One Sentence Prompts: Yamazaki/Badminton
Title: Adjunct
Pairing: Yamazaki/Badminton
Rating: T
Warnings: Crack, run-on sentences, crack, bad jokes, crack, mutilated grammar, and crack.
Disclaimer: Gintama is Sorachi's.
Notes: 22/50 sentences about Yamazaki and his all-withstanding love for badminton. Prompts taken from 1sentence , theme set gamma.
Match made in heaven.
Ring
Yamazaki hated the school bell because it rang too early during lunch break [cutting short his Badminton Time], and too late at the end of the day [postponing his Badminton Time].
Memory
If one were to ask Yamazaki about the origins of his badminton fix, he probably wouldn't tell them that at some point between swinging his racquet for the first time, and watching it fly up higher than his shuttlecock did, he'd fallen in love with the sport; he also wouldn't tell them that love turned into obsession when he'd started looking for ways to make it to the World Series improve his Kenjutsu skills ["Yamazaki-kun, you brought that racquet to the dojo again?!"].
Talk
If one were to ask Yamazaki's mother about the origins of his badminton fix, she would sit them down, pour them some hot tea, bring out a stack of baby pictures and methodically go through each one of them; "Sagaru was such a good kid~" she'd say, holding out a photo, "all you had to do was give him a plastic racquet or a shuttle, and he'd entertain himself all day."
Box
Outside the boundaries of the rectangular court, he may be known as The Jimi, but inside, he's simply known as The Prince of 'Minton -- not that he's bragging or anything.
Run
It's the racquet's downward swipe and the resulting whoosh of air that cause the cigarette in Hijikata's mouth to fall to the ground; realizing this, Yamazaki takes off like a gazelle, but the Vice Commander's predatory strides and the acrimonious growl of his voice ["Ya-ma-za-ki, seppuku, right now!"] keep getting closer and closer an-"GAAAAHHH!"
Hurricane
When Yamazaki screams in the middle of a training session, looking at his badminton racquet with an expression that can only be described as horrified-denial, the rest of the Shinsengumi ignore him and resume their sword practice ["It's only Yamazaki, tch"], absolutely unconcerned about the calamity raging in their best spy's head: nooooooooo my Edo Badminton League sticker is...my Badminton League sticker is...goooone...and why the hell does my racquet smell like disinfectant?!
Unknown
Nobody bothers to tell him that the following series of events were responsible for the disappearance of his sticker: [1] the First Squadron had been assigned to cleaning duty in the dojo; [2] almost all members of the First Squadron, including Captain Okita, had absconded from cleaning duty; [3] which left Kumanaku Seizou, the man who brought about Shinsengumi's Toilet Revolution, to disinfect every object in his line of vision and Yamazaki's racquet was just a drop in the ocean.
Red
"Please calm down, Zaki-senpai; you can't arrest the referee for making a bad line call!"
Drink
As he passes by the living quarters on his way to the toilet, Second Lieutenant Fujioka, aka New Guy, hears a strange murmur coming from a room in the corner; inquisitive, he peeks in through a slit in the door to find...what was his name again? Jimizaki-san?...talking to something that looks very much like a badminton racquet ["Aah~ it's been so long since I've held you like this...what? this morning doesn't count...how could you say that?...I was not staring at Fukuchou's sausage..."] and decides he's had a little too much to drink.
View
"Where's Yamazaki-san," Shinpachi asks worriedly, as he locks the door behind him, preventing an angry mob of whoever-they've-managed-to-anger from breaking in; Gintoki and Kagura point to the desolate badminton racquet lying on the floor and reply with a nonchalant, "There".
Talent
Agility, acuity and the ability to deceive are the fundamentals of being a good spy, and thanks to badminton, Yamazaki has honed all three.
Mask
Mishaps like this aren't apocalyptic enough to stop him from participating in the district tournament; but Yamazaki thinks, rather sullenly, that if only his hair would grow as fast as Kondo-san's nose hair, he wouldn't have to conceal his head under a double layer of bandanna and cap ["Oi, Zaki-senpai's Mohawk is showing from the back...should we tell him?"].
Wings
He wouldn't go as far as saying that playing badminton makes him feel like soaring, but it undoubtedly helps alleviate the stress of being [Hijikata-san's punchbag] overworked, underpaid, under-appreciated, and unpopular.
Cover
A disguise is to a spy as a sword is to a samurai; or so they say, but no matter how one looks at it, Yamazaki's Afro doesn't count as a disguise -- and what's even worse is that it decreases the coolness of his badminton moves by a devastating 97.69%.
