Frosting Silver

Prologue

I don't know, this came pretty much out of nowhere when I was singing/slurring out Let It Go in the shower. Maybe my voice just made me think of Gintoki and all of a sudden I'm doing something as stupid as this? Who knows. But I plotted out most scenes and already casted each character, so why not, right?

I guess it's a bit hard to completely mess up with Gintama, but oh gosh, I hope my horrible story layout skills doesn't screw this destined hellhole up.

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse-

"Gin-chan!"

"Gin-san!"

... Never mind.

Seventeen year old Sakata Gintoki was woken up by two mini demons before this author could even finish his attempt at making this a peaceful start of a ridiculous crossover fanfiction. One was a female with hair so red, you could clearly tell she was the devil, and the other was a human-wearing glasses, or at least half of that right now. Those damned brats.

"Play with us, Gin-chan!"

"Ugh, go away... brats..." muttered the lazy ass semi-main character. I don't know where else to fit it after this, so I'll just say that the redhead is an eight year old Kagura and the boring looking kid is a ten year old Shitpanchi- Shinpachi but without the Shimura because that was a nerdy last name put in by the manga's author and I like just using Sakata anyway.

So anyways, Shinpachi and Kagura shut their mouths for, like, two moments to whisper to each other.

"Pasta, it seems as though we may need to take desperate measures," Kagura whispered, but not at all in a quiet fashion.

"Indeed, Yama-san. I'll ready the countdown," Shinpachi muttered, before they got into creeping positions.

"3..."

"2..."

"WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!"

Gintoki shot up, wide awake now, with his arms in defensive mode facing the two that were clearly trying to pounce on him.

"You crappy dillidaisies! Fine, damn it! I'll play with you!" He threw off his covers and walked out, with a cheering Kagura following after him, leaving a lone Shinpachi to stare at the door almost dramatically.

"... Dillidaisies?"

_

Gintoki and Kagura came to a stop in the large ballroom of their (did I forget to mention they're royalty here?) palace.

"Okay, so while we wait for Shinpachi to finish his half-assed attempt of trying to be the straight man (even though he's not much better than you in being a little shit), I guess we could try making a snow person or something," Gintoki said. Kagura frowned.

"But I wan'ed you to make me egg over rice, aru!" She whined/groaned.

"... I damn well hope you didn't wake specifically me up just to cook you food at 1:30 when we have chefs here," Gintoki deadpanned.

Before Kagura could respond, Shinpachi saved her by choosing to burst in at that moment.

"You jerks! You didn't start before I got here, right?" He panted, obviously out of breath. Gintoki raised an eyebrow at him.

"The rice cooker isn't even on, brat," he said.

"What?" Shinpachi shook his head, "Whatever. When are you going to do the magic thing, Gin-san?"

"Oi, how many times do I have to tell you? You don't have to keep using -san all the time, even if it is fitting for you." Gintoki pitched his voice an octave higher, making himself sound silly, "Thank you thank you. Oh dear goodness, thank you." Then back to normal, "You know you don't have to be like that when you're rich, right? Rich people like us are supposed to be snobby."