Card games are really only fun for one person. [Gintama | G | Gintoki/Hijikata]
Title: Card games are really only fun for one person.
By: worblehat
Fandom: Gintama
Rating: G
Pairing: Gintoki/Hijikata
Summary: Written for sionnain's informal prompt challenge thing: Write me your favorite character/pairing/moresome playing a game!
Notes: Self-beta'd.
Word Count: 579
"Go fish."
A column of air rose behind the folded, nearly falling apart cards. Callused fingers reached out, grabbing a card automatically and inserting it between two others. That same hand then reached towards the frowning mouth nearby, removing the cigarette as Hijikata exhaled.
"3 of clubs?" asked Gintoki.
Fuck, thought Hijikata, grasping the card lightly and flinging it at the yorozuya's face.
"Oi! That's a priceless commodity you nearly damaged!" yelled Gintoki as he reached for the card, placing it down in front of him.
"Oh?"
"Hey! Show some respect!" cried Kagura from the couch.
Both heads turned to look at her. Spittle danged from her mouth, vacuumed back into it as she inhaled.
"Ah, sleep-talking," said Gintoki, pinky finger in his nose.
"Does she do that a lot?" asked Hijikata, one brow raised.
"Off-and-on."
"Shouldn't you take her to a doctor?"
"Five of diamonds?"
Another card flipped at Gintoki's face.
"Oi!"
"You'll wake her if you keep screeching."
"Screeching? SCREECHING?!" cried Gintoki, slamming down his new pair, only one card remaining in his hand. "Who's screeching?"
Hijikata placed the cigarette back into his mouth, even though it was almost out. He thumbed his cards. "Is it my turn?"
"Nine of hearts!"
"FUCK!"
Hijikata's sword was drawn, the card in question gripped tightly in his fist.
"You're crumpling it even more, oi."
"Shut up!" Hijikata lightened his hold only slightly. "No one manages to win that game five times in a row. Not unless-"
"Unless?" prompted Gintoki.
"Unless they're Sougo, because no one wants to be torn limbless."
"Limbs? Limbs are nothing. YOU KEEP TRYING TO SLICE OUT MY EYES."
"CHEATERS DON'T DESERVE EYES." He brought his sword down, growling as Gintoki's wooden one kept it at bay.
"When are you going to admit that I'm just better than you?"
Hijikata's growls deepened. ... Then stopped abruptly, his hand hanging loose at his side, eyes wide open as he stared at nothing.
It took him a full thirty seconds to process what had just happened. Something wet had slimed its way across his lips. And permed hair had seemed to dominate his view for a few seconds. Beyond that, he couldn't remember - possibly because his brain was doing so well at blocking it out.
"Did... you just... "
Gintoki looked triumphant. "Even in the mysteries of love, Gintoki-sensei wins!"
"Sensei?!"
"Yes?"
"I wasn't calling you!" Hijikata leaned down to pick up his sword, frowning when he came face-to-face with Gintoki, whose hands were stubbornly gripping the hilt. "Let go."
"Admit I'm better."
"Get a life."
The blade at his throat was quick and Hijikata stiffened before he could guard against it. Gintoki leaned in, close. "Like yours?"
"... I hate you," responded Hijikata eventually. He held his hand out for his sword just as the hilt was pressed against his palm. It was then that he noticed the contours of Gintoki's palm, so like his own. And, for a brief moment, he found himself enjoying the roughness, a mirror image but warmer somehow.
"Aww," said Gintoki, breaking him out of his brief reverie. "Are you falling for me, Oogushi-kun?"
"DIE."
Gintoki smiled, holding up the pack of cards. "Want to play one more game?"
"NO."
"What if we bet three jars of mayonnaise?"
"Well... maybe one more game."
"And if you lose, you have to kiss me back this time."
"Oka- WHAT?!"
By: worblehat
Fandom: Gintama
Rating: G
Pairing: Gintoki/Hijikata
Summary: Written for sionnain's informal prompt challenge thing: Write me your favorite character/pairing/moresome playing a game!
Notes: Self-beta'd.
Word Count: 579
"Go fish."
A column of air rose behind the folded, nearly falling apart cards. Callused fingers reached out, grabbing a card automatically and inserting it between two others. That same hand then reached towards the frowning mouth nearby, removing the cigarette as Hijikata exhaled.
"3 of clubs?" asked Gintoki.
Fuck, thought Hijikata, grasping the card lightly and flinging it at the yorozuya's face.
"Oi! That's a priceless commodity you nearly damaged!" yelled Gintoki as he reached for the card, placing it down in front of him.
"Oh?"
"Hey! Show some respect!" cried Kagura from the couch.
Both heads turned to look at her. Spittle danged from her mouth, vacuumed back into it as she inhaled.
"Ah, sleep-talking," said Gintoki, pinky finger in his nose.
"Does she do that a lot?" asked Hijikata, one brow raised.
"Off-and-on."
"Shouldn't you take her to a doctor?"
"Five of diamonds?"
Another card flipped at Gintoki's face.
"Oi!"
"You'll wake her if you keep screeching."
"Screeching? SCREECHING?!" cried Gintoki, slamming down his new pair, only one card remaining in his hand. "Who's screeching?"
Hijikata placed the cigarette back into his mouth, even though it was almost out. He thumbed his cards. "Is it my turn?"
"Nine of hearts!"
"FUCK!"
Hijikata's sword was drawn, the card in question gripped tightly in his fist.
"You're crumpling it even more, oi."
"Shut up!" Hijikata lightened his hold only slightly. "No one manages to win that game five times in a row. Not unless-"
"Unless?" prompted Gintoki.
"Unless they're Sougo, because no one wants to be torn limbless."
"Limbs? Limbs are nothing. YOU KEEP TRYING TO SLICE OUT MY EYES."
"CHEATERS DON'T DESERVE EYES." He brought his sword down, growling as Gintoki's wooden one kept it at bay.
"When are you going to admit that I'm just better than you?"
Hijikata's growls deepened. ... Then stopped abruptly, his hand hanging loose at his side, eyes wide open as he stared at nothing.
It took him a full thirty seconds to process what had just happened. Something wet had slimed its way across his lips. And permed hair had seemed to dominate his view for a few seconds. Beyond that, he couldn't remember - possibly because his brain was doing so well at blocking it out.
"Did... you just... "
Gintoki looked triumphant. "Even in the mysteries of love, Gintoki-sensei wins!"
"Sensei?!"
"Yes?"
"I wasn't calling you!" Hijikata leaned down to pick up his sword, frowning when he came face-to-face with Gintoki, whose hands were stubbornly gripping the hilt. "Let go."
"Admit I'm better."
"Get a life."
The blade at his throat was quick and Hijikata stiffened before he could guard against it. Gintoki leaned in, close. "Like yours?"
"... I hate you," responded Hijikata eventually. He held his hand out for his sword just as the hilt was pressed against his palm. It was then that he noticed the contours of Gintoki's palm, so like his own. And, for a brief moment, he found himself enjoying the roughness, a mirror image but warmer somehow.
"Aww," said Gintoki, breaking him out of his brief reverie. "Are you falling for me, Oogushi-kun?"
"DIE."
Gintoki smiled, holding up the pack of cards. "Want to play one more game?"
"NO."
"What if we bet three jars of mayonnaise?"
"Well... maybe one more game."
"And if you lose, you have to kiss me back this time."
"Oka- WHAT?!"