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Don't Stalk Your Siblings
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Odd Jobs Crack
A Gintama thingy
by
EvilFuzzy9
The steady, rhythmic thunk thunk sound of clashing wasters echoed throughout the Shimura family's dojo. It was accompanied by a duet of grunting and kiai as two young combatants went at it, grinning as they let their bodies get lost in the chaotic harmony of battle.
Wooden training swords flexed and groaned as two earnest teenagers struck them together. Feet skidded and stepped and darted and skipped the dojo floor, describing the deadly waltz of a violent melee as the two opponents danced about one another, each probing the other's defenses, their arms a flurry of thrusting and swiping and feinting and parrying.
Shinpachi Shimura could not hold back a smirk as he spotted in opening in Kagura's wild form. She was a dangerous sparring partner – moreso, even, than most of the more serious foes he had ever faced in life-or-death combat – as to be expected from a member of the so-called strongest tribe in the galaxy, from the daughter of the legendary Umibozu, and Shinpachi was hard pressed to keep up with her swift and graceful movements, or defend against her fierce, brutal attacks. While Kagura had no real training in swordsmanship, she did not use the bokuto like a sword. She did not make any pretense of using her waster like a bladed weapon, no – she swung it wildly, furiously, not caring about what edge she struck with so long as she struck.
This lack of real form did not prevent Shinpachi from getting a feel for how she moved, though. Kagura was merciless even when she was holding back, true, but this was as much an advantage for Shinpachi as it was for her. Her relentless onslaught pushed him to the edge of his abilities, exerting considerable pressure upon him to evolve or die, so to speak. Simply defending against Kagura's devastating blows was an exhausting endeavor, but Shinpachi pushed on through the pain. There was no better way to improve than trial by fire, and sparring with Kagura was like being dunked in lava.
Fluidly, in a long practiced movement, Shinpachi lowered his body and thrust with his bokuto, leaning into the blow to extend his reach as much as possible without overbalancing. Kagura, who had been swinging her waster in a sweeping arc, was caught off guard by the attack, but she sidestepped at the last moment, turning what would have been a square blow to the abdomen into a glancing strike that brushed against her waist.
Shinpachi seeing the gleam in the girl's eyes, skipped back several steps before she could retaliate, narrowly avoiding a dropkick heavy enough to shake the dojo floor, though not quite crack it.
This was the scene unfolding before a certain pair's eyes as they watched the proceedings through a window from outside the dojo.
"That kid's putting on a pretty good showing for an earthling," mused a tall, broad shouldered man with long, messy, straw-brown hair, sheltering himself from the sun beneath a beat up old fashioned umbrella. "Don't you think, Captain?"
A slim, much shorter young man with braided vermillion hair and curved slit eyes crinkled by an ever-present smile, chuckled mirthlessly.
"A weakling is a weakling, no matter how skilled," the young man quipped, a lightly amused look on his face as he watched Shinpachi and Kagura spar. "And you know I have no interest in the weak, Abuto."
The larger man, now identified as Abuto, grinned wryly. "How cold," he remarked. "You're the same as ever, Captain. You still don't care about your own family, not even after all this time?"
The young man's smile widened, his eyes cracking open. There was a subtle glint of dangerous instability in their sea-blue depths, and his smile showed off a set of disconcertingly sharp pearly whites.
"Like I said," he reiterated with deceptive cheer, "I don't care about the weak. Not the boy, and not my sister."
He gestured towards the window, through which his sister, Kagura, and the boy, Shinpachi, could be seen sparring with each other. "What does it matter to me, if two weaklings should have feelings for one another?" he continued, speaking rhetorically, the smile never leaving his face.
"Oh...? But they make such a cute couple..." interjected a new, distinctly female voice. It sounded cheerful, but there was a hint of something unsettling in it, a subtle, dangerous lilt to her tone.
Turning their heads, Abuto and Kamui (for that was clearly whom the latter was) looked behind them to see the face of a fairly pretty, young earthling woman smiling at them. Her eyes were shut, much like the young captain's usually were, and also much like Kamui she seemed to be radiating a faint aura of bloodlust.
