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15 May 2011 @ 08:01 pm
We outgrow love like other things. [Gintama]  
GINTAMA and all characters/ideas/concepts/places therein are not mine, although the writing certainly is.

Title: We outgrow love like other things.
Characters/Pairing(s): Gintoki & Hijikata, Okita
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Some things, you just can't avoid.
Warnings? Gay stuff. Spoilers for the Mitsuba Arc.
Notes: Inspired by a quick reread through the works of my all-time favorite dojinshi artist for this pairing – one of the only ones who do Gintoki and Hijikata well, in my opinion. The title, by the way, is taken from the 31 Days theme for October 8, 2010.

We outgrow love like other things.

“Eat your goddamned dango and get to work already.”

“You’re a slave driver, Hijikata-san. I’ve still got fifteen minutes to kill before my break ends.”

“…Your watch is fifteen minutes late.”

“Maybe yours is just fifteen minutes earl – oh, danna is around.”

And it seems as though that is the way they always run into each other: him on patrol, sometimes with an Okita Sougo in his hair; Sakata Gintoki suddenly appearing, either working some odd job or another or just happening to be wherever they are at that moment.

It’s an odd job this time. At least the useless perm’s doing something productive.

(That doesn’t make him any less irritated.)

“Huh…? Ara. If it isn’t Edo’s most useless policemen.”

“I’m hurt, danna. I thought you loved us.”

“Like I love herpes, yeah.”

Two hours to lunch and he’s already had fifteen cigarettes since he woke up, but he’s padding himself down, quick and annoyed, fishing his pack out for another one. Okita, the brat: he’s got one arm draped over his shoulders. He’d consider removing it from his person immediately, were he not so occupied with finding his damned lighter.

As for Sakata Gintoki, he’s standing just outside of the flower shop he stepped out of, wearing an apron over his usual clothes and a bandanna to keep his hair back, eyeing them in the usual way: lazy eyed, with his arms crossed and his lips pursed and an air of boredom that was so perfect it might have been staged.

“Oi, oi, oi, get a move on. You’re scaring the customers.”

“I don’t see any customers.”

“That’s because they’ve already run away.” The gesture Gintoki makes at that moment reminds Hijikata of the way old folks try to shoo off strays from their backyards. “Now beat it, brat.”

“But we want to spend the rest of our break here. Right, Hijikata-san?”

Okita’s got that look in his eyes and twist to his smile, and for one panicked second he wonders if the smug little shit actually knows something or if he’s just pulling his leg again. He doesn’t plan on sticking around long enough to confirm.

“You’re committing seppuku for me when you get back to base, Sougo.”

There must have been a whine in response, or maybe a witty comeback. Hijikata couldn’t tell; he was walking away too fast.

“You’re a pretty hard worker.”

It’s been long enough for Hijikata to think that maybe his day wasn’t going to be so fucked up, but all it takes is the sound of that voice to make him see red. He doesn’t answer, just jams his hands into his pockets and quickens his pace.

“Have you been out the whole day? It sure looks like it, from where I’m coming from.”

There’s no need to confirm if he’s being followed; he can hear the one-two-one-two of Sakata Gintoki’s boots hitting the pavement exactly ten steps behind him. He wants another motherfucking cigarette, but he ran out ten minutes ago and they’ve just walked past the last convenient store for a couple of blocks. No chance in hell he’s backing up and letting that idiot catch up to him.

“By the way, tell that brat to stop wasting his time and quit stalking me. It’s cramping up my style.”

He could tell Gintoki that he isn’t Sougo’s babysitter and damn it he ought to tell the little dick himself, but that would mean talking which means turning around which means acknowledging the fact that he’s there in the first place. So he keeps walking – or at least, that was the plan.

How he had failed to notice the fact that Gintoki had managed to get close enough to end up right behind him and drag him off the street, he didn’t know.

“…the hell’s your problem, yoruzuya?!”

“Language, Hijikata-kun.”

The words and the smile seem to betray the fact that Gintoki’s got him against the side of a shop, framing his head on either side with his arms and leaning in. There’s too much presence and not nearly enough space all of a sudden, and it’s impossible, it seems, to notice anything but the man’s eyes, and a glimpse of his skin beneath the kimono, the black shirt.

“You were pretty cold earlier. Was it because Okita-kun was around?”

Those words are spoken off to the side and right over his neck, against that spot where it connects to his ear and the fringe of his hair. He aims a left hook towards Gintoki’s jaw. His fist doesn’t get far; Gintoki snags him by the wrist and presses closer, moving his knee between Hijikata’s legs. The air has heated up from the mix of their breaths between their faces.

It should be easy to recall exactly why he despises Gintoki. The man’s a freeloader from Kabuki-cho with two punks at his beck and call, eking out a shoddy excuse for a living by running odd jobs around the city then blowing all of the cash he earns at pachinko bars. He looks like a mess, acts like a mess, and always sticks his nose where it doesn’t belong.

