FIC: Nameless (0/TBD) (Gintama, Multichaptered: Prologue)
Title: Nameless
Characters: Tsukuyo, the Yoshiwara gang & other assorted peanuts
Summary: It's a piece of wisdom as old as the moon - men of the Yato clan are always more trouble than they're worth.
Notes: Work in progress. Little details are subject to change. (Story is also subject to axing sob)
As Yoshiwara's Chief of Security, Tsukuyo has had her share of violently disrupted mornings. Like those mornings when she had to deal with drunk clients who outstayed their welcome or stubbornly refused to settle their tabs. Or those mornings when Seita barged into her room in a state of panic after breaking the newly imported glow-in-the-dark dildos, having repurposed them as lightsabers. Or those mornings when Kagura came to rant about the lack of quality breakfast at Yorozuya HQ and dropped unsubtle hints about the pleasant meat bun shop that opened early mornings.
For Tsukuyo, enjoying a peaceful morning was a luxury which arrival could never be counted on. Even so, being accused for treason and aiding-and-abetting an intergalactic terrorist, possibly triggering a vicious war in the process, pretty much took the cake for most distressing morning ever.
The sun had barely risen, her mouth still reeked off sake, her head felt like the insides of a turbulent airplane, and she was seeing double, as if one Gintoki wasn't enough strain on her patience. She pinched the bridge of her nose to chase the headache away. If only there was a button she could press to mute the endless bickering between the Yorozuya leader and Shinsengumi's hot-headed vice-commander.
"Why are we here again? We've done nothing wrong! We have nothing to do with Yoshiwara! We only visited the place once a week for their Friday night spicy-steamed-dumplings hotpot!"
"Uh, Gin-san, you just implicated all of us, if we're not ankle-deep in it already...."
"Besides," Shinsengumi's vice-commander interjected, "Whenever some bad business went down at Yoshiwara, you guys were always around, putting out the fire or starting it. There was that mess with the overthrowing of their own ruler, and then there's the overthrowing of Edo's ruler. You see, the pattern holds up. When you look at it like that, trying to start an intergalactic war is a natural escalation-"
"Escalceration," corrected Kagura.
"Yeah, whatever. What I'm saying is, when it comes to shady treason plots, you guys are clearly bedfellows."
Oh hell no, Tsukuyo's temper flared. The hangover and getting dragged to the police station was humiliating enough, but this implication was way over the line. "Who's sharing a bed with him?"
"Uh, I don't think he meant it that way, Tsukuyo-san," Shinpachi supplied his tsukkomi lines dutifully. "Besides, don't you all think we're starting a bit too abruptly? Opening in medias res might be the Hollywood trend these days, but it's difficult for the readers to follow. We need a proper recap."
"Sure," Hijikata said. "Once upon a time, there was a show called Gintama. It was a show bound for axing due to the depraved morals of its protagonist-"
"Who told you to recap from the first episode?! And what kind of recap is that anyway?"
Tsukuyo exhaled the smoke from her pipe and sighed. "All right. Since we're all going to be stuck here for a while, I suppose there's little harm telling the story from the beginning..."
Characters: Tsukuyo, the Yoshiwara gang & other assorted peanuts
Summary: It's a piece of wisdom as old as the moon - men of the Yato clan are always more trouble than they're worth.
Notes: Work in progress. Little details are subject to change. (Story is also subject to axing sob)
As Yoshiwara's Chief of Security, Tsukuyo has had her share of violently disrupted mornings. Like those mornings when she had to deal with drunk clients who outstayed their welcome or stubbornly refused to settle their tabs. Or those mornings when Seita barged into her room in a state of panic after breaking the newly imported glow-in-the-dark dildos, having repurposed them as lightsabers. Or those mornings when Kagura came to rant about the lack of quality breakfast at Yorozuya HQ and dropped unsubtle hints about the pleasant meat bun shop that opened early mornings.
For Tsukuyo, enjoying a peaceful morning was a luxury which arrival could never be counted on. Even so, being accused for treason and aiding-and-abetting an intergalactic terrorist, possibly triggering a vicious war in the process, pretty much took the cake for most distressing morning ever.
The sun had barely risen, her mouth still reeked off sake, her head felt like the insides of a turbulent airplane, and she was seeing double, as if one Gintoki wasn't enough strain on her patience. She pinched the bridge of her nose to chase the headache away. If only there was a button she could press to mute the endless bickering between the Yorozuya leader and Shinsengumi's hot-headed vice-commander.
"Why are we here again? We've done nothing wrong! We have nothing to do with Yoshiwara! We only visited the place once a week for their Friday night spicy-steamed-dumplings hotpot!"
"Uh, Gin-san, you just implicated all of us, if we're not ankle-deep in it already...."
"Besides," Shinsengumi's vice-commander interjected, "Whenever some bad business went down at Yoshiwara, you guys were always around, putting out the fire or starting it. There was that mess with the overthrowing of their own ruler, and then there's the overthrowing of Edo's ruler. You see, the pattern holds up. When you look at it like that, trying to start an intergalactic war is a natural escalation-"
"Escalceration," corrected Kagura.
"Yeah, whatever. What I'm saying is, when it comes to shady treason plots, you guys are clearly bedfellows."
Oh hell no, Tsukuyo's temper flared. The hangover and getting dragged to the police station was humiliating enough, but this implication was way over the line. "Who's sharing a bed with him?"
"Uh, I don't think he meant it that way, Tsukuyo-san," Shinpachi supplied his tsukkomi lines dutifully. "Besides, don't you all think we're starting a bit too abruptly? Opening in medias res might be the Hollywood trend these days, but it's difficult for the readers to follow. We need a proper recap."
"Sure," Hijikata said. "Once upon a time, there was a show called Gintama. It was a show bound for axing due to the depraved morals of its protagonist-"
"Who told you to recap from the first episode?! And what kind of recap is that anyway?"
Tsukuyo exhaled the smoke from her pipe and sighed. "All right. Since we're all going to be stuck here for a while, I suppose there's little harm telling the story from the beginning..."