"Ah..." Abuto said, somewhat awkwardly, eying the girl who had somehow managed to sneak up on him and Kamui, "...hello, there..."
"Hello~" the woman responded cheerfully, her smile widening by the slightest fraction. "And what might the two of you be doing here uninvited~?"
Kamui smiled. "That's our business," he chirped, "not yours."
Abuto gulped nervously, taking an unconscious step back. There was a bit of sweat beading on his brow, and his pulse was skyrocketing. He grit his teeth, grinning anxiously, his eyes darting between this stranger and his captain.
'I don't want to get in the middle of this...' he thought nervously, surveying the excited look on Kamui's face. 'Once the captain gets started... I don't want to get in his way...'
"Really?" said the young woman, the slightest hint of ice in her voice. "How interesting,"
A chill ran down Abuto's spine at the way the girl said that last word, and he took another step back, consciously this time. Kamui, however, looked eager, and his grin widened into a feral rictus, baring his teeth. His eyes were fully open now, and his hackles raised.
"Oh? And how so, bitch?" the redhead casually asked the brunette, whose hair was done up in a ponytail.
The girl smiled in a deceptively serene manner. "Our dojo is closed today," she said simply. "No solicitors."
Then, faster than either Abuto or Kamui could react, the two suddenly found themselves hurtling through the air at mach five. They flew several city blocks before finally making a crash landing on Main Street, Kabukicho, right in front of Snack House Otose.
Abuto blinked dumbly. He was dazed, lying in a crater formed by his body. The captain, lying next to him, had a stunned expression on his face.
Kamui turned his head to look at his subordinate, eyes wide. His mouth gaped open. "I... I..." he stammered slowly, uncertainly. "I think I'm in love...!"
TTFN and R&R!
A Gintama thingy
by
EvilFuzzy9
A/N: Been sleepin' in the living room and watchin' lots of ID (investigation discovery) channel, 'cause that's what's Grandma's usually watchin'. Also been lurkin' and posting in a few Broken Forum LPs.
Basically, Imma rottin' mah brain :D
Also, we have snow on the ground up here, now – it started falling on Thanksgiving, and by the time of writing this we have a good sized layer of it covering everything.
The steady, rhythmic thunk thunk sound of clashing wasters echoed throughout the Shimura family's dojo. It was accompanied by a duet of grunting and kiai as two young combatants went at it, grinning as they let their bodies get lost in the chaotic harmony of battle.
Wooden training swords flexed and groaned as two earnest teenagers struck them together. Feet skidded and stepped and darted and skipped the dojo floor, describing the deadly waltz of a violent melee as the two opponents danced about one another, each probing the other's defenses, their arms a flurry of thrusting and swiping and feinting and parrying.
Shinpachi Shimura could not hold back a smirk as he spotted in opening in Kagura's wild form. She was a dangerous sparring partner – moreso, even, than most of the more serious foes he had ever faced in life-or-death combat – as to be expected from a member of the so-called strongest tribe in the galaxy, from the daughter of the legendary Umibozu, and Shinpachi was hard pressed to keep up with her swift and graceful movements, or defend against her fierce, brutal attacks. While Kagura had no real training in swordsmanship, she did not use the bokuto like a sword. She did not make any pretense of using her waster like a bladed weapon, no – she swung it wildly, furiously, not caring about what edge she struck with so long as she struck.
This lack of real form did not prevent Shinpachi from getting a feel for how she moved, though. Kagura was merciless even when she was holding back, true, but this was as much an advantage for Shinpachi as it was for her. Her relentless onslaught pushed him to the edge of his abilities, exerting considerable pressure upon him to evolve or die, so to speak. Simply defending against Kagura's devastating blows was an exhausting endeavor, but Shinpachi pushed on through the pain. There was no better way to improve than trial by fire, and sparring with Kagura was like being dunked in lava.
