#ginhijimitsu

[kitamars]

listen. hijikata has TWO HANDS

#this started as just a fun little concept like ‘awwww that would be cute’ but like #now i feel ill over them they are just lounging in my brain with no regard for my mental state its CRAZY #how hijikata managed to snag two pretty sadists is INSANE but honestly good for him #in return mitsuba got two constantly yelling idiots #and gin-san gets nightmares everytime they decide to get food #hm. #spicy sweet mayo #nevermind chjfngnrnfjf #but yes i love them and i think hijikata deserves all the love possible #this is absolutely entirely wish fulfilment don’t look at me like that #its fun #do join me in appreciating this trio i need so much more of it #okay now tags #i can’t use okita in the name bc like. it’ll come across and meaning sougo and. No #uh #ginhijimitsu #ginhiji #hijimitsu #ginmitsu #im having quite a time #? i guess #sakata gintoki #hijikata toushirou #okita mitsuba #gintama #ok bye

[babygray]

This is the second bit of a untitled GinHijiMitsu story. A bit chunkier than the first bit. I'm not so much on a roll as much as I had a lot of free time today.

Part 1.1 (200 words) Part 1.2 (870 words)

Yorozuya Gin-chan’s shabby second-floor office was quiet that afternoon. Warm sunlight filtered through the windows as the company president doze on the couch, his copy of last week’s Shonen Jump covering his face. He let out a soft snore. “… domain expanssshhhhh…”

A knock on the front door filtered through his dream, popping it with a polite tap-tap-tap.

Gintoki groaned, his eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to stay within his pleasant dream of infinite parfaits, even as the Jump magazine slid off his face. “Kagura, the door,” he said before remembering she and Shinpachi had gone out that morning.

The person at the door gave it another polite tap-tap-tap.

He flopped and stumbled to his feet, the magazine falling to the floor with a thud, and vigorously rubbed the sleep off his face. “Hold on, I’m coming,” he said, stifling a yawn.

The unexpected guest was a young woman he had never met before, with light-colored hair and large, reddish-brown eyes. A parasol shaded her from the weak sun. A thick shawl was wrapped snugly over her shoulders. A couple of beads of sweat glittered on her brow. Her gloved hand was still raised to knock on the door, exposing her thin, pale wrist.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, her soft voice as gentle as her features, as she lowered her hand. “I’m looking for Yorozuya Gin-chan. Did… did I awaken you?”

“Awaken? What ‘awaken’,” Gintoki said. “What hard-working adult is still sleeping at ten in the morning?”

“It’s actually just past noon,” the woman said, her amused smile widening.

Her smile jarringly reminded Gintoki of the faint scent of steel and blood.

He quickly brushed the thought aside. It was hard to imagine just a visibly frail woman wielding a blade with bloodlust in her eyes.

He chalked it up to his imagination, still groggy from sleep, and ushered her inside.

“Thank you,” the woman said as he served her some tea in one of the nice ‘customer’ cups and himself some strawberry milk in his usual glass. “I hadn’t realized how thirsty I am.”

“Well, don’t hold back on my account,” Gintoki said, taking his seat on the couch on the other side of the table.

She laughed softly. “Then, I won’t.” She lifted the cup and cradled it in her hands before taking a dignified sip. “I hadn’t realized that traveling by train would be so exhausting. It certainly isn’t as relaxing as the magazines make it out to seem.”

“Long trip, then?” Gintoki said, leaving his milk untouched.

“Oh, yes. I left on the first train this morning,” she said. “If I let myself wait for a more reasonable hour, I feel I would have hesitated and not come at all.” She took another sip before setting the cup down. “But if I hadn’t come, I would have felt anxious all day for letting the opportunity slip by.”

She rested her hands on her lap. Without the gloves, her long, thin fingers looked delicate and harmless. “I read about you recently and hoped to hire your services for a day. Nothing too strenuous,” she added hastily. “I merely wish for you to guide me through Edo. Specifically Kabukichou.”

She looked down at her hands. The fingers entwined. “My brother mentions it on occasion in his letters, that I felt almost obligated to learn more about it firsthand.”

Gintoki picked up his glass of milk and raised it to his lips. “Your brother lives in town?”

“Oh, yes.” Her smile turned fond, almost indulgent. “He works for the government. Dangerous work, but he never writes to me about it. He’s always trying to keep me from worrying about him. Not that I could ever stop worrying about my little brother.”

“If he’s in town, why not have him guide you around?”

“Oh, no, he couldn’t pull him away from his important work.” She shook her head. “He would be so upset if he found out I was in town and didn’t see him first.”

Gintoki drank his milk and set the empty glass down on the table. He wasn’t sure what to make of her, but he clearly had nothing better to do. “Well, you should have called first, you know,” he said, leaning back. “I don’t mind that you came without an appointment, but I’m usually booked solid for a month.” He winked. “Sleeping doesn’t happen on its own.”