Fall
When Hijikata-san announces the ratification of the new Kyokuchuu Hatto Regulation # 47 'Possession of Badminton-related Merchandise is Punishable by Seppuku', Yamazaki's world falls apart [amidst the rubble, he writes a final letter to his mom].
Dream
Upon realizing that Kyokuchuu Hatto # 47 was just a nightmare, he sighs with relief; there's no way Fukuchou would make a ridiculous rule like-- "Ah, Hijikata-san~ Yamazaki is still parading around with a racquet~"
Forgotten
Calling for back up was the only sensible option because apprehending Katsura on a lonely street by himself, without his racquet...uh, weapon would be asking for death, and also, it works in his favor that the Joui leader hasn't noticed his prese-- "Stop right there; you..." --shitshitshitholymotherofthe'mintongods he's been found out-- "...dropped your train pass."
Forever
"You can't play badminton forever you know," his mother had once said, and it still remains the biggest fear of his life.
Whisper
His colleagues think it's unlikely to happen, but that doesn't mean he's incapable of finding a special someone who'd smile at him warmly, cheer him up when he's down, make cute bentos with all his favorite foods, and whisper coyly in his ear, "Sagaru-san...let's play 'minton~".
Hope
He is not going to hope for a "next time" because today's game went like this: Kondo-san had used his favorite racquet to scrape dog poop off his sandal; Hijikata-san, or rather Tosshi, had complained the whole time that badminton wasn't as interesting as "TeniPuri", or "Eyeshield21", or "Captain Tsubasa"; Okita-taichou hadn't once stopped aiming his bazooka at Hiji--Tosshi's head; and the others had forgone the game in favor of reading Jump.
Hero
As long as he knows that his sword has been of service to the people of Edo, and that it will always have a place in Kondo-san's shrine, he can die with a smile on his face; golden pedestals and glorifying murals are not Yamazaki's cup of tea; and besides, he prefers the kind of tea that's iced, flavored and served right after a wonderfully exhausting game of 'minton.
Hero [Take 2]
Yamazaki's hero complex awakens only when he's in the badminton field.
Candle
Otsu's mother rewinds the concert tape to reconfirm what she'd just seen, and sure enough, some moron in the middle row was waving a badminton racquet while everyone else in the concert hall was waving a glow stick.
Pairing: Yamazaki/Badminton
Rating: T
Warnings: Crack, run-on sentences, crack, bad jokes, crack, mutilated grammar, and crack.
Disclaimer: Gintama is Sorachi's.
Notes: 22/50 sentences about Yamazaki and his all-withstanding love for badminton. Prompts taken from 1sentence , theme set gamma.
Match made in heaven.
Ring
Yamazaki hated the school bell because it rang too early during lunch break [cutting short his Badminton Time], and too late at the end of the day [postponing his Badminton Time].
Memory
If one were to ask Yamazaki about the origins of his badminton fix, he probably wouldn't tell them that at some point between swinging his racquet for the first time, and watching it fly up higher than his shuttlecock did, he'd fallen in love with the sport; he also wouldn't tell them that love turned into obsession when he'd started looking for ways to make it to the World Series improve his Kenjutsu skills ["Yamazaki-kun, you brought that racquet to the dojo again?!"].
Talk
If one were to ask Yamazaki's mother about the origins of his badminton fix, she would sit them down, pour them some hot tea, bring out a stack of baby pictures and methodically go through each one of them; "Sagaru was such a good kid~" she'd say, holding out a photo, "all you had to do was give him a plastic racquet or a shuttle, and he'd entertain himself all day."
Box
Outside the boundaries of the rectangular court, he may be known as The Jimi, but inside, he's simply known as The Prince of 'Minton -- not that he's bragging or anything.
Run
It's the racquet's downward swipe and the resulting whoosh of air that cause the cigarette in Hijikata's mouth to fall to the ground; realizing this, Yamazaki takes off like a gazelle, but the Vice Commander's predatory strides and the acrimonious growl of his voice ["Ya-ma-za-ki, seppuku, right now!"] keep getting closer and closer an-"GAAAAHHH!"
Hurricane
When Yamazaki screams in the middle of a training session, looking at his badminton racquet with an expression that can only be described as horrified-denial, the rest of the Shinsengumi ignore him and resume their sword practice ["It's only Yamazaki, tch"], absolutely unconcerned about the calamity raging in their best spy's head: nooooooooo my Edo Badminton League sticker is...my Badminton League sticker is...goooone...and why the hell does my racquet smell like disinfectant?!
