Everyday Wind(a Gintama fanfiction)

Well......if getting a job means I can buy Jump

"Get your freaking ass outta here if you can't do even a single job properly!"

That sentence of the boy's former boss marked yet another change in his life as he let the fist send him flying out of the shop and across the street, only to stop when he crashed through a snack shop he'd never seen before. The boy slowly picked himself up from the hole in the wall he created and dusted off the imaginary dirt on himself.

"Ouch that hurt, did he really have to use this much force?"

Hiroki complained aloud, annoyance visible in his eyes though his actions contradicted his words. He didn't seem like someone who just crashed through a building, instead just someone who just woke up in the morning with a terrible mood. Taking out his wallet which contained no more than 350 yen in it, he let out a sigh. 350 yen is barely enough for the next Jump release, let alone feed him for the rest of his life.

Annoyed, he dropped on the ground, preparing himself for a nap in the mist of the debris when an old lady stepped out of the partially destroyed building. One thing you could say is that she did not look the least pleased with the sleeping boy.

"Here I was wondering who'd making a big fuss so early in the morning."

She began, taking a puff on her cigarette as she stared down at Hiroki.

"I assume you are prepared to pay for my repairs, brat?"

Two 100yen and three 50yen coins were placed on her palms.

"This better be a joke. You're not buying Jump magazine here young man."

"Oh yeah...!" Hiroki said, snapping out of his daze. "Sorry! I'll take them back , baa-san."

As he reached out to grab his coins back, the old lady clenched the fist holding the money, veins popping up on her forehead. Unable to retrieve his money, Hiroki looked up to observe her facial features for the first time. An old women - her hair done up the traditional Japanese way, with her bangs rolled up neatly to the back of her head. She was wrapped in a dark brown-grey kimono that matched her hair colour, but the dull colour her clothing did nothing but emphasise on how the numbers on her age were large.

"OI NARRATER! I KEPT QUIET BUT I'VE HEARD YOU SAYING I'M OLD THIS OLD THAT SINCE JUST NOW!!"

Not that I minded. I'm the narrator! Hiroki took the chance to sneak away, but failed as the old lady caught him on the collar and pulled him back.

"Let me go! It's not my fault that you're a baa-san!! Face the truth!" He wined as he twisted and turned in her hands, attempting to run away. She was strong, at least for an old women.

"Stop avoiding the topic!! Pay for my repairs now!"

"But I did?"

"If that's nearly enough for my repairs, I would have paid for it myself."

Hiroki paused. Now, he couldn't get out of that one, and he certainly didn't want to get into trouble and end up in jail. He turned, eyes scanning the floor hoping to spot for anything expensive. Another vein popped on the old women's veins.

"Young man, do you have any money at all?"

"This is everything I have baa-san."

She sighed, and loosened her grip on Hiroki. He fell onto the ground, rubbing his butt in pain.

"My name is Otose, I'll let you off this time-"