeling that it was all planted and they were walking into a trap.

Even so, he would head straight to it and let himself be ensnared if it was the only way to find Tsukuyo. He thought of the time when he tore straight through the Red Spider's web, following the threads to get to the source. It was a mix of apprehension and fury that drove him to do something so rash. With pure determination, he defeated Jiraia and saved Tsukuyo. He could do it once more.

Kagura did not bring up the subject of his love life again. He was glad that somehow she understood how confused and undecided he was. She had grown up, insidious. But later that evening, when they decided to recommence the next day, he hurried to the bar to see Sacchan. He felt the need to be with her. It's been a routine for him to accompany her to work and watch her show. She was also responsible for the death of Matako and that meant she was a target for the Kiheitai.

More importantly, he didn't want to give Bansai Kawakami the chance to be alone with her.

His jaw dropped when he opened the door of her dressing room. She was wearing a short strapless and backless red dress that clung to her skin. Her hair was fluffed up and slightly wavy. She looked astoundingly sexy.

"Gin-san! I thought you were on patrol tonight?"

He rushed forward to touch her. "We found nothing of interest. How long do we have before you go onstage?"

She glanced at the clock. "Thirty minutes? Why? What is it?"

"I don't think I can stand to keep my hands off you tonight." He continued to smooth his palms on her waist as he stared into her eyes. She looked nervous, the blush on her cheeks weren't due to applied make-up. Sacchan bit her lip before encircling her arms around his neck.

"Gin-san, did you mean what you said earlier?"

"Yes, I want to have sex with you so badly." He kissed her neck while gliding his hands across her bare back.

She giggled, "No. About me being your… girlfriend."

"Oh, that. Aren't you? You don't like it?" Why did women always concern themselves with labels? Should they even be talking about being a couple? Actions and circumstances should be enough to make them understand. He already stated it anyway and that should have settled it. Commitment was complicated.

"I like it," she pressed closer and whispered in his ear. The motion made him shiver. "I thought you didn't."

"Glad I cleared it up."

She surprised him when she stepped away. "We should celebrate, tonight." She walked in front of the mirror and ignored him while adjusting her appearance.

A wicked idea struck him. He stood behind her and sucked on her earlobe. The reaction he saw on her reflection delighted him. "How about a quick lap dance?"

"A what?"

"Dance for me, Sacchan. I want to see the show before anyone else."

She paused a while before she turned and kissed him, pressing her chest against his. He groaned with excitement. "Okay, Gin-san."

"Seriously?"

She nodded and asked him to sit on the couch, which he hastily crashed on. Licking his lips in anticipation, he watched as she hummed and swayed her hips, touching herself all over, about a meter away from him.

He beckoned her forward, "It's a lap dance, kitten. Come over here."

"All right, Gin-san." She moved closer and slapped her hands on his shoulders, wiggling her chest in front of his face. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. She moaned but drew his hands away when he tried to shove them down her dress. "No touching," she breathed.

"You're such a tease," he groaned. "We only have a few more minutes."

"Shhh." She turned and sat on his lap, crushing him with her bottom. As she swiveled her hips side to side, he seized her waist and made her ground harder. "Gin-san!"

"Oh fuck, that feels so good."

"Ahhh!" Her arms were wrapped around his neck and he could see her pert nipples through her dress. They were still thrusting against each other, their loud moans filling the room. Gintoki never thought that dry humping could feel so incredible and so close to the real thing. She was driving him senseless with her luscious movements.

He slipped a hand between her legs, wanting to provoke her into more amazing pelvic action. She seemed to be enjoying their current position, judging from her shrieks. He felt between them, marveling at her wetness. There was so much lubrication. "You've soaked us, Sacchan."

She hummed but didn't respond as she continued to rub against him, waywardly.

"OHHH!" He could feel himself about to burst.

"Gin-san! It's unbearable! I need-"

As fate would have it, there was another interruption. A knock on the door. "Aya-san? You ready?"

They both stopped and stared at the door. Gintoki wanted to behead the person behind it. He had such bad timing. He glanced at Sacchan when she got up, trembling. Her breaths were loud and rapid.

"I'm on my way." She paused in front of the mirror to do some last minute touches and glanced at him longingly before exiting the room. He sighed in frustration and looked down as he moved to cover the evidence on his pants with his yukata before standing up to head to his usual place in the audience.

