Love For A Samurai [Gintama: Gintoki x Reader]

Laughing Ladies Labyrinth

Shinpachi and Kagura were alone on the second floor, aka, the party floor. The traditional Japanese hallways were lined with rooms. The two could hear drunken laughter and merriment on the other side of each door. This floor, from what they could tell, was designated for just drinking and talking with other patrons, all while the courtezans served drinks and acted as eye candy and play things for their paying customers.

Trying to stay focused, Kagura shares one of her concerns with Shinpachi "How are we supposed to find this Toru anyway? We don't even know what she looks like!"

"Well, his name is Taro, and he's a boy. Also, he's five-years-old— according to Y/N, so if you see a kid, it's probably him," Shinpachi assures.

Kagura sighs, and crossed her arms behind her head in a relaxed state "All I can say is that all you Earthlings look the same, Turbo included".

"It's Taru- I mean, Taro!"

---

Continuing on their investigation, Shinpachi made sure to look into every door, sneakily, keeping eyes out for anything suspicious, while Kagura just kept her head in the clouds. Kagura ended up striding ahead of Shinpachi, a broom closet at the end of that corridor caught her eye. When she slid open the paper door, she was met with an unorganized mess. Upon opening the door, a pile inside the surprisingly spacious storage room ended up falling and making a loud crash. Sinpachi then appeared by her side, in complete panic.

"What's going on? Don't be so loud!" Shinpachi began to sweat.

"It wasn't me, it was these whore hoarders! I bet they have dead bodies in here," Kagura defended.

It was possible, the floor was barely visible. Shelves lined the walls, and they were filled with clutter that then collected onto the floor. Piles of boxes, metal scraps and cleaning supplies were strewn every which way.

Kagura then began to dig through the stuff, eyes focused.

"We don't have time to clean, Kagura-chan!" Shinpachi nagged.

"I'm not cleaning, I'm looking!" she irritatedly barked "What if he's under this rubble?"

Shinpachi cocked his head, but began to process an idea "Well, I don't think Taro is in here, but possibly a clue? Anything could be lost in here, I'd say".

Shinpachi joined in on the dig, and the two of them searched for a good thirty minutes or so, organizing the mess along the way, before the frustration got to Shinpachi.

He just about pulled his hair out, and gritted his teeth "This is a waste of time! This is just a broom closet!"

Kagura silently continued shelving things from off the floor without saying a word.

"Kagura-chan, we have to give up in here," Shinpachi began to step over the remaining mess and out the door "we got to keep looking elsewhere".

"Hold on," Kagura reached up to the ceiling, beginning to scale up on the wall shelves "this tile is a little dingy; if I don't wash it, it's going to keep bothering me".

"Okay, just hurry up, we have a lot of rooms to look through-"

A loud thump came from in the room. Shinpachi turned around and saw Kagura, wide eyed, and the discolored ceiling tile in hand. Above her was the hole where the tile used to be, and dropped from it was a tall, wooden ladder.

"Shinpachi," Kagura murmured "I think this might be something".

With a nod, Shinpachi's mouth falls agape. Without a verbal response, the two climb the mysterious ladder one-by-one, into the darkness above.

---

You and Gin were navigating through the halls on the top floor trying to locate the head office. This floor was for private rooms, so no one was really lingering around in the hallway. So, you figured, if you were to get spotted, it be kind of suspicious. Thus, the two of you snuck around the best you could, averting from gazes in the hall.

But that didn't last very long...

"Excuse me, Gentleman and Lady," a firm voice caught the both of you off guard from behind.

With a jump, you and Gin turn to see that you have, in fact, been noticed. A tired, glasses adorning, white haired, middle aged man was lazily glaring at the both of you.

He spoke, all while barley parting his lips "Why are you two sneaking around?"

Laying eyes on this man sent a shiver up your spine. He seemed so familiar, and you remembered him from your old days, but you couldn't put your finger quite on why his presence made you so fear stricken. You were frozen in place, unable to conjure a lie for yourself, so Gin did it for you.

"Sir, we are very sorry," Gintoki took a courteous bow.

For being such an ugly, incognito courtezan, he a was actually playing the part quite well. It was hard to make his deep voice sound remotely feminine though.

Gin continued his lie "I'm new, so I have seemed to have gotten lost escorted my gentleman to my room".

A silence falls over you all once Gin finishes speaking. The guard's eyes were mere glaring slits of disapproval. You feared that his menacing stare was because of Gin's poor disguise. You and Gintoki began to sweat, waiting for your disguises to be seen right through.

The man adjusted his glasses, taking a step forward. He approaches Gintoki, and stiffly brings his arm back. All of a sudden, with a sharp Thwak in the air, you see a white, gloved hand slap Gin right across the cheek.

"Such insolence in this establishment is inexcusable!" the guard roared, temple vein ready to burst.

Shocked, Gin accepted the feeling of the powerful sting ring out through the side of his face. He was committed on playing the part, despite his desire to strike back.

You, on the other hand, were not pleased. You weren't sure why, but this guy gave you the creeps, but seeing him hurt Gin as well? This made your blood boil.

With nearly no hesitation, you escalated the situation further by throwing a heavy handed fist right into his glasses wearing face. Said glasses flew right off his narrow face on impact, and you could hear the cracking of bones in his nose as blood spurted out of it— or it could have been your hand cracking, you weren't entirely sure.

The man, clearly dazed, shouts obscenities of pain as you clutch Gintoki's hand.

"Run," you promptly instruct, beginning to drag a flustered Gin forcefully.

"Holy shit!" Gin exclaimed in utter astonishment "I didn't know you could punch like that!"

You pant heavily, sprinting with haste down the hallways "To be honest, neither did I. Fisticuffs is a lot more different than kendo!"

You weave through the halls, losing the guard, and keeping out of sight of all the rest of them.