Gintama Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Sixteen ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Summary: Yato adolescence can be volatile and unpredictable, which becomes increasingly apparent in a 16-year-old Kagura. Gintoki is faced with a decision that a lesser man would not find quite so difficult, and Kagura isn’t willing to take ‘no’ for an answer. Kagura/Gintoki.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama. I only wish that I was capable of creating something so amazing.

A/N: I don’t know why I love this pairing so much, but I do. I tried my best to keep this believable; hopefully I succeeded.

WARNINGS (Important. Please read.): Heavy, if inexplicit, sexual themes, mild language, and a pairing that you may find squicky.

Chapter One:

"Ne, Gin-chan?"

"Hmm?"

"I want chocolate-covered sukonbu."

Gintoki turned shifted a little on the couch, so that he could give Kagura an appropriately disgusted look. "Excuse me?"

"I said, 'I want chocolate-covered sukonbu.' Are you deaf?"

"I heard you, idiot. I just wanted to make sure that I wasn't hallucinating." He turned his eyes back to the television, where some violent gameshow with obnoxious music was playing out on screen. "You trying to make me sick, or something?"

"Not really. I just really feel like some."

"Well you're out of luck, 'cause nobody in their right mind would sell it."

He heard her get up, and the rustle of the main shoji sliding open a few moments later. "Oi!" he called. "Where are you going at this time of night?"

"To the conveniece store," she replied, and he could just picture the way her face was tilted upwards, nose in the air. "I'm gonna buy some chocolate."

With what money? He almost asked, but figured she'd work something out. Instead, he said, "Get the cheap kind."

"Sure," she said, and then her sandals were clacking loudly on the wooden balcony outside of the Yozoruha. Heaving a sigh, Gintoki got up to slide the shoji closed.

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The next morning, Gintoki found the kitchen in disarray. Almost their entire inventory of pots (which, admittedly, was not very extensive) was out, either on top of or next to the stove, and the sickly-sweet smell of burnt sugar hung in the air. Empty sukonbu boxes littered the floor, and the rubbish bin was filled to the brim with the torn wrappers of chocolate bars.

He stormed over to Kagura's closet. Flinging the door open, he yelled, "Just what the hell did you do in the kitchen? Go and clean up your mess!"

But Kagura didn't even stir. She was fast asleep, hadn't even changed out of her day clothes (a green Chinese-style shirt with baggy black pants, because she had long grown out of her orange dress). There was chocolate smeared all around her mouth, like a child who didn't yet know how to eat properly. Gintoki could make out tracks down her cheeks.

Even though he knew even a foghorn wouldn't wake her up, he still gave in to the impulse to tread lightly as he went back into the sitting room, and made extra careful to close the shoji of Kagura's closet gently. He sensed that he was out of his element, somehow, though he couldn't for the life of him figure out what the nagging inner voice of his intuition was trying to tell him.

Shinpachi showed up a few minutes later, and had a similar reaction to Gintoki's when he caught sight of the kitchen. His reaction when he caught sight of Kagura, however, was different.

"I'm worried about her," he said, without pretense. "Kagura-chan's been acting odd lately." Gintoki gave him a sidelong look, and Shinpachi added, "More odd than usual. Still, I'm worried."

"I'm sure she'll be fine," said Gintoki, only half believing it. He was out of his element, after all, and he had the feeling that, this time, his wooden sword and heartfelt speeches weren't going to be able to be of much help.

They had no clients that day, so Shinpachi decided to go home early.

Kagura woke up around six in the evening, and she spent an hour in the bathroom. She came out looking clean, but tired, as if she had just beaten up an entire group of fairly powerful thugs. Plonking herself down on the couch, Gintoki managed to glimpse her from the corner of his eye; she hadn't even glanced at the television, she was just looking at him.

He mumbled a half-hearted excuse about buying strawberry milk, and left to take a nice, long walk.

___

Gintoki was pissed.

He had gone into his closet looking for something of dire importance, only to find it missing. Namely, his stash of adult magazines. JUMP got thrown in the garbage, because JUMP could only be read so many times before you had a story memorized back and forth. But a single picture in an adult magazine had much longer mileage, because he was the one making up the stories. So, due his limited budget and limitless imagination, he kept a pile of them stored away in his bedroom closet.