He can give a mind-blowing, infuriatingly good hand job, though, and he knows how to use his mouth in a way that no hot-blooded man should know how to use his mouth. He’s also taken to jumping Hijikata in random street corners/public bathrooms/tea houses and demonstrating said hand job and said mouth work on him.

Sometimes, they fuck; it’s never in a bed. Gintoki never explains himself; as it is, Hijikata doesn’t want to know. He’s hoping that every time will end up being their last.

“Don’t forget to zip up your fly.”

“I’m not fucking five.”

After the act, Hijikata turns and leaves. He doesn’t look back.

“Hey, Gin-san! What took you?”

“Found a stray in an alley. Bought him some milk.”

“Aw, that’s really nice of you – wait. Didn’t you help out a stray last week?”

“Got a weakness for them, I guess. It’s the eyes, you know. They always look lonely.”


“You’re paying, right? For drinks.”

“Oh, sure!”

Hasegawa and Gintoki spend the entire evening and the first hour of the morning side-by-side, knocking back sake bottle after sake bottle. Gintoki doesn’t talk as much as he usually does, but Hasegawa gets drunk before he remembers to ask.

Across the city, in a room deep within the Shinsengumi headquarters, Hijikata sets a bag of senbei beside the picture frame of a very beautiful and very dead girl. He sits down on the floor and lights up a cigarette as he stares at her smile.
Current Mood: relaxedrelaxed
Current Music: Hoobastank - "Pieces"
ביצ'ז לא מכירים אותי: hmm what?danbi on May 16th, 2011 04:08 am (UTC)
Awww, I liked this. I think it's a great way to write their relationship. :)
...with a pen in hand.: elegancestitchedophelia on May 18th, 2011 02:05 am (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you think so. ♪
denshi_no_ultra: gintamadenshi_no_ultra on May 17th, 2011 05:25 pm (UTC)
Wow, that was a cool story! I think you really captured the spirit of the series, and some of the lines totally made me laugh XDD Thanks for writing, I really enjoyed reading it!
...with a pen in hand.: come closer & listenstitchedophelia on May 18th, 2011 02:08 am (UTC)
You're welcome!
son of madrigals.confidantes on May 18th, 2011 03:58 pm (UTC)
i really like this! c: i think you've captured their relationship perfectly. i am also now going to sketchily friend you because you're an awesome writer, if you don't mind. ^^
...with a pen in hand.stitchedophelia on May 20th, 2011 02:04 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you did! Feel free to add. :)
story teller / goldfish painter / lotus eaterkasugai_gummie on June 14th, 2011 12:42 pm (UTC)
Man, I've missed reading fic from you, Kae. The fortuity that is you having written Gintama just as I'm rewatching all 200 episodes of Gintama and the new Gintama' is, well, awesome. TELL ME MORE. /chinhands

(So who is your favourite GinHiji artist? From the description, it sounds like Komae Salon since she's the only one I know of who did anything related to the Mitsuba Arc. I personally am besotted over anything PLUG. |D;;;)
...with a pen in hand.: infatuationstitchedophelia on June 15th, 2011 10:01 am (UTC)
CYN, I HAVE MISSED YOU~~~ /launches at!!!

And I do adore Komae Salon and plug, but the one I'm referring to here is Kline. sldakhg;ahs her stuff just... *^*
story teller / goldfish painter / lotus eaterkasugai_gummie on June 15th, 2011 12:38 pm (UTC)
... so as an aside, I just stared at my first comment and had a Moment. A Moment where I was like, "Self, why the hell did you call Pam 'Kae'?" |D These few days have been interesting.

But. Anyway. /CATCHES I MISSED YOU TOO. /swings you! HOW WERE YOU IN THE U.S. BUT NOT ANYWHERE NEAR CHICAGO? D: (never mind that there's really nothing exciting about the midwest.) Next time you decide to hop the biggest pond, make sure to get a layover at, IDEK, O'Hare or something. I'll sneak past airport security just to say Hi in person.

Ah, Kline. Her stuff is nice, though she seems to really like Tosshi. lololol Have you read the latest Kokorozashi doujin that GR18 did? Fuck, I love that circle too. A+ characterization ;^;b
do not feed the animals: fandom crack - gintamaizkariote on June 17th, 2011 04:36 am (UTC)
I ACTUALLY WANT TO GO TO CHICAGO SOMEDAY. When I have money again. ;w; And the time! I wish to visit everyone I've met over the net at least once!

gruskek: gintokigruskek on June 18th, 2011 10:07 pm (UTC)
Very enjoyable and in character.

I loved these lines to bits:
“Language, Hijikata-kun.”

"He looks like a mess, acts like a mess, and always sticks his nose where it doesn’t belong."

Some minor things:
"and he knows how to use his mouth in a way that no hot-blooded man should know how to use his mouth"... Yeah, I think you can see what's wrong here yourself :)

Also I think you meant "convenience" not "convenient" store.

And I'm not claiming to be an expert on Japanese clothing but I don't think you can call what Gintoki wears a haori.

Well, that was some nitpicking but overall it was really well written :)