Fluidly, in a long practiced movement, Shinpachi lowered his body and thrust with his bokuto, leaning into the blow to extend his reach as much as possible without overbalancing. Kagura, who had been swinging her waster in a sweeping arc, was caught off guard by the attack, but she sidestepped at the last moment, turning what would have been a square blow to the abdomen into a glancing strike that brushed against her waist.
Shinpachi seeing the gleam in the girl's eyes, skipped back several steps before she could retaliate, narrowly avoiding a dropkick heavy enough to shake the dojo floor, though not quite crack it.
This was the scene unfolding before a certain pair's eyes as they watched the proceedings through a window from outside the dojo.
"That kid's putting on a pretty good showing for an earthling," mused a tall, broad shouldered man with long, messy, straw-brown hair, sheltering himself from the sun beneath a beat up old fashioned umbrella. "Don't you think, Captain?"
A slim, much shorter young man with braided vermillion hair and curved slit eyes crinkled by an ever-present smile, chuckled mirthlessly.
"A weakling is a weakling, no matter how skilled," the young man quipped, a lightly amused look on his face as he watched Shinpachi and Kagura spar. "And you know I have no interest in the weak, Abuto."
The larger man, now identified as Abuto, grinned wryly. "How cold," he remarked. "You're the same as ever, Captain. You still don't care about your own family, not even after all this time?"
The young man's smile widened, his eyes cracking open. There was a subtle glint of dangerous instability in their sea-blue depths, and his smile showed off a set of disconcertingly sharp pearly whites.
"Like I said," he reiterated with deceptive cheer, "I don't care about the weak. Not the boy, and not my sister."
He gestured towards the window, through which his sister, Kagura, and the boy, Shinpachi, could be seen sparring with each other. "What does it matter to me, if two weaklings should have feelings for one another?" he continued, speaking rhetorically, the smile never leaving his face.
"Oh...? But they make such a cute couple..." interjected a new, distinctly female voice. It sounded cheerful, but there was a hint of something unsettling in it, a subtle, dangerous lilt to her tone.
Turning their heads, Abuto and Kamui (for that was clearly whom the latter was) looked behind them to see the face of a fairly pretty, young earthling woman smiling at them. Her eyes were shut, much like the young captain's usually were, and also much like Kamui she seemed to be radiating a faint aura of bloodlust.
"Ah..." Abuto said, somewhat awkwardly, eying the girl who had somehow managed to sneak up on him and Kamui, "...hello, there..."
"Hello~" the woman responded cheerfully, her smile widening by the slightest fraction. "And what might the two of you be doing here uninvited~?"
Kamui smiled. "That's our business," he chirped, "not yours."
Abuto gulped nervously, taking an unconscious step back. There was a bit of sweat beading on his brow, and his pulse was skyrocketing. He grit his teeth, grinning anxiously, his eyes darting between this stranger and his captain.
'I don't want to get in the middle of this...' he thought nervously, surveying the excited look on Kamui's face. 'Once the captain gets started... I don't want to get in his way...'
"Really?" said the young woman, the slightest hint of ice in her voice. "How interesting,"
A chill ran down Abuto's spine at the way the girl said that last word, and he took another step back, consciously this time. Kamui, however, looked eager, and his grin widened into a feral rictus, baring his teeth. His eyes were fully open now, and his hackles raised.
"Oh? And how so, bitch?" the redhead casually asked the brunette, whose hair was done up in a ponytail.
The girl smiled in a deceptively serene manner. "Our dojo is closed today," she said simply. "No solicitors."
Then, faster than either Abuto or Kamui could react, the two suddenly found themselves hurtling through the air at mach five. They flew several city blocks before finally making a crash landing on Main Street, Kabukicho, right in front of Snack House Otose.
Abuto blinked dumbly. He was dazed, lying in a crater formed by his body. The captain, lying next to him, had a stunned expression on his face.
Kamui turned his head to look at his subordinate, eyes wide. His mouth gaped open. "I... I..." he stammered slowly, uncertainly. "I think I'm in love...!"
TTFN and R&R!
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