HijiGin - Bittersweet

Chapter 11

  This can't go on...

  Why would you think that? Is this power not enough to satisfy your greed?

  No...it's not the power that I want.

  Then what? Money? Influence? Pleasure?

  I don't know...I don't know!

  Just accept it. It's already too late anyway, he'll be coming soon.

  He...?

  Gintoki tried to dig up more information about 'him' but the voice refused to talk any more. He wondered if it knew what he was doing at every second of the day, monitoring his actions and behaviour. He certainly hoped not.

  He examined his hands, slightly rough from the years of harsh training to the art of the sword. He stared at the palm of his hand and saw the blood that was nonexistent. Hidden. The blood he'd obtained from taking the lives of many others in a battle to survive.

  The price he paid to live became too much for him, hence his 'disappearance' from the war with the Amanto, buried in history. He took the lives of strangers and the strangers fought against him. Truly a dog-eat-dog world. Survival of the fittest.

  But, even those times were better than now.

  Now, he had to turn on his friends and family, the few he shared a bond. One he was breaking. He knew he'd started the flame of distrust, it wouldn't be surprising if his comrades were to backstab him now.

  Gintoki's eyes had lost their spirit for some time now. He was gradually sinking deeper into a pit of depression. He has hallucinations and feels eyes on his every move. He needed someone to pull him out.

  But who?

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  After last time's failure, Hijikata has devoted himself to saving Gintoki. He was a man who withheld justice, and couldn't bear to see his friend in pain...even if he was his rival. Sighing at the massive amount of paperwork sitting on his desk, he looked out the window.

  The cherry blossom tree had started to bud, but he noticed one that was rotting away. He stared at the charcoal coloured bud and was reminded of Gintoki. He shook his head. Every thought that occupied his mind was now Gintoki, and Gintoki only.

  Noticing how the sun's already set, Hijikata decides to call it a day and lies on his futon. Sleep comes to him slowly, accompanied by many, many tosses and turns.

--- Sex Scene Ahead, skip the text in italics if you do not wish to read it ---

  Hijikata woke up with a start. He had a dream where Gintoki had been killed right in front of him. He wiped his forehead to clear off any cold sweat. He took a deep breath to calm down and suddenly realised another presence was in the room.

  He sat up and saw...Gintoki? Yes, that was him. That silver perm and crimson eyes...no doubt that was him.

  "Gintoki! What are you doing here?!" To say that Hijikata was confused would be an understatement. Gintoki, however, did not reply but simply strode across to Hijikata and sat on top of him.

  "Hey, Hijikata-san, would you care to do it with me?"

  "Wha-! Gintoki, are you out of your mind?!" Hijikata wasn't in the mood for joking around, but to say he wasn't aroused at the scene before him would be a lie. He took in Gintoki's appearance; half-lidded eyes that were filled with lust, an enticing expression woven on his face, the ever-so-slight wriggles of the ass on his sleeping member...Hijikata gulped.