Yakuza Daughter: Chapter I
Title: Yakuza Daughter
Summary: You may look like the very image of a Yamato Nadeshiko but you were far from one. First of all, you have a fetish for men in glasses and butlers. Secondly, you are an otome game otaku. Lastly, you are the daughter of a former Yakuza boss. Of course, the man who forced you to marry him didn't know that and is going to get his ass majorly handed back to him.
Genres: Comedy, Romance, Angst
Rating: T
Pairing: Reader x Surprise
Fandom: Gintama
Warning: Gore, Spoilers, Satire/Sexual/Inappropriate Humour
Status: In-Progress
Chapter One: 1,000 Ryou Offer
“So?” Gintoki asked as he started to pick his nose. He then pulled out his finger and flicked out the booger he managed to pick, watching it with disinterest as it landed by his foot.
The well-dressed man sitting across him didn’t seem faze by it though the two men in black behind him did twitch in disgust but remained silent.
“Here you go,” Shinpachi said, placing a cup of warm tea on the coffee table. After he was done serving him the tea, he took a seat beside Gintoki. Kagura sat on the other side of the silver-haired man, munching on pickled seaweed as she pet a sleeping Sadaharu by her side.
“Thank you,” the man thanked politely, snuffing out the cigarette he was smoking in order to drink the beverage he was given. When he was done, he placed the cup back on the table with a light thump.
“It’s not every day that an elite man such as yourself pays this part of Shinjuku a visit,” Gintoki pointed out. He placed his arms behind his head. “Must be important if you’re here.”
“Indeed it is,” the man agreed, solemnly nodding his head to himself. “Unfortunately I am out of ideas on how to solve such a problem when I heard of your business from...a friend. I am hoping you can do something for me.”
He pulled out a pack of cigarette from the inside pockets of his suit. Immediately, one of his subordinates pulled out a lighter and lit up the stick of cigarette on his mouth.
“I want you to look for my daughter,” Kirishima said as he blew out a puff of smoke.
“Why don’t you just ask your men to look for her?” Gintoki asked. “You look like you have enough to spare.”
“That’s…a complicated matter, you see.”
“Complicated?” Shinpachi was the one to ask this time.
The old man let out a deep sigh.
“You see…several days ago, I was at a casino with this Amanto business partner. At that time, we were already very drunk but we were still playing black jack and had wanted to finish the game. So, I came up with this proposition that if I win, he will run around butt naked in the next merchants’ guild meeting…”
“What kind of proposition is that…?” Shinpachi murmured to himself.
“Please don’t interrupt me,” the old man chastised with a slight frown. “Anyway, he said that if he wins, however, I’ll agree into letting his son marry my daughter.”
Kirishima suddenly stood up, his face contorted into anger.
“HOW COULD I LET MY BEAUTIFUL, PRECIOUS BABY GIRL MARRY HIS STUPID GOOD-FOR-NOTHING AMANTO SON?! I DON’T WANT AMANTO GRANDKIDS! HER MOTHER IN HEAVEN WOULD CRY IF I EVER LET HER BEAR SUCH DISGUSTING SPAWNS!!!!”
“Actually, I think you’re the one who’s crying…”
“Anyway, I was already very drunk at that point, you see, and my judgement is already clouded so you must understand that I should not be making such important decisions such as that and I wasn’t expecting to lose! Losing is unacceptable!”
“But you lost. Isn’t that why you’re here…?” Gintoki remarked blankly.
“WHAT KIND OF FATHER ARE YOU TO EVEN USE YOUR OWN DAUGHTER AS A BET IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?” Shinpachi yelled out in disbelief.
Kirishima let out a cry as tears started running down his cheeks, a handkerchief already on his hand as he attempted to wipe them away.
“I know! I regret it! If only I had chosen to play pachinko with him instead of black jack, he would be running around butt naked in the merchants’ guild meeting!”
“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!”
Kirishima suddenly bowed his head.
“Please! Bring back my daughter! I can’t take her back myself because doing so means I'm breaking a deal which means losing an important business partner! That would be bad for my business!”
“Tch, what a pain…” Gintoki grumbled to himself, picking his nose again.
“Oi! The boss is bowing his head to you! Show some respect, commoner!”
“It’s all right, Bernard,” Kirishima said. He sat back down on the couch and snapped his fingers. One of his subordinates brought up a briefcase and placed it on the coffee table.
Both Shinpachi and Kagura peered curiously at the briefcase while Gintoki opened one eye to watch. Once briefcase opened with a click, the three let out a surprised gasp.
“There’s one thousand ryou [1] here and it’s all yours if you bring my daughter safe and unharmed.”
“O-One thousand-!” Shinpachi choked out, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden.
“Endless supply of pickled seaweed!!” Kagura exclaimed out happily, already salivating at the very thought of it.
“Well, Gintoki-san?” Kirishima said as he leaned his chin on the back of his hands, a certain glint in his eyes. “What will it be then?”
Gintoki crossed his arms as a grin formed on his lips.
“Don’t worry, Kirishima-san. You can consider this case closed.”
[1] - 1,000 Ryou = 100,000,000 Yen. I'm going to assume that Gintama is set early/mid Edo period.
