Love For A Samurai [Gintama: Gintoki x Reader]

Den of Evil

You were finally at the top of the stairs with Gintoki hanging from your shoulder, and you were face-to-face with a large, metal door. You held onto the handle and pulled, hoping that it didn't require a key, but your hopes weren't too high, because you struggled.

"No, please!" you begged to the inanimate object, but then you felt it budge.

Your eyes widened.

It's not locked, it's just heavy, especially when you're one handed.

You adjusted Gin so you were in a position where you were least likely to drop him as you focused the rest of your force on opening that goddamn door.

Slowly, and with immense amount of effort on your part, the door gently swung open just wide enough to pass through a sliver of a gap. But, as soon as you let go of the handle, you could see the door immediately want to shut again, so you made your move. You weaved both your bodies through the crack of the door before it came to a complete shut again right behind you with a gentle click. You now stood in complete darkness, and all you could hear was the nervous panting of one another.

You took a step back and started feeling the wall with your free hand, silently begging to find a light switch. As you did so, you jumped when the sudden sound of working machinery stared grinding above you. The loud, metal scrapping and clicking boomed like thunder echoing around the darkness, and it made you realize that the mysterious room you were seemingly stuck in was a lot larger than you suspected initially. Gradually then after, you saw two torches light up at once: one high on the right wall, and another parallel to your left. Steadily more torches began to light on both walls down in linear paths, making their own lines of light that lined the upper side walls of the darkness.

Despite all the firelight, it didn't quite light the middle of the room yet for you to see where you were exactly. But then, you heard the sound of more gears spinning as you saw some descending twinkles appear in the middle of the room, until the collection of tiny glitters stopped, suspended in the air. A bright light then emitted itself from the very center, revealing itself to be a humungous chandelier. Everything in that room was now painted in a warm light, but it took you a few minutes to process the sight indeed.

The new illumination revealed that the room's interior was made entirely out of gold— or just made to look like it had been—and the glare from the shine made you squint for just a brief second. As your vision was refocusing, you traced your line of sight across the floor in front of you, which was relatively flat, until you saw stairs that is. A little ways up the stairs stood a golden throne with gaudy red velvet fabric draped over the back and onto the seat. That wasn't the only thing in that chair, no, you also saw a figure with their legs crossed and casually leaning back in the throne, as if they sat above you to watch and judge you with deviousness in their eyes.

The figure was not alone either, for you saw a smaller figure sitting beside them in the gap between their legs and the arm rest, and it didn't even take you more than a second to realize who it was.

"Taro!" you call out in joy mixed with desperation. Although you had found your son, no one was out of danger just yet.

"Y/N, don't I get a greeting?" the mysterious figure said with mock pain in his voice "Or was that set of knuckles to my face all I get from you, and after all these years?"

"Wha-" at first you didn't understand, but then you recognized them- him: Masashi, your former boss while you were working as a courtezan.