[prompt bingo] [winter challenge] [gintama] Holiday Season
Title: Sorry Santa, This Roof is a No Parking Zone
Author: spicy_diamond
Fandom: Gintama
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Holiday Season
Challenge: promptbingo : Winter Challenge
Disclaimer: I own zilch, nada, zero... Nothing save for my own convoluted imaginings.
Summary: Mopeds and ice don't mix.
Words: 427
“What seems to be the problem officer?” Gin stood up, leaning a casual elbow on his moped. A perfect picture of nonchalance - save for the fact that his bike was currently embedded in the side of a teriyaki shop.
Hijikata took one last deep, calming drag of his cigarette, dropped the butt into the slushy mess of snow and ice lining the sidewalk, and stepped on it. The still smoldering tip hissed faintly as it went out.
“Don't fuck with me Sakata.” Resting one hand on his sword hilt, he thrust the the other out expectantly. “Give me your damn license and registration already so we can get this over with.”
“Whaa? Surely, there's no need for that.” Faltering slightly at the thought of a ticket, Gin knocked into one of the bike's rear view mirrors sending it to join the bits and pieces of scrap surrounding the wreckage of his moped. “I mean, maybe I was going just a tad over the speed limit...”
Hijikata grit his teeth, giving something between a sigh and a groan as he yanked his police notebook from his pocket with a sneer. Gesturing back up the road Gin had came in on, he counted off the samurai's sins, following the careening path the moped had traveled down the ice slicked hill with an almost malicious relish.
“One count of speeding, three counts of failing to stop at traffic signals, one count of permed hair, one count of reckless endangerment, two counts of aggravated assault with a motor vehicle, three counts of pissing me off-”
“...Wait a minute, I might not be up on my law studies, but I think some of those aren't-”
“And one count of failing to comply with law enforcement.” Hijikata finished, ripping the ticket from his booklet and shoving it towards Gintoki. “Now pay it or I'll sic Yamazaki on you.”
Gin grimaced, gingerly taking the ticket with gloved fingers. Paling as he looked at the numbers, he gave a shaky grin, wheedling.
“Are you sure we couldn't just let this one slide? You know, 'tis the season of giving and all.”
Hijikata paused, fresh cigarette halfway to his lips. One brow arched.
“Pretty please?”
Teeth clamping down on his cigarette, the Shinsengumi vice-commander extended a hand and snatched the ticket out of Gin's open palm with a dull glare. His pen flashed.
“And one count of attempted bribery.” He chucked the ticket back, forcing Gintoki to scramble to catch it. “Merry fucking Christmas.”
Author: spicy_diamond
Fandom: Gintama
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Holiday Season
Challenge: promptbingo : Winter Challenge
Disclaimer: I own zilch, nada, zero... Nothing save for my own convoluted imaginings.
Summary: Mopeds and ice don't mix.
Words: 427
“What seems to be the problem officer?” Gin stood up, leaning a casual elbow on his moped. A perfect picture of nonchalance - save for the fact that his bike was currently embedded in the side of a teriyaki shop.
Hijikata took one last deep, calming drag of his cigarette, dropped the butt into the slushy mess of snow and ice lining the sidewalk, and stepped on it. The still smoldering tip hissed faintly as it went out.
“Don't fuck with me Sakata.” Resting one hand on his sword hilt, he thrust the the other out expectantly. “Give me your damn license and registration already so we can get this over with.”
“Whaa? Surely, there's no need for that.” Faltering slightly at the thought of a ticket, Gin knocked into one of the bike's rear view mirrors sending it to join the bits and pieces of scrap surrounding the wreckage of his moped. “I mean, maybe I was going just a tad over the speed limit...”
Hijikata grit his teeth, giving something between a sigh and a groan as he yanked his police notebook from his pocket with a sneer. Gesturing back up the road Gin had came in on, he counted off the samurai's sins, following the careening path the moped had traveled down the ice slicked hill with an almost malicious relish.
“One count of speeding, three counts of failing to stop at traffic signals, one count of permed hair, one count of reckless endangerment, two counts of aggravated assault with a motor vehicle, three counts of pissing me off-”
“...Wait a minute, I might not be up on my law studies, but I think some of those aren't-”
“And one count of failing to comply with law enforcement.” Hijikata finished, ripping the ticket from his booklet and shoving it towards Gintoki. “Now pay it or I'll sic Yamazaki on you.”
Gin grimaced, gingerly taking the ticket with gloved fingers. Paling as he looked at the numbers, he gave a shaky grin, wheedling.
“Are you sure we couldn't just let this one slide? You know, 'tis the season of giving and all.”
Hijikata paused, fresh cigarette halfway to his lips. One brow arched.
“Pretty please?”
Teeth clamping down on his cigarette, the Shinsengumi vice-commander extended a hand and snatched the ticket out of Gin's open palm with a dull glare. His pen flashed.
“And one count of attempted bribery.” He chucked the ticket back, forcing Gintoki to scramble to catch it. “Merry fucking Christmas.”