The imperious life. [Gintama]
GINTAMA and all characters/ideas/concepts/places therein are not mine, although the writing certainly is.
Title: The imperious life.
Characters/Pairing(s): Mitsuba, the ShinsenTrio
Rating: G
Summary: The pride of the ones who can walk away from you.
Warnings? Spoilers apply for episodes 86-87 of the animated series.
Notes: Happy Birthday, Pris! '^'
The imperious life.
It’s the brightest, most vivid memory Mitsuba has, and the one she constantly finds herself going back to, up until her last moments: the morning that the ronin of Mibu - the future Shinsengumi - departed for the Capital. Every detail is clear, from the precise temperature of the sun and its feel on her skin right down to the exact shade of the green of the leaves in the grass and trees around them.
They had been in good spirits that day: they were apprehensive, of course, over the summons they had received, but the excitement they felt along with the confidence they had in their own abilities pretty much overrode everything else. That energy was the reason why most of them were all moving a little faster, talking a little louder than usual. Kondo was the loudest in the bunch - he moved among his comrades, thumping their backs and laughing at almost everything. Beside him, Hijikata was a silent shadow, easy to ignore. The only thing that brought him around was Sougo, who saw that moment as a perfect opportunity to torment him. Mitsuba remembered having half the mind to scold him - she would have before, at any rate. But their circle was no longer her circle: she was now something that they were going to leave behind.
She stood for a long time that day, watching them leave their village and disappear down the road. She had not known why she could not look away at that time. It was only years later that she realized that back then, she had been hoping that one of them would look back. None of them did.
It took her a bit more time to accept it.
Title: The imperious life.
Characters/Pairing(s): Mitsuba, the ShinsenTrio
Rating: G
Summary: The pride of the ones who can walk away from you.
Warnings? Spoilers apply for episodes 86-87 of the animated series.
Notes: Happy Birthday, Pris! '^'
The imperious life.
It’s the brightest, most vivid memory Mitsuba has, and the one she constantly finds herself going back to, up until her last moments: the morning that the ronin of Mibu - the future Shinsengumi - departed for the Capital. Every detail is clear, from the precise temperature of the sun and its feel on her skin right down to the exact shade of the green of the leaves in the grass and trees around them.
They had been in good spirits that day: they were apprehensive, of course, over the summons they had received, but the excitement they felt along with the confidence they had in their own abilities pretty much overrode everything else. That energy was the reason why most of them were all moving a little faster, talking a little louder than usual. Kondo was the loudest in the bunch - he moved among his comrades, thumping their backs and laughing at almost everything. Beside him, Hijikata was a silent shadow, easy to ignore. The only thing that brought him around was Sougo, who saw that moment as a perfect opportunity to torment him. Mitsuba remembered having half the mind to scold him - she would have before, at any rate. But their circle was no longer her circle: she was now something that they were going to leave behind.
She stood for a long time that day, watching them leave their village and disappear down the road. She had not known why she could not look away at that time. It was only years later that she realized that back then, she had been hoping that one of them would look back. None of them did.
It took her a bit more time to accept it.