Love For A Samurai [Gintama: Gintoki x Reader]

Missing

The life you had lived was not very kind to you. Being used, abused, and worst of all, being forgotten. You never expected things would get better, even though you tried so hard to run away. It got to a point where maybe you should escape the world by your own means, forever. You had thought about doing that time and time again, but you didn't. This caused a cycle of more self hate.

You're a coward!

You yelled at yourself.

Stop!

You yelled back, trying to fight that dark, tormenting voice echoing inside your head.

But you want it, so why can't you do it?

Because the world is so beautiful.

How? Every beautiful thing you find always proves to be two faced in the end. Haven't you learned this by now?

Gin. He was beautiful.

And you fucked it up.

Not being able to remember anything from that night, how could you be so certain that you and Gintoki had slept together?

What if we didn't have sex that night?

You tried convincing yourself.

We woke up naked in bed with him, what else could have occurred?

I don't want to think about it!

You're a whore!

I don't want to think about it!

You should just kill yourself; you belong in the dirt because that's what you are!

I don't want to think about it!
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Five Years Later

Broken, your body tired, your hand reached the door of the organization you had heard so much, yet so little, about. You had traveled a great distance just to be there— a quaint little building in the middle of Edo. You look up at the sign one more time, triple checking that you were at the right place.

"Odd Jobs," you muttered to yourself in a scratchy voice.

Your feet were tired, but yet, the last thing you were worried about was whether or not this place had comfortable seating to rest on.