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[silvershamurai]

Characters: silvershamurai and novelvision
Location: The Clinic
Rating: PG-13 for swears and violence.
Time: Late December 31st.
Description: Who knew Uno was such a violent game?

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[novelvision]

[In the other bed, Katsura shifted and groaned, not particularly wanting to wake up for once. His head felt like it had been run over by a trolley once and then again when it backtracked (Don’t ask), his body felt like it had been trampled by a pride of lions (Again, don’t ask) and the less said about his memory recall, the better

[silvershamurai]

[The momentary locking of gazes was enough to turn Gintoki's expression into one of distaste and he turned away to look towards the opposite side of the room. Seeing Katsura's face was enough to trigger one final word in his mind, the final word necessary to unlocking the mysteries of what had happened earlier.

Cheater.

He snorted.]

Not like I'd have needed to cheat against you.

[novelvision]

[Cheat? The memories were getting clearer now. Katsura could almost visualize himself putting down the Draw Two card, only to be countered by a Draw Four, which he had then countered with his own Draw Four triumphantly only to have it blow up in his face with another Draw Four.

Ah, that was right. Weren’t there only four Draw Fours in the entire deck? Katsura had a glare ready for Gintoki for whenever he chose to look back.]

But that’s what you did anyway, which makes you worse than the people who cheat because they needed to. What do you have to say to that, ah? [And then:]

Cheater.

[silvershamurai]

[Despite the immediate objections his body conveyed, Gintoki sat up, whirling around to face his idiot of a friend.]

What was that, bastard? It was a test! If you can't even win a game or two of Uno, how the hell are you supposed to change a country?! You're supposed to be sharp enough to realize your opponents got some tricks [Or cards, really.] up his sleeve! Get a clue, already!!

[Gintoki couldn't deny seeing the defeated expression on Katsura's face made him about as happy as a 13 year old with his first dirty magazine. Doubly so when Katsura had failed to notice the flick of Gintoki's wrist as he drew a Draw Four card from within his sleeve. How many he had stored inside and how he had managed to perfect the act would remain a mystery however; a magician never reveals his secrets, after all. It was moments like those that having a moron for a friend was almost worth it.]