Today, you were kindly invited by Otae and her brother to join them in viewing this year's batch of cherry blossoms. You should also mention that the hungry Kagura and Gintoki were also present... and you weren't exaggerating; they were hungry. "Here you go, a bento box lunch," Otae placed it in the middle of the circle.
"Sorry for barging in on your family outing, Otae-chan," you bashfully mentioned, smacking Gintoki on the side since he looked ungrateful.
"That's all right. It wouldn't be any fun viewing the cherry blossoms with jut the two of us. Right, Shin-chan? When our father was still alive, the three of us used to party like crazy under the cherry trees. Now, eat up."
"Well then, I'll dig in," Gintoki opened up the bento, hoping to find some delicious treats. But he was looking in the wrong place for that, "What the heck is this?" he pulled out some sort of black rock. "A sculpture?"
"I can only make omelettes," Otae pointed out, proudly showing off her talent. That is, her talent to turn anything she creates into black matter.
"This isn't an omelet. This is a burnt egg."
"No matter what state it's in, as long as the egg is cooked, it's an omelet."
"No, it's not. This isn't an omelet. It's an innocent, abused egg."
Otae grabbed the so-called egg from Gintoki's hands and stuffed it forcefully into his mouth with no hesitation. "You're a man, so shut up and just eat it!!"
"Would you rather eat something or eat nothing?" you smacked him once again in the head. "Don't be picky with your food." Truth be told, you were avoiding Otae's cooking like your life depended on it (it kind of did). But if you acted grateful, she wouldn't really care if you ate it or not! Good thinking.
"If I eat that something, I'll die. If I don't eat anything, I'll die. I don't have a choice here. Help me," he reached out his hand to reach your wrist, hoping for any type of assistance. You struggled to get your hand of of his grip. He was desperate at this point.
Suddenly, a very hearty laugh was heard from behind the group. "You guys really are pitiful. C'mon, hand over Otae-san's cooking... I'll eat it. Just scoop some into this tupperware container."
"Why are you sitting here as if you're a regular customer, you gorilla!" Otae punched Kondo in the face, straddling him to the ground and repeatedly hitting him in the face.
"Sorry about that..."
You turned your head once again – it was the rest of the Shinsengumi. "You guys! You should've told me you were coming!"
"It's [name]-san!"
"She looks nice as always."
"We should ask her if she wants to join our drinking game."
"I'd rather not join a bunch of drunk men..." you grimaced at the thought, scooting away from the group.
"Uh-oh. What do you all ugly guys what with us?" Gintoki taunted. "Aww, you hunting for mushrooms?"
"Move out of our spot," Hijikata ordered, blowing out some smoke from his cigarette. "That's a special spot the Shinsengumi use for cherry blossom viewing every year."
"What kind of excuse is that? Every spot is the same. What are you the 24-hour police thugs?!"
"It's not the same! The cherry blossoms look extra special from there! Isn't that right guys?"
"Well, I don't really care so long as I can get smashed," one of them replied.
"I don't mind if we sit on the asphalt or wherever," another mentioned.
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The Land of the Samurai ; 侍の国 (Gintama x Reader)
Fanfiction[Various! Gintama x Female! Reader.] [name] happened to just settle down in the Kabuki District, Edo. An encounter with an old friend, changed how she lived her ordinary life. Who knew she would see her old friends and make new ones? Certainly, not...