Unknown
Nobody bothers to tell him that the following series of events were responsible for the disappearance of his sticker: [1] the First Squadron had been assigned to cleaning duty in the dojo; [2] almost all members of the First Squadron, including Captain Okita, had absconded from cleaning duty; [3] which left Kumanaku Seizou, the man who brought about Shinsengumi's Toilet Revolution, to disinfect every object in his line of vision and Yamazaki's racquet was just a drop in the ocean.
Red
"Please calm down, Zaki-senpai; you can't arrest the referee for making a bad line call!"
Drink
As he passes by the living quarters on his way to the toilet, Second Lieutenant Fujioka, aka New Guy, hears a strange murmur coming from a room in the corner; inquisitive, he peeks in through a slit in the door to find...what was his name again? Jimizaki-san?...talking to something that looks very much like a badminton racquet ["Aah~ it's been so long since I've held you like this...what? this morning doesn't count...how could you say that?...I was not staring at Fukuchou's sausage..."] and decides he's had a little too much to drink.
View
"Where's Yamazaki-san," Shinpachi asks worriedly, as he locks the door behind him, preventing an angry mob of whoever-they've-managed-to-anger from breaking in; Gintoki and Kagura point to the desolate badminton racquet lying on the floor and reply with a nonchalant, "There".
Talent
Agility, acuity and the ability to deceive are the fundamentals of being a good spy, and thanks to badminton, Yamazaki has honed all three.
Mask
Mishaps like this aren't apocalyptic enough to stop him from participating in the district tournament; but Yamazaki thinks, rather sullenly, that if only his hair would grow as fast as Kondo-san's nose hair, he wouldn't have to conceal his head under a double layer of bandanna and cap ["Oi, Zaki-senpai's Mohawk is showing from the back...should we tell him?"].
Wings
He wouldn't go as far as saying that playing badminton makes him feel like soaring, but it undoubtedly helps alleviate the stress of being [Hijikata-san's punchbag] overworked, underpaid, under-appreciated, and unpopular.
Cover
A disguise is to a spy as a sword is to a samurai; or so they say, but no matter how one looks at it, Yamazaki's Afro doesn't count as a disguise -- and what's even worse is that it decreases the coolness of his badminton moves by a devastating 97.69%.
Fall
When Hijikata-san announces the ratification of the new Kyokuchuu Hatto Regulation # 47 'Possession of Badminton-related Merchandise is Punishable by Seppuku', Yamazaki's world falls apart [amidst the rubble, he writes a final letter to his mom].
Dream
Upon realizing that Kyokuchuu Hatto # 47 was just a nightmare, he sighs with relief; there's no way Fukuchou would make a ridiculous rule like-- "Ah, Hijikata-san~ Yamazaki is still parading around with a racquet~"
Forgotten
Calling for back up was the only sensible option because apprehending Katsura on a lonely street by himself, without his racquet...uh, weapon would be asking for death, and also, it works in his favor that the Joui leader hasn't noticed his prese-- "Stop right there; you..." --shitshitshitholymotherofthe'mintongods he's been found out-- "...dropped your train pass."
Forever
"You can't play badminton forever you know," his mother had once said, and it still remains the biggest fear of his life.
Whisper
His colleagues think it's unlikely to happen, but that doesn't mean he's incapable of finding a special someone who'd smile at him warmly, cheer him up when he's down, make cute bentos with all his favorite foods, and whisper coyly in his ear, "Sagaru-san...let's play 'minton~".
Hope
He is not going to hope for a "next time" because today's game went like this: Kondo-san had used his favorite racquet to scrape dog poop off his sandal; Hijikata-san, or rather Tosshi, had complained the whole time that badminton wasn't as interesting as "TeniPuri", or "Eyeshield21", or "Captain Tsubasa"; Okita-taichou hadn't once stopped aiming his bazooka at Hiji--Tosshi's head; and the others had forgone the game in favor of reading Jump.
Hero
As long as he knows that his sword has been of service to the people of Edo, and that it will always have a place in Kondo-san's shrine, he can die with a smile on his face; golden pedestals and glorifying murals are not Yamazaki's cup of tea; and besides, he prefers the kind of tea that's iced, flavored and served right after a wonderfully exhausting game of 'minton.
Hero [Take 2]
Yamazaki's hero complex awakens only when he's in the badminton field.
Candle
Otsu's mother rewinds the concert tape to reconfirm what she'd just seen, and sure enough, some moron in the middle row was waving a badminton racquet while everyone else in the concert hall was waving a glow stick.