And they were missing.

Suspecting one of Kagura's pranks, which had become increasingly sophisticated over the past two years, he once again found himself making his way to her sleeping closet. She had taken to long naps in the past few weeks, but this was the first time he was glad for it; these days she was much easier to find.

He didn't bother to knock as he opened her shoji, and his mouth froze open at what he saw, the angry words wedging in his throat.

He had been right, except he wished that he wasn't.

As he stepped away from those wide, horrified blue eyes, he did his best to wipe the image out of his mind; Kagura, face flushed and fingers slick between her thighs, one of his magazines held white-knuckled in hand.

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A few hours later, as was their routine, Kagura came to join him in front of the television.

"Gin-chan," she said. "About what you saw..."

He could have responded in a million different ways, but he chose to go the safest route. "It's alright, Kagura; I understand."

She hesitated. "You do?"

The television in the background was a comfort; it made things a little less awkward. "Yes. You're experiencing a natural curiosity that comes with growing up. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

He felt smugly satisfied, because his answer sounded like something straight out of a sex-ed movie. The feeling didn't last long, though, as his head suddenly exploded with pain.

"You idiot!" yelled Kagura. Through the stars in his vision, he could make out tears rolling thickly down her cheeks. "You don't understand anything!" And then she was pinning him down with her alien strength, her mouth pressed firmly against his.

Completely stunned, his eyes were almost comically wide. He could feel her tongue pressing against his lips, and he panicked. Using all of his might, he shoved her as hard as he could. It was enough to get her off of him, though just barely.

"What do you think you're doing!" he demanded.

Kagura averted her gaze, unable to look at him. "I was just trying to make you understand," she said, although her words lacked their previous fire. She sounded scared and confused, and Gintoki felt a little bit guilty for being so rough with her.

"Make me understand?" he blustered, the image of Kagura's earlier activities popping to the forefront of his mind. He attempted violently to quash it, but it proved futile. "What could you possibly make me understand by kissing me, you idiot!"

Kagura was sniffling now, and she reached up to scrub her eyes with the sleeve of her pajamas. When she removed her arm from in front of her eyes, she looked at him with some odd combination of a pout and a glare. "Isn't it obvious?"

It was, but that didn't make it any easier to accept. "No," he lied. "It isn't."

Her eyes blazed in response, and she shifted closer. He recognized the look on her face; it was the one she got whenever she wanted something, and was willing to do anything to get it. He had come to dread that look. "When I think about you," she said, moving yet a little bit closer, "I get all hot inside, like I'm burning up. And my panties get sticky, and no matter what I do it's never enough; the feeling never really goes away." Her bottom lip began to tremble again. "It hurts, Gin-chan." She was right in front of him, now, and looking directly into his eyes. "It hurts so much." She leaned in, one hand braced on his thigh. "Please help me, Gin-chan."

Gintoki couldn't bring himself to look away. His eyes trailed over her face, from her pretty blue eyes to the curve of her lips. For a moment, he seriously considered it. Considered leaning in to kiss her, considered lowering her onto the floor and fucking her. And not just because she was offering it; he’d been offered it before, by whores during the rebellion, by Sa-chan, and it had been easy, then, to refuse. But this was Kagura, who was telling him that she was hurting, and telling him how to make it better, and he wasn’t blind to fact that she had grown up. Not at all. So a small, guilty part of him wouldn’t have minded, would have enjoyed it.

But…

"I can't," he finally said, voice cracking. "I'm sorry, Kagura, but it's wrong."

"I don't care," she said, and leaned in to kiss him again. He turned his head to the side, though, and her lips met his cheek instead.

"You will," he inisisted. "Maybe not tonight, but when you wake up. And then you'll hate me."

He waited, expecting her to burst into tears, or maybe to punch him again. She did neither. "You really don't know anything," she said, softly; dangerously. She pushed herself off of his lap and stood up. "Just you wait. I'll show you that you're wrong." She walked to her closet and said, without looking back, "Good night, Gin-chan."

She slammed the shoji shut.

Gintoki was left alone, painfully hard and completely at a loss.

The television, playing a commercial about some new medication for erectile dysfunction, almost seemed to be mocking him.