She laughed, covering her face with the sleeve of her kimono.

“But, since I have the time, I’ll be your guide for the day, Miss…”

“Mitsuba.” She bowed her head. “I’ll be in your care, Sakata-san.”

"There's no need to be so formal. Gin-san is fine."

Gintoki gave her one of his better smiles, the sort that might make a drunk middle-aged woman swoon on a good day. He slotted away the fact she didn’t give her last name into the back of his mind, along with that odd sense of familiarity he had felt earlier. “Where do you want to go first?” he said. “The pachinko? The race track?”

She tilted her head, as if giving his ridiculous suggestions serious thought. “Perhaps a restaurant? I haven’t eaten since this morning.”

“I’m feeling hungry myself. If you want to experience Kabukichou, I know just the right place.”

#rough draft #untitled ginhijimitsu draft #just doot doot doo-ing along #that's how i describe writing this little indulgence #sometimes feeding myself is fun #which is good because it's either this or starve #gintama #sakata gintoki #okita mitsuba #my fanfic writing

[rosencrantzsguildenstern]

ginhijimitsu dinner date (1000 killed 400 injured)

#sugar freak mayo freak spice freak #chitra.txt #gintama

[zurazakis]

ginhijimitsu... ginhijimitsu... oohh ohhhhhhhohhohhhhhhhhh oahgghh

#gintamaposting #i am seeing & listening & learning ..... #putting it on my desk next to zurazaki

[kitamars]

BACK WITH MORE GINHIJIMITSU HEHE

#every now and then i get possessed by my intense love for mitsuba and i have to channel it through my boys #it all works out perfectly though #i’ve been so tired bc of finals but im so happy that i can draw whatever i want now #more oc and gintama stuff yaaaaayyyyy #i love ginhiji and ginhijimitsu so much uwa #hopefully i can get something out for hijikata’s birthday and hijigin day hehehehe #sakata gintoki #hijikata toushirou #okita mitsuba #ginhijimitsu #gintama #ok bye

[kitamars]

back on my ginhijimitsu bullshit 👍🏽

#sigh. i love them so much #classes have started just this week and i am EXHAUSTED #but drawing them makes me feel better :3 #sakata gintoki #hijikata toushirou #okita mitsuba #ginhijimitsu #ginhiji #hijimitsu #ginmitsu #(yes this is also ginmitsu propaganda talk about a rarepair #gintama #ok bye

[babygray]

This is the first bit of a untitled GinHijiMitsu story. It was supposed to be just straight lemon, no chaser, but then I had to go and think about how these three get to the fun part. I figured, if I write a little every night, eventually I'll get to the actual meat of it and have enough to put up on AO3 without feeling guilty...

Part 1.1 (200 words)

She carefully opened her parasol and stepped out of the red-bricked station, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of Edo sprawling out into the distance. Countless people walked around her, their steps hurried and purposeful. Countless buildings, wood and concrete and chrome, took up space in all directions.

From the main entrance of the station, down a parkway lined with ginkgo trees, she could see the fortifications surrounding the Shogun’s castle and the Terminal looming in the in the distance, its metal surface gleaming in the pale spring sunlight. Spaceships cruised across the sky like birds.

She had never seen so many ships fly through the skies back home.

She adjusted the shawl over her shoulders, mindful of the cool breeze, and made her way to what looked to be the taxi stand.

“Where to, miss?” the driver said as she slid into the back seat.

“Kabukichou, please.”

“That’s a pretty rough town, miss.” The driver glanced back at her.

She smiled in response. “So I have been told.”

I’m sorry, Sougo, she said in her heart as the driver merged into traffic. I promise I’ll see you later.

There was a man she wished to meet.

#rough draft #untitled ginhijimitsu draft #i can't think of what my writing tag is? supposed to be? #my fanfic writing #i guess??? #... i'll think of a title later.

[kitamars]

I sleep soundly every night knowing that I've infected at least 10 of you with my ginhijimitsu virus

#calling myself a “pioneer” if you will #a “trendsetter” #this is my victory

[kitamars]

seeing people tag the new post with ginhijimitsu even though I didn't tag it with that initially..............I feel so proud of myself, like I've started something here 💪💪💪

#I NEED TO DRAW THEM AGAIN. SOON #LAST FINAL TODAY....AND THEN I AM FREE TO INDULGE #YIPEEEEEEEEEE

[kitamars]

devastating that there’s no ginhijimitsu tag on here, or maybe i don’t know the actual name for it

#listen. #im not saying anything but listen #but also i am #hijikata has two hands alright #im sorry it’s mostly just wish fulfilment for me #in awe of how he managed to snag two pretty red eyed sadists #more people should talk about the three of them actually

[kitamars]

someone hold me back, im starting to think of bushuu era ginhijimitsu

#i say this as if i havan’t already blacked out and doodled on my canvas #i was crying about them with a friend this morning and lets just say #the brainworms are wiggling very intensely