The Country of Silver Souls (Gintama Fanfiction)

Extra: Chapter 0: The forgotten reunion.

Extra: Chapter 0: The forgotten reunion.

                         "So, Yume-chan. We're planning on going to Takamagahara in a bit. Wanna come and join us?"

                         Gently closing her locker's door, Yume turned her head towards her co-worker's direction. "Takamagahara?" she asks, her eyebrows slightly creased. "Is that a some sort of newly opened café nearby?"

                         Aiko, the said co-worker, who had just finished changing from her work clothes to her usual one, looked at her incredulously. "You haven't gone there yet Yume-chan?"

                         Yume shook her head in response while Yui, who was sitting on the backless cushioned bench propped against the nearby wall and had the back of her head leaning against it, listening to them, sighed. "Aiko-chan, Yume-chan just moved in the Kabuki District two weeks ago so go easy on her okay? She's still not that quite familiar with a lot of places there. Aside from the fact that she isn't the type to go to such and the fact that she would rather stay cooped up in her apartment that is." The woman chuckled to which the chocolate brown-haired woman pouted.

                         "Hey! Don't make it sound like it's a bad thing to do!" she complained, letting out a slight huff.

                         "Well, I'm not saying it's a bad thing. I'm just saying that if you keep on being like that Yume-kun, you might never get yourself a boyfriend you know.~" Yui teased.

                         Yume gave her a dead pan look. "Seriously, why do you and neesan keep bringing that topic up?"

                         "Well, concern perhaps?" the woman replied with a shrug and a smirk still lingering on her lips to which Yume is so tempted to wipe off. "Anyways as to your earlier question, Takamagara is one of the famous—or if I remember correctly is the current number one male host club in the Kabuki District which is also run of course by the way by the current number one male host in the said district. Honjou Kyoushiro-san~" Yuri continued to which Aiko and the other girls squealed, making Yume scrunch her brows as she covered her ears with her hands.

                         "Kyoushiro-san... Ah, how I wished he would serve us tonight." Aiko sighed dreamily, followed by the other girls inside with them.

                         Despite not having a usual interest in such thing, Yume couldn't help but to be curious. Afterall, the club she often frequents back in the days were hostess clubs. And that even if she wanted to check out some host clubs back then by herself, she couldn't do so thanks to the four idiots who are always on the guard to stop her. Thus, for a change of pace—and to quench the long-time curiosity inside her, Yume decided to join them for the night.

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                         "Gin-san! You're here! Here, have a sit! Have a sit! Hey, master! Two more bottles of sake and a cup please!"

                         Without any second thoughts, the silver-haired clad sat beside the intoxicated pair of sunglasses who kept drowning himself with alcohol.

                         "Here's your additional bottles Hasegawa-san, and here's your cup Gin-san."

                         "Thank you, old man." Gintoki uttered as he took the cup and poured himself a sake—downing it in an instant.

                         "Oi, oi, Gin-san. What's with the rush?" Hasegawa asks as Gintoki downed what would be his fifth cup now.

                         Letting out a sigh, Gintoki placed the cup down and stared at it as his mind recalled the multiple times his eyes and ears 'played' tricks on him for that day. The first one being while he was driving on his way to the convenience store to replenish his strawberry milk supply. He was just a few meters away from his house when out of nowhere he heard her voice yelling 'stop' which made him also immediately stop. But as he turned his head around to look where her voice came from, she was nowhere to be found. The second one would be during lunch that day. He and the kids were in a restaurant chosen by their client when 'he saw' her passing beside the glass window where he sat next at. But as he went out to look for her, she was once again nowhere to be found. The small alley beside the restaurant empty.