HijiGin - Bittersweet

Chapter 5

  Darkness...

  I can't see anything...

  I can't feel anything...

  What is this? Am I dead?

  Heh, I guess that death wouldn't be so bad...But, if I could, I want to go back to them...

  Ahh~ I want to see them...I want to see him...

That bastard, I wonder what he's doing now?

*Footsteps*

"Man, would ya look at that? The infamous Shiroyasha, laying helplessly on the floor."

Gintoki suddenly felt pain. Probably a kick he deduced, though at this point, he couldn't concentrate properly. He twitched in response to the kick in the ribs, an instinct of the human body.

"Hmm? No way, he's conscious! How's that possible?! I'm pretty sure we gave him enough to sedate a whole elephant...Well, even if he's conscious, he can't do anything. Hahaha!"

"Hey now, don't damage the goods, the client wants him alive and probably not damaged."

...Client?

"Aw come on, it ain't gonna change much as long as he doesn't die, right?"

Oi, I can hear you, you bastards.

"Even so, that's enough for now, we only came up here to check up on him. Now that that's done, we're leaving."

"Ehh? You're no fun, man. Tch, I guess you're getting off lucky, pal."

Hmph, Gin-san's always lucky. Plus, I'll definitely pay you back double later, so you're getting off lucky. Anyway, they were talking about a client? Who could it be...probably not someone I know. Maybe from the war? If so, I should get out as son as possible then, but how? I can barely move a muscle...Shit, I'm so screwed right now.

Gintoki scanned his eyes around the room and tried to make out the blurred objects as best as he could. There were cargo boxes stacked up against the walls, the dim lighting told him that it was probably a place of insignificance. He felt the rocking of the room and assumed that it was a ship that he was on. The pungent smell of rotten fish and other various stinky odours could be identified as previous shippings.

His eyes lied on what seemed to be an axe, he couldn't really tell but the shape definitely looked like the type you'd find out in forest cabins, the ones you'd use for chopping timber.

Exhaling, Gintoki mustered up what remaining energy he had to attempt wiggling to his destination. He had to get that axe, it was his last hope. Gintoki wriggled and wriggled, inching closer with every attempt. He just needed a few more and...he's made it! The silver-haired man grabbed the axe and begun to saw against whatever bind used to tie his hands up.

The rope took some cutting through but it was all worth it in the end, since Gintoki could finally stretch his aching muscles. The rest followed suite as he just sliced through the rope on his legs and body. Standing up was probably a horrible idea since he was hit with vertigo, a feeling of nauseousness and light-headedness, his stomach threatening to empty.

He sad back down and regained his breathing, clearing his vision while he was at it too. Finally, when he felt ready enough to get up again, he did so slowly, avoiding the unnecessary pain he'd felt last time. He grabbed his axe - for safety measures - and headed out the door. He peeked through the corner and surprisingly saw nobody. There was only him on this floor, it seems.