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Summary: You may look like the very image of a Yamato Nadeshiko but you were far from one. First of all, you have a fetish for men in glasses and butlers. Secondly, you are an otome game otaku. Lastly, you are the daughter of a former Yakuza boss. Of course, the man who forced you to marry him didn't know that and is going to get his ass majorly handed back to him.
Genres: Comedy, Romance, Angst
Rating: T
Pairing: Reader x Surprise
Fandom: Gintama
Warning: Gore, Spoilers, Satire/Sexual/Inappropriate Humour
Status: In-Progress
Chapter One: 1,000 Ryou Offer
“So?” Gintoki asked as he started to pick his nose. He then pulled out his finger and flicked out the booger he managed to pick, watching it with disinterest as it landed by his foot.
The well-dressed man sitting across him didn’t seem faze by it though the two men in black behind him did twitch in disgust but remained silent.
“Here you go,” Shinpachi said, placing a cup of warm tea on the coffee table. After he was done serving him the tea, he took a seat beside Gintoki. Kagura sat on the other side of the silver-haired man, munching on pickled seaweed as she pet a sleeping Sadaharu by her side.
“Thank you,” the man thanked politely, snuffing out the cigarette he was smoking in order to drink the beverage he was given. When he was done, he placed the cup back on the table with a light thump.
“It’s not every day that an elite man such as yourself pays this part of Shinjuku a visit,” Gintoki pointed out. He placed his arms behind his head. “Must be important if you’re here.”
“Indeed it is,” the man agreed, solemnly nodding his head to himself. “Unfortunately I am out of ideas on how to solve such a problem when I heard of your business from...a friend. I am hoping you can do something for me.”
He pulled out a pack of cigarette from the inside pockets of his suit. Immediately, one of his subordinates pulled out a lighter and lit up the stick of cigarette on his mouth.
“I want you to look for my daughter,” Kirishima said as he blew out a puff of smoke.
“Why don’t you just ask your men to look for her?” Gintoki asked. “You look like you have enough to spare.”
“That’s…a complicated matter, you see.”
“Complicated?” Shinpachi was the one to ask this time.
The old man let out a deep sigh.
“You see…several days ago, I was at a casino with this Amanto business partner. At that time, we were already very drunk but we were still playing black jack and had wanted to finish the game. So, I came up with this proposition that if I win, he will run around butt naked in the next merchants’ guild meeting…”
“What kind of proposition is that…?” Shinpachi murmured to himself.
“Please don’t interrupt me,” the old man chastised with a slight frown. “Anyway, he said that if he wins, however, I’ll agree into letting his son marry my daughter.”
Kirishima suddenly stood up, his face contorted into anger.
“HOW COULD I LET MY BEAUTIFUL, PRECIOUS BABY GIRL MARRY HIS STUPID GOOD-FOR-NOTHING AMANTO SON?! I DON’T WANT AMANTO GRANDKIDS! HER MOTHER IN HEAVEN WOULD CRY IF I EVER LET HER BEAR SUCH DISGUSTING SPAWNS!!!!”
“Actually, I think you’re the one who’s crying…”
“Anyway, I was already very drunk at that point, you see, and my judgement is already clouded so you must understand that I should not be making such important decisions such as that and I wasn’t expecting to lose! Losing is unacceptable!”
“But you lost. Isn’t that why you’re here…?” Gintoki remarked blankly.
“WHAT KIND OF FATHER ARE YOU TO EVEN USE YOUR OWN DAUGHTER AS A BET IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?” Shinpachi yelled out in disbelief.
Kirishima let out a cry as tears started running down his cheeks, a handkerchief already on his hand as he attempted to wipe them away.
“I know! I regret it! If only I had chosen to play pachinko with him instead of black jack, he would be running around butt naked in the merchants’ guild meeting!”
“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!”
Kirishima suddenly bowed his head.
“Please! Bring back my daughter! I can’t take her back myself because doing so means I'm breaking a deal which means losing an important business partner! That would be bad for my business!”
“Tch, what a pain…” Gintoki grumbled to himself, picking his nose again.
“Oi! The boss is bowing his head to you! Show some respect, commoner!”
“It’s all right, Bernard,” Kirishima said. He sat back down on the couch and snapped his fingers. One of his subordinates brought up a briefcase and placed it on the coffee table.
Both Shinpachi and Kagura peered curiously at the briefcase while Gintoki opened one eye to watch. Once briefcase opened with a click, the three let out a surprised gasp.
“There’s one thousand ryou [1] here and it’s all yours if you bring my daughter safe and unharmed.”
“O-One thousand-!” Shinpachi choked out, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden.
“Endless supply of pickled seaweed!!” Kagura exclaimed out happily, already salivating at the very thought of it.
“Well, Gintoki-san?” Kirishima said as he leaned his chin on the back of his hands, a certain glint in his eyes. “What will it be then?”
Gintoki crossed his arms as a grin formed on his lips.
“Don’t worry, Kirishima-san. You can consider this case closed.”
[1] - 1,000 Ryou = 100,000,000 Yen. I'm going to assume that Gintama is set early/mid Edo period.
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