Pairing: Gintoki x Takasugi

Chapter rating: T (maybe M for language? Not sure)

Disclaimer: GinTama and all of its characters belong to Sorachi-sensei, the awesome gorilla mangaka~

A/N: Aaaaand here's chapter 2. I was just waiting for the right time to upload it (since my laptop's down AGAIN. We have a beautiful, yet dysfunctional, relationship, my laptop and I) so here we go.
This time we see things from our little terrorist's perspective. I enjoy writing Takasugi WAY more than I should. Maybe it's because I find him to be more than just a crazy psychopath who likes to destroy things for no apparant reason. I have my own theories and LOTS of them.
Anyway, things are moving ahead in this chapter and poor Gin-chan is still being abused. Well, he'll live. Karma, right? xP

Karma Strikes

Chapter 2
The first move can decide the game

For once, Takasugi was actually in a decent mood.

Usually he would not give a rat's ass about his surroundings, least of all the people present. But recently that had changed.

The reason behind this sudden chance was his classmate, Gintoki Sakata. Apart from his wavy silver hair (which he claimed was all natural), he seemed like an average guy.

He was not particularly popular, but he knew people all over the school. His level of intelligence would seem below average (not helped by the fact that he would sometimes pick his nose in the middle of a conversation), yet he was smart enough to pick his battles. And then, of course, there was his craving for all things sweet and his habit of making ridiculous faces when something unexpected occurred.

Takasugi was especially enjoying the last part. Gintoki had stuck to him like his own shadow for the past couple of days, keeping an eye on him (well, two actually) and making sure that they did not get in trouble.

Sadly for him, trouble was Takasugi's middle name and he excelled at causing it. The day before, he had snuck into the chemistry lab and switched around a few labels while Gin had been in the bathroom. Needless to say, hilarity ensued as a mixture blew up in the face of a teacher during class and a horrible stench had spread throughout the lab and hallway.

The joke had been fairly harmless, but of course the student council had gotten involved. Gintoki had provided an alias for him, infuriating the president further as Takasugi once again slipped through his fingers.

Since it seemed that he was not about to get rid of the silverhaired guy, Takasugi had figured that he might as well use it to his advantage. Hijikata's plan had backfired the second he had decided to bring a third variable into the equation. Unlike the chain-smoking, mayonnaise-consuming student council president, Takasugi was capable (and very much so) of using people for his own benefits.

And here comes another opportunity.

The very moment Takasugi was about to step outside the school gate, his path was blocked by a muscular figure, roughly a feet or so taller than himself. Accompanied by approximately 10 other guys of similar build, there was no doubt that they were looking for a fight.

"You're that Takasugi guy, right?" the first male asked, grinning all the while. "The boss told us to take care of you. Can't see why he'd bother with such a midget."

"…Kamui again, huh?" Takasugi recalled his brief encounter with the leader of a local gang, who went to a different school. He was really not surprised at the smaller crowd, but rather at how much he was underestimated. "Obviously I didn't make things clear enough before."

At his side, Gintoki (who was still following him) looked like someone who was about to go for a hundred meter dash. Pricking Takasugi on the shoulder, he was wearing one of those stupid expressions as he spoke up.

"Excuse me? Perhaps you could both reconsider this? I'm sure no one wants that kind of trouble on such a beautiful day like today-"

"Can it, Curly. This ain't your business!"

The guy had switched his attention to Gintoki, glaring at him with eyes burning like those of a mad bull ready to charge. Takasugi swore he could almost see the sweat trickling down the permhead's face.

"…it kinda is, actually…"

"Did ya say something?"

"He did, or are so brain-dead that even your hearing is failing now?" Takasugi taunted, regaining the attention he had lost as he heard a vein pop. This was a brilliant opportunity to not only get rid of Kamui's peasants, but get back at the guy who had been stalking him around. "He said it is his business, asshole."

"Oh, did he really?" The thug appeared to be on the verge of snapping. "And why would he bother with a little shit like you?"

A creepy smirk crept onto Takasugi's lips as he shot a short glance at Gintoki, who looked back with a puzzled expression. He then faced the other guy again with a chuckle before continuing.

"Because we're going out."

The immediate surprise was even more effective than Takasugi had predicted. While the guy in front of him had lowered his guard, he jerked his knee upwards, hitting the bastard right between the legs. As he doubled over in pain holding his privates, a single kick struck his jaw with a sickening sound and rendered him unconscious on the ground.

The remaining members either gathered around the leader or stared at the attacker in dismay. Cracking his knuckles, Takasugi let out a laugh as he looked for his next victim when-

"Now RUN!"

A hand had grasped his wrist and he was forced to run along as to not fall over on the asphalt. His eyes widened as he saw who had suddenly dragged him away from a good fight.

That silverhaired scatterbrain had fled and taken him along!

For a moment he considered whether he should fight back and get the older male to stop, but he reconsidered and a smile replaced the angry look on his face.

No, there would be plenty of ways to mess with Gintoki now, especially with the statement Takasugi thrown out before.

Your move, Gintoki Sakata. I can't wait to see how you'll deal with that.