He was pleased to see her wearing her glasses and he smiled back at her when she spotted him. He wanted to punch every single male who was ogling her and yelling out obscenities. He felt smug though, those bastards would never get as close to her as he was.

When she announced the next song and said it was something quite accurate for her emotions, Gintoki became alert. He listened as she explained that it was originally in English, sung by an American artist called Madonna. The lyrics were translated to Japanese, but the tune was maintained.

Sacchan paused before signaling a start to the song she called, Crazy For You. He watched her closely, taking in each word and the song's meaning. Was she singing it for him? She didn't say. He strongly assumed that she was, though her eyes were glued to the back wall. She should look at him. He wanted to feel the weight of her stare and decipher her emotions.

Still, he thought he already knew the truth.

When the song ended, he stood up. He had wanted to grab her attention but she was already looking at him. Her lips were parted, eyes wide and intense. Gintoki tilted his head towards the dressing room, giving her a signal that they should talk. She turned and ran backstage without a reaction.

Curious, he bolted towards her dressing room and was startled to see her standing in the middle, glancing around frantically. He stepped inside and when she spotted him, she locked the door.

"Sacchan? What-"

She hauled his head towards hers and kissed him feverishly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He responded, still shocked but amazed at her boldness. Her lips mauled his and she gripped him tighter, as close as possible. Slowly moving his hands to her bottom, he rubbed her cheeks, seeking to pacify her but it only served to agitate her further.

Sacchan slid out of her clothes and started to undress him. She pressed her lips on his jaw and neck while she smoothed his chest with her hands. "Touch me, Gin-san," she pleaded, urging her body on his.

He weighed her breasts in his hands, rubbing her nipples harshly. She screamed, begging for more. Her hand grabbed him deliciously. He enjoyed her possession. "More, Sacchan!"

She did so as they kissed again, devouring each other impatiently. He wanted to continue kissing her but he also longed to suck on her breasts as he fucked her with all his might.

Without letting go, she dragged him to the couch and pushed him to lie on his back. He couldn't believe his eyes when she took off her panties, climbed atop to straddle him, and started to kiss him again. "Sacchan," he said when they paused, "this is fantastic." She moved smoothly over him, teasing him.

"Gin-san! I want you to fuck me," she panted, as she pushed against him.

He groaned and complied. She was screaming and moving recklessly. It drove him insane.

"It's been so long," he growled.

She directed their rhythm, while she moaned and cried without a care. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and her face was buried in his neck as she rode him. "I don't want to stop," she gasped.

Gintoki marveled at her arousal and the erotic nature of her actions. He moved against her and glided his hands through every part of her body that he could reach. She felt splendid; he did not want to stop either.

They screamed each other's names as they let go, convulsing and collapsing on each other. Their breaths mixed as they kissed in the interim, never losing a bit of desire.

"Gin-san," Sacchan murmured against his mouth, "let's do it again."

"Wow. You're so eager…"

She sighed and slid her body along his torso. "Please…"

"Since you insist…" He looped his arms around her and turned them over to switch places. He bent his head to lick her breasts, frustrated since he had wanted to do this earlier. She whimpered in his arms and spread her thighs wantonly.

He smirked and decided to let her wait. For now, he would focus on her beautiful breasts and tease her ruthlessly.

She squirmed and begged, wrapping her thighs around his hips. Her shouts were still piercing and he was sure that they were heard from the outside. It was a good thing, so that everyone else would know she was his.

He took her swiftly, drawing her as close to him as possible. He knew exactly how to drive her insane with his movements. Their lovemaking was in perfect harmony. It was a blessing that she had finally consented to this again.

Afterwards, Sacchan glanced at the clock and gasped. He looked to see that it was past midnight. "Let's go home," she told him as she started to get dressed. He kissed her again, still fueled by his need for her.

"Want me to tie you up and blindfold you?" He asked when they arrived at her apartment.

They spent the night making love, only taking a few power naps in between turns. It was a restless night but it was one he would repeat over and over and never forget.

Author's end note: 2 more chapters before Tsukuyo's appearance, including this, I think. Anyway, I'll be uploading Chapter 14 also today or tomorrow. Thank you for your heartwarming reviews! redpurpleblack, you're too awesome yourself! Say hello to sensei for me… lol jk. *not a troll* an. co. xx, Gintoki is simply sexy… I can't! Give me a moment. HijiTae… I'd love to but I always struggle with Hijikata. *sobs*