#ginsaka

[wordswhisperinthedark]

The Joui4 definitely did stuff during the war you can't tell me otherwise

#fastest 100 hits I've gotten so far #the power they hold #ranking my Gintoki x Joui ships by how many words were put into each #Gintama #Sakata Gintoki #Katsura Kotarou #Sakamoto Tatsuma #Takasugi Shinsuke #ginzura #zuragin #sakagin #ginsaka #takagin #gintaka #Joui4 #gintama fic #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #my writing

[racheldrawsthis]

gintama doodle dump... gins type is stupid dark haired men i fucking guess

#gintama #sakata gintoki #gintoki sakata #hijikata toushirou #toushirou hijikata #katsura kotaro #kotaro katsura #takasugi shinsuke #shinsuke takasugi #sakamoto tatsuma #tatsuma sakamoto #hijigin #ginhiji #takagin #gintaka #zuragin #ginzura #sakagin #ginsaka #joui 4 #racheldrawsthis

[strwbrrysadist]

so sorry to come back w such a strange post but i have been trying to search for this artist and i cANNOT FIND THEM 

if anyone recognizes this gorgeous art pls let me know!! 

#sakagin #gintama #sakamoto tatsuma #sakamoto #gintama sakamoto #gintoki #sakata gintoki #gintoki sakata #ginsaka #tatsuma #Help

[razberryyum]

A Gintama episode a day keeps the ending away...Episode 57

MY 6 FAVORITE MOMENTS IN EPISODE 57:

This episode was unique to the anime but it was definitely NOT one of my favorites. I think I’ve mentioned before that it took me quite some time to warm up to Sakamoto...I found him more annoying than anything in the beginning, and I attribute a lot of that to the anime. I like his seiyuu Miki Shinichiro in general, but he almost did TOO good of a job bringing him to life and somehow made his laugh even MORE grating than I thought possible. I just felt bad that Mutsu had to put up with him, so while I valued Sakamoto as a member of the Joui 4, as a person on his own...not so much. Again, this was way back in the beginning...I can’t say I LOVE Sakamoto now, but I’ve grown to appreciate him much more.

1) Dear Mutsu...who has always looked like to me that she could be related to Sougo. 

2) Gintoki imitating Sakamoto perfectly, and I wanted to point out that there’s a booger on Kagura’s finger...she’s still cute though.

3) Honestly, other than being annoyed by Sakamoto, I spent the bulk of this episode fangirling over Kagura because she had so many adorable expressions...like this one when she’s sitting on Sakamoto.

4) And also this one while she’s beating him up. 

5) Yeah, I kinda wanted to do that to Sakamoto too.

6) Seriously, imho, this is what’s most important about this episode: the preview we get to the Benizakura Arc. Because this episode isn’t my favorite I think this might be only the second time I actually watched it all the way through to the end, so I completely forgot about this which came after the credits. I totally got chills when I watched this last night, as I’m sure I did the first time I saw it as well. Even if I knew nothing about the Benizakura Arc at this point, just by the preview, and the fact that it goes hand-in-hand with the images we see in the ending credits, I knew we were in store for something special. 

SHIPS TALLY:

Gintoki x Sakamoto: definitely not my ship but they do go way back and I’m sure they engaged in a lot of debauchery together back in the day so I get why folks would ship them. 

Sakamoto x Oryou: I actually always forget Sakamoto was into her. In fact, I couldn’t even find any shippy moments between him and Mutsu in this ep so it was really all about him and Oryou.

Disclaimer: Gintama is not only about shipping. Gintama is hilarious, clever, exciting, poignant, heart-breaking, loving, brilliant, and just completely unbelievably amazing.  It is only due to Sorachi-sama’s immense generosity that I am able enjoy Gintama on an extra another level, the shippy level, and I am forever grateful for that. GINTAMA IS LIFE AND LOVE.

2/26/2019

#Gintama #Gintama anime episode 57 #Sakamoto #Mutsu #Kaientai #ginsaka #SakaOryou #Kagura #Yorozuya #Benizakura Arc Next #Life and Love #THANK YOU Sorachi-sama

[suchine-toki]

You know... it really kinda confuses me that HijiGin is still the big mlm Ginship in this fandom. Like no hate to it, it's great, but Gintaka... has it all... the rivalry, the angst, the backstory, the soulmates... I expected a sharp GinTaka boost in the fandom and yet it never happened??? Gintama fandom is wild

Well, it's no wonder when you consider that Hijikata had a lot more screentime than Takasugi, and a lot more interactions with Gintoki. Even I didn't care about Takasugi and gintaka until their fight back then in 2014 lmao🤣

In that sense, yes there was a sharp gintaka boost in the fandom, but since so little was known about their relationship, you could say that at that time it just started to... bloom haha. It was impossible for it to catch up with mlm ships that had been around for much longer, like ginzura and ginshin (gintoki x shinpachi... yes, I know), let alone ginhiji.

You also have to consider that what you ship is closely related to how much you like the characters that compose it, individually. And Gintoki and Hijikata are the two most popular characters in Gintama. However, if you add up all the votes from the six polls that were taken (actually I did it here lol), Takasugi is in third place. He'd a boost at the end when he started to appear more, which suggests that things could've been different if he'd had more screentime and more interactions with Gintoki from the beginning.

The first time I saw Gintama, I did it, so to speak, without the influence of the fandom, just on my own. It was a surprise when I found out that ginhiji and okikagu were the most popular pairings because I never saw them that way. At that time I liked ginzura and ginsaka (joui pairings) better. I think it may be related to the fact that I generally don't like cops in media, and I tend to support the side of the revolutionaries 😂

In short, the experiences are different for each one, and they will dictate what we like, with whom we identify and how we see things. Not everyone feels the same and that's okay, the important thing is to enjoy the ship you like. The rivalry, the angst, the backstory, the soulmates, are elements I still enjoy a lot about gintaka 👌

#Gintama #Hijikata Toushirou #Sakata Gintoki #Takasugi Shinsuke #I'm gonna pretend I haven't had this for months #just kidding I'm sorryyy🙇‍♀️ #ship stuff #I don't know if I should tag them #some people could get too sensitive over it #even though it's 2020 and the series ended without any official pairing #also I've another ship ask but I'll answer that tomorrow haha #ask #I can write #my post

[herchnsn]

why choose between ginsaka ginzura or gintaka when you can have gintakazuramoto

#the ultimate otp 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽 #raven watches gintama

[gentianbalboa]

Has anyone else noticed that after the Joui war was over Tatsuma and Gintoki wore the colors of each others eyes

#sakagin #ginsaka #gintoki x tatsuma #gintama

[tobiologist]

from my twitter prompts! for nyatsuma on twitter!!

ginsaka + things you said when you were scared + joui 4 verse

Gintoki slashes through yet another Amanto soldier, grinning as the dead body drops to the ground. He’s lost track of the number of alien scumbags he’s killed over the course of this fight. At his side, Sakamoto takes down a smaller, lithe Amanto and lets out one of his signature war cries.

They’ve been at it for… hell, Gintoki doesn’t know how long they’ve been out here, cutting down these bastards.

Numbers, numbers, numbers- people always want to reduce battles and wars to numbers. Unless it’s Amanto casualties, Gintoki could really care less.

Nightfall is quickly approaching. Their opponents appear to sense the passing of time, and their leader, a massive and nasty tiger of a guy, calls for his men to retreat. Gintoki works in one final kill as their enemies rush off the battlefield. At his side, Sakamoto is strangely quiet.

The last word someone would use to describe Sakamoto Tatsuma: quiet.

They gather their own men and return to the campgrounds. Katsura is in the middle of recounting stories to a group around the fire, arms moving wildly, mouth moving at a mile a minute. Takasugi sits slumped alongside the rest of Katsura’s listeners, bored but clearly too tired to move.

Gintoki stalks back to his tent. He’s heard enough of Katsura’s ridiculous stories for the day and would rather catch some sleep before his watch begins.

To his surprise, Sakamoto doesn’t join the idiots by the fire.

Before the flap of Gintoki’s tent falls shut, he catches Sakamoto wandering off toward the main building on base. It’s where they conduct most of their meetings and battle plans.

He’s headed for the roof, Gintoki realizes. He tells himself it isn’t worth the trouble of getting involved, knowing how a post-fight Sakamoto can be, but finds his feet moving of their own accord anyway.

Gintoki stops in front of the dilapidated excuse for a building and glances toward the roof. As expected, the familiar drape of teal cloth settles on the tiles, tufts of brown hair visible by the light of the moon.

Not. Worth. It. Gintoki tries convincing himself one more time before heaving himself up, swinging his legs up onto the roof.

He approaches slowly and sinks next to Sakamoto. He’s staring into the sky overhead, expression filled with unmistakable longing. Gintoki shudders.

“Idiot, why aren’t you down there listening to Zura run his mouth?” Gintoki says by way of greeting, tone dry. “I thought you liked that sort of thing.”

Sakamoto lets out a boisterous laugh, but it sounds a bit forced. “Not tonight,” he answers. “Maybe another time.”

Gintoki rolls his eyes. “It’ll make you feel better, right?”

No response.

“Suit yourself,” Gintoki sighs, leaning back and stretching out with his head pillowed on his arms.

“I needed to come here first,” Sakamoto says, oddly cryptic. “To look at the stars.”

“They’re not going anywhere, dumbass.”

“No, but…” Sakamoto pauses and, ah, Gintoki knows the real reason is coming. He can feel it. “I keep thinking of what’ll happen if I die.”

Gintoki tenses. As much as hates to admit it, he understands. He’s wondered the same thing, earning himself many sleepless nights. Not that he’ll tell this guy.

“I don’t want to die without seeing what’s out there,” Sakamoto continues. “But that could happen, you know?” He lets out another laugh, and Gintoki feels a little sick to his stomach.

“You’ll get your chance.”

“Maybe,” Sakamoto scoffs, “Maybe.”

Gintoki hates that tone, especially coming from Sakamoto. He hates seeing any of his comrades act like this- like the world is ending. Sure, they could die at any second, but that’s true of everyone. Gintoki accepted this years ago.

But someone like Sakamoto deserves to see more of the universe before he bites the bullet; Gintoki knows that much.

#sakata gintoki #sakamoto tatsuma #ginsaka #sakagin #gintama #gintama fic #my fic #mine #my fic: ginsaka #my fic: gintama #twit prompts #first time writing this ship!! #it was loads of fun #even though it's angsty oops

[tatsumass-archive]

sakagin / ginsaka

send me ship(s)

//my heartttt

Who’s more dominant:  sakamoto

Who’s the cuddler:  sakamoto

Who’s the talkative person:  they both are about equal

What’s their favorite activity:  drinkin’

Who uses all the hot water:  gintoki

Thing(s) they fight over:  what bar to go to, who needs to clean

Who does most of the cleaning:  shinpACHI

Who sleeps while watching horror movie:  GIN KEEPS SCREAMING  WHO CAN SLEEP IN THESE CONDITIONS?!

Who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working:  Sakamoto does it for Gintoki

Who’s the reckless and destroys things:  Gin breaks stuff by accident

Who does grocery shopping:  sakamoto brings stuff over 

Who remembers anniversaries:  sakamoto

Who cooks normally:  Gintoki lol

How often do they fight:  all the time omg

What do they do after fight:  sakamoto pouts and gin picks his nose

Nicknames for each other:  KINTOKI and just Tatsuma

Who is more likely to pay for dinner:  SAKAMOTO OF COURSE

Who kissed who first:  sakamoto

Who made the first move:  sakamoto

Who remembers things:  sakamoto

Who started the relationship:  sakamoto

Who curses more:  gintoki

A head canon:  Sakamoto will send Gintoki letters all the time.  Although Gintoki pretends to ignore them he actually likes reading them.

#sakagin #ginsaka #because god only knows how I feel about these two wtf #ty for this #;shipping meme answered #;Amanto #;Ask the Moots

[victorsandvanquishers]

Sakagin and 8 or 10 for the semi nsfw meme

Enjoy the Sakagin shenanigans! ( ﾟヮﾟ)

NSFW Fic Meme.

“KINTOKIIIIIIII!”

“NO, TATSUMA, MY RIBS JUST HEALED!”

Of course, Tatsuma used selectivehearing no jutsu and leaped into Gintoki’s not-so-open arms, causingthem both to unceremoniously tumble to the ground.

“I missed you so much,” Tatsumacooed, peppering kisses up and down Gintoki’s stubbly chin.

“We’re forty years old, Tatsuma, yergonna kill me if you do that again,” Gintoki said blandly, rubbinghis sore midsection.

“True love knows no boundaries,”Tatsuma claimed. He nuzzled Gintoki’s fluffy hair, burying his facein the snow white locks.

Gintoki stroked Tatsuma’s back with hisbandaged right arm. “How much did you miss me?” He whisperedsoftly into Tatsuma’s neck.

Tatsuma ground his ass againstGintoki’s erection. “Almost as much as junior missed me,” Tatsumaperked up.

“Is that why you jumped on me?”

“Well, when nature calls…”Tatsuma shrugged and started undoing the clasps on his tunic andloosening his trousers.

“You’re about to ride an old man whojust got out of the hospital, like where is your god, Tatsuma?”

“No god, only gay,” Tatsumagiggled, undressing Gintoki in the meantime.

When they finished, Sakamoto curledagainst Gintoki, who embraced him. “Next time, jump right on mydick,” Gintoki said seriously.

“That’s the morphine talking,”Tatsuma assured him.

“Maybe, but it’d be neat.”

“OK.”

And with that, they fell asleep. WhenOtose barged in a few hours later, she beat them both into taking ashared hospital trip. It was the fourth time that month.

#sakagin #Sakamoto Tatsuma #sakata gintoki #gintama #ginsaka #avafanfics

[buniyaad]

ALSO semi-nsfw meme: sakagin and 1

Ya got lucky twice tonight, friend. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

NSFW Fic Meme. Ask Here

“Ahahaha- ooooh baby, yes, please,oooooooh~”

“What is this, a singing contest?”Gintoki grunted in between grinds. “I’m tryna cum here, asshole,stop singing.”

“Faster, baby, faster,” Tatsumapleaded, squeezing Gintoki’s ass, urging him to grind faster.

“Normal sex woulda been fine, but no,ya wanted to dry hump in a janitor’s closet because ya need to makeanother speech in ten minutes and didn’t have time for a regularfuck,” Gintoki groused, burying his fingers deep in Tatsuma’s hair.

“Gintoki, faster,” Tatsuma clipped,pinching his ass.

“Ouch!”

“Faster, ya limpdick!”

“Oi, who ya callin’ a limpdick!?”

From behind the closet door, Shinpachiscreeched. “YOU’RE BOTH GOING TO HELL.”

“I’m coming, Gintoki!” Tatsuma’sgasped.

Gintoki grunted, spilling inside hispants while Tatsuma hitched a breath before going limp in his arms,

“I’LL SEE YOU BOTH IN HELL,” Otoseyelled from beyond the closet door while Gintoki helped Tatsuma cleanup for the speech.

“Thanks, honey,” Tatsuma beamed,kissing his cheek.

Gintoki rolled his eyes but let thetaller man canoodle his stubbly chin. “Next time, come prepared soI can just put it in yer ass.”

“I had curry last night,” Tatsumapouted.

“Then don’t have curry the nightbefore a speech, doofus!”

“Gintoki!”

“Tatsuma!”

“YOU’RE BOTH STILL GOING TO HELL,”Shinpachi interrupted shrilly.

#gintama #sakamoto tatsuma #sakata gintoki #sakagin #ginsaka #ava's ficcing adventures

[razberryyum]

A Gintama episode a day keeps the ending away...Episode 23

MY 5 FAVORITE MOMENTS IN EPISODE 23 (manga chaps 26 and 27):

1) All should kneel before the Queen Slender Madame Foreman. 

2) These guys didn’t have a chance, starting with their silly name. 

3) To be honest, in the beginning, I wasn’t all that into Sakamoto, in either the manga or the anime, but of course that has since changed so in honor of what I feel about him now, I am glad he finally made his first appearance on the show.

4) Aw, so sweet!

5) A sweet moment between Gintoki and Sakamoto, which kinda reminded me of Michelangelo’s The Creation of Adam.

SHIPS TALLY:

Gintoki x Sakamoto: it’s obvious they go way back even before the wonderful Joui days flashback.

Sakamoto x Mutsu: didn’t matter that I thought Mutsu was a boy in the beginning, still thought their interaction with each other was cute and she was too good for him. 

Gintoki x Sacchan: even though Sacchan just inserted herself into the episode by providing a totally unnecessary recap of the previous episode, I will still acknowledge her obsession love for Gin-chan. 

Gintoki x Kagura: he was being super sweet and considerate to Kagura-chan who obviously doesn’t do well under the scorching sun. 

Disclaimer: Gintama is not only about shipping. Gintama is hilarious, clever, exciting, poignant, heart-breaking, loving, brilliant, and just completely unbelievably amazing.  It is only due to Sorachi-sama’s immense generosity that I am able enjoy Gintama on an extra another level, the shippy level, and I am forever grateful for that. GINTAMA IS LIFE AND LOVE.

1/23/2019

#Gintama #Gintama anime episode 23 #Sakamoto Tatsuma #Mutsu #Kiheitai #GinSaka #TakaMutsu #Yorozuya #GinSa #GinKagu #Life and Love #THANK YOU Sorachi-sama

[weareallplants]

[Sakagin/Ginsaka] - Late night regrets

[[I just found this laying around in my drafts. Forgot about this completely. Still a drabble, but I guess I might as well post it. I should really get to writing happier fics.]]

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“Congratulations.”

Gintoki didn’t know what else to say. No wonder something was off with how Tatsuma’s laugh sounded that night as they drank together. It was strange enough that the guy wasn’t feeling like going to some bar with women. Tatsuma never really asked to stay over at Gintoki’s to drink.

Just when he was about to close his eyes and let the alcohol do its work, Tatsuma dropped the news.

“Mutsu and I, we’re getting married. I can’t believe it myself,” then came his signature laugh.

Gintoki heard dogs howling in the distance, people walking in and out of Otose’s bar, Catherine’s yammering downstairs. He wanted to close his eyes and nod off but he couldn’t after what Tatsuma said.

Tatsuma still had his shades on but Gintoki figured he was staring intently at the half filled glass on the table. It was unfair how he hid his raw emotions behind those. It was for business but not once did Tatsuma take them off while talking to Gintoki. He only ever removed them when they went under the sheets. Even then, Tatsuma found a way not to be seen. Gintoki never really was able to find out what the guy thought in that seemingly empty head of his.

“Guess you’re done fooling around. Your life’s about to end. They say it always ends when you get tied down. You’ll end up crying for freedom soon enough.” Gintoki sighed. His glass was empty.

“I’ll drag her with me like what I’ve always been doing, aha, ahaha.”

“Say that again once you get kids crying to you about their salary.”

“Pay those kids of yours already, you useless old man.”

Gintoki hit Tatsuma.

“Ow man, I’m in pain.” Laughing, Tatsuma rubbed his head.

“Good.”

Gintoki knew that after this, Tatsuma would stop coming to visit him. Maybe he’d drop by, but things would be different the next time they meet. He was completely okay with that. He told himself he was fine. He didn’t like him the way Mutsu did. Tatsuma needed someone like Mutsu to keep his airheaded self grounded. They worked well together, and Gintoki could never think of anyone but Mutsu staying by Tatsuma’s side.

But his chest still hurt. He knew it was one part of Tatsuma’s life he would never be able to enter.

The Tatsuma beside him was different from the guy who asked if they could sail the starry seas together.

Gintoki couldn’t really tell what he was thinking. Not when he rambled, not when his head sank in Gintoki’s shoulder, not when he sighed and stood to leave after they emptied the last bottle.

“You gotta take care of yourself, Kintoki.”

Gintoki could only see Tatsuma’s back. It was the same as before he left for space, but still different somehow. He couldn’t really tell what was off.

Sakamoto slid the door closed. Gintoki busied himself staring at the ground, at the bottles, at the dark spot in the corner.

He still couldn’t empty his mind enough not to wonder if he should have taken his hand back then.

#Sakagin #Ginsaka #gintama #gintama fanfiction #my stuff #fanfic #sakata gintoki #sakamoto tatsuma #late night regrets #implied sakamutsu #sad perms

[theygotlost]

i need more joui!sakagin smoochies pls and thank u

#ginsaka #gintama #goggshshