FIC: gintama - embarrassing
Title: embarrassing
Fandom: Gintama
Rating: G
Pairing: Gintoki/Katsura
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: Is yours, but I'd like to borrow it, if you'd be so kind.
Notes: Japanese slice-of-life AU, Chiro's first day of school. Here mostly for archival. For
antimonial, ages ago.
Cross-posted at
ginzura.
"Stop hovering," mutters Gintoki. "You're going to embarrass him."
"Shut up," responds Zura, helping him put on his rainboots. "Do you have your bento box, Chiro-kun?"
"He has his damn lunch! Why do you keep asking!" snaps Gintoki, before he can respond. He’s used to this; Gintoki and Zura talk a lot, all the time. Chiro likes listening. As he stands, the white-haired man hands him his Otters 11 rucksack. Otters 11 is his second favourite manga [One Park is his first favourite].
"Just to be sure," responds the shorter man primly, straightening and holding out his raincoat. Chiro puts his arms into it. "If he did not eat his lunch, his stomach would start making noises in front of everyone, and he would be known as Gurgles-kun for the rest of the year."
"What kind of - "
"Where's his umbrella?"
"It's not going to rain anymore today," Gintoki dismisses, and then bends to help Chiro with the last button on his raincoat. Chiro knows he could have gotten it on his own, maybe, but Gintoki likes to help.
"Go look in the kitchen, I think I saw it there..."
"Oi, can you not hear me under that wig? I said it's not going to rain anymore today!"
Zura opens the front door, tsking. "It is, look at those clouds. He needs his umbrella."
"Ana-chan wouldn't lie to me."
A disbelieving snort answers him. "As if you actually pay attention to the weather forecast."
"I've memorized every word to ever come from Ana-chan's beautiful lips, thank you."
"She's half a decade younger than you. You sound like a creepy old man. You’re going to embarrass Chiro-kun."
“You know what’s really embarrassing? Aa? A talking wig!”
“Go get the umbrella. We’ll be outside.” Zura takes his hand, leading Chiro away to the sound of Gintoki’s grumbling acquiescence. Chiro’s hand doesn’t feel as small in Zura’s as it does in Gintoki’s. It’s probably because Zura’s hand is always writing, so it gets a good work out. Gintoki doesn’t write very much, he mostly just makes big, sprawling X’s in red ink.
“Make sure to use the boy’s bathroom,” Zura is saying blankly above him. “It has a little person in pants on it. The door with the little person in a skirt is the girl’s bathroom. It is not a kilt, it is a skirt. Don’t forget.”
He nods.
“And pay attention in class, even if the teacher is boring. Try focusing on a distinctive spot on the teacher’s face. Ah, for example, if they have a large nose, that is a perfect target. Focus on the nose!”
Flatly, from behind them, “Are you talking about Jackie again? Zura, are you really talking about Jackie?”
“It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura! And I’m not talking about Jackie, shut up!”
Gintoki hands him his umbrella. “Chiro-kun, don’t listen to him. You don’t have to listen to anyone who isn’t a real man, who commands your respect instantly with his masculine bearing.”
“What kind of advice is that? What if his teacher is a woman?”
“Women can be real men, too.”
“What?”
“You know, like you - ow! Asshole! Chiro-kun, remember, violence doesn’t solve anything! Don’t take after Zura and his reckless aggression!”
“Katsura! I’ll show you aggression, moron! And stop shouting, you’re going to embarrass him!”
The bus rumbles down the street. Chiro shoulders his rucksack by the otter-strap, looking up at his guardians. Side by side, Zura’s lips suddenly thin, and Gintoki crosses his arms, glaring at approaching vehicle.
Zura squats and fusses with his hood, saying quietly, “Call home if you need to, okay? We’ll be here.”
“He’s not a sissy,” mutters Gintoki gruffly. “It’s just the first day of school. Don’t embarrass him.”
In the street, the bus rumbles to a stop. Other kids peer at him from the windows, and the door opens to reveal a bus driver with a friendly smile.
Gintoki drops a hand to ruffle his hair heavily. “You’ll be fine, aa? You won’t need to call home. But you can. If you need to.”
“His hair doesn’t need to be messier,” says Zura dully. Still squatting, he gives Chiro a tight hug. When he releases him, he looks at him very seriously. “You have your bento-box, ah?”
“He has his goddamn lunch! Let him get on the bus! You’re embarrassing him!”
“Stop shouting! What kind of adult stands there shouting on the lawn! You’re embarrassing him!”
Chiro gets on the bus.
The friendly-looking driver chuckles sympathetically. “Parents can be kind of embarrassing, huh, kid?”
Looking back through the closing door, he watches Gintoki trying not to look at the bus, kicking the dirt of the path, and Zura fiercely wiping the back of his hand across his eyes.
He gives them a blank wave. They both wave back.
It’s not embarrassing to be loved, really.
“I don’t think so,” he replies to the driver, taking a seat.
Fandom: Gintama
Rating: G
Pairing: Gintoki/Katsura
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: Is yours, but I'd like to borrow it, if you'd be so kind.
Notes: Japanese slice-of-life AU, Chiro's first day of school. Here mostly for archival. For
antimonial, ages ago.Cross-posted at
ginzura."Stop hovering," mutters Gintoki. "You're going to embarrass him."
"Shut up," responds Zura, helping him put on his rainboots. "Do you have your bento box, Chiro-kun?"
"He has his damn lunch! Why do you keep asking!" snaps Gintoki, before he can respond. He’s used to this; Gintoki and Zura talk a lot, all the time. Chiro likes listening. As he stands, the white-haired man hands him his Otters 11 rucksack. Otters 11 is his second favourite manga [One Park is his first favourite].
"Just to be sure," responds the shorter man primly, straightening and holding out his raincoat. Chiro puts his arms into it. "If he did not eat his lunch, his stomach would start making noises in front of everyone, and he would be known as Gurgles-kun for the rest of the year."
"What kind of - "
"Where's his umbrella?"
"It's not going to rain anymore today," Gintoki dismisses, and then bends to help Chiro with the last button on his raincoat. Chiro knows he could have gotten it on his own, maybe, but Gintoki likes to help.
"Go look in the kitchen, I think I saw it there..."
"Oi, can you not hear me under that wig? I said it's not going to rain anymore today!"
Zura opens the front door, tsking. "It is, look at those clouds. He needs his umbrella."
"Ana-chan wouldn't lie to me."
A disbelieving snort answers him. "As if you actually pay attention to the weather forecast."
"I've memorized every word to ever come from Ana-chan's beautiful lips, thank you."
"She's half a decade younger than you. You sound like a creepy old man. You’re going to embarrass Chiro-kun."
“You know what’s really embarrassing? Aa? A talking wig!”
“Go get the umbrella. We’ll be outside.” Zura takes his hand, leading Chiro away to the sound of Gintoki’s grumbling acquiescence. Chiro’s hand doesn’t feel as small in Zura’s as it does in Gintoki’s. It’s probably because Zura’s hand is always writing, so it gets a good work out. Gintoki doesn’t write very much, he mostly just makes big, sprawling X’s in red ink.
“Make sure to use the boy’s bathroom,” Zura is saying blankly above him. “It has a little person in pants on it. The door with the little person in a skirt is the girl’s bathroom. It is not a kilt, it is a skirt. Don’t forget.”
He nods.
“And pay attention in class, even if the teacher is boring. Try focusing on a distinctive spot on the teacher’s face. Ah, for example, if they have a large nose, that is a perfect target. Focus on the nose!”
Flatly, from behind them, “Are you talking about Jackie again? Zura, are you really talking about Jackie?”
“It’s not Zura, it’s Katsura! And I’m not talking about Jackie, shut up!”
Gintoki hands him his umbrella. “Chiro-kun, don’t listen to him. You don’t have to listen to anyone who isn’t a real man, who commands your respect instantly with his masculine bearing.”
“What kind of advice is that? What if his teacher is a woman?”
“Women can be real men, too.”
“What?”
“You know, like you - ow! Asshole! Chiro-kun, remember, violence doesn’t solve anything! Don’t take after Zura and his reckless aggression!”
“Katsura! I’ll show you aggression, moron! And stop shouting, you’re going to embarrass him!”
The bus rumbles down the street. Chiro shoulders his rucksack by the otter-strap, looking up at his guardians. Side by side, Zura’s lips suddenly thin, and Gintoki crosses his arms, glaring at approaching vehicle.
Zura squats and fusses with his hood, saying quietly, “Call home if you need to, okay? We’ll be here.”
“He’s not a sissy,” mutters Gintoki gruffly. “It’s just the first day of school. Don’t embarrass him.”
In the street, the bus rumbles to a stop. Other kids peer at him from the windows, and the door opens to reveal a bus driver with a friendly smile.
Gintoki drops a hand to ruffle his hair heavily. “You’ll be fine, aa? You won’t need to call home. But you can. If you need to.”
“His hair doesn’t need to be messier,” says Zura dully. Still squatting, he gives Chiro a tight hug. When he releases him, he looks at him very seriously. “You have your bento-box, ah?”
“He has his goddamn lunch! Let him get on the bus! You’re embarrassing him!”
“Stop shouting! What kind of adult stands there shouting on the lawn! You’re embarrassing him!”
Chiro gets on the bus.
The friendly-looking driver chuckles sympathetically. “Parents can be kind of embarrassing, huh, kid?”
Looking back through the closing door, he watches Gintoki trying not to look at the bus, kicking the dirt of the path, and Zura fiercely wiping the back of his hand across his eyes.
He gives them a blank wave. They both wave back.
It’s not embarrassing to be loved, really.
“I don’t think so,” he replies to the driver, taking a seat.