Gintoki: A Fictional Narrative
It’s 9 in the morning on a Friday, hours before Sakata Gintoki is anywhere near the peak of wakefulness. Supressing a yawn, he leans his back against a dirty brick wall in a nondescript Kabukicho alley, contemplating whether he should wait out the company of his friends or go back home to the comfort of his futon and dreams of a certain blonde-haired neighbor. He closes his eyes, remembering the feeling of Tsukuyo’s skin- skimming his cheek, under his own fingertips, on his tongue.
“Ahahaha, Kintoki! Hisashiburi! It’s been too long!” Ah, well that’s the end of his quiet morning.
“Not long enough if you’re still coming around here- and it’s Gintoki. Gin-To-Ki.” He grumbles, annoyed at the interruption, even if the laughing idiot is partly the reason he was standing in the dirty alley to begin with. “Where’s Zura? He only …show more content…
You’re the most socially inept person out of all of us.” Katsura throws him a glare. “But I guess I’ll help you just this once.”
Katsura turns his entire body to look at Gintoki, his eyes adapting a watery quality, he notices his mouth wobbles even before he speaks. “Really, Gintoki?”
“Tch, yeah. Now hurry up and tell me what you want me to do before I change my mind.” Saluting, Katsura turns to run down the alley, down the same direction Tatsuma had disappeared down just a little earlier in the exchange.
“Bring ‘em in, Sakamoto!” Over the sound of a truck backing up, Sakata Gintoki hears unreasonably loud chortling, and knows immediately that he had made a grave mistake. Katsura turns to face him, the sunlight hits his long black hair and projects the shimmering quality of his olive eyes. “Gintoki, I present to you The Renho Project.” Then, the door of the ton truck slides open to reveal-
“Oi, Zura I thought you said this would be an art project.” Katsura blinks at him.
“It is, Gintoki.” A snap sounds through the alley, although it’s a hypothetical one, meant to represent Gintoki’s patience running out
“Ahahaha, Kintoki! Hisashiburi! It’s been too long!” Ah, well that’s the end of his quiet morning.
“Not long enough if you’re still coming around here- and it’s Gintoki. Gin-To-Ki.” He grumbles, annoyed at the interruption, even if the laughing idiot is partly the reason he was standing in the dirty alley to begin with. “Where’s Zura? He only …show more content…
You’re the most socially inept person out of all of us.” Katsura throws him a glare. “But I guess I’ll help you just this once.”
Katsura turns his entire body to look at Gintoki, his eyes adapting a watery quality, he notices his mouth wobbles even before he speaks. “Really, Gintoki?”
“Tch, yeah. Now hurry up and tell me what you want me to do before I change my mind.” Saluting, Katsura turns to run down the alley, down the same direction Tatsuma had disappeared down just a little earlier in the exchange.
“Bring ‘em in, Sakamoto!” Over the sound of a truck backing up, Sakata Gintoki hears unreasonably loud chortling, and knows immediately that he had made a grave mistake. Katsura turns to face him, the sunlight hits his long black hair and projects the shimmering quality of his olive eyes. “Gintoki, I present to you The Renho Project.” Then, the door of the ton truck slides open to reveal-
“Oi, Zura I thought you said this would be an art project.” Katsura blinks at him.
“It is, Gintoki.” A snap sounds through the alley, although it’s a hypothetical one, meant to represent Gintoki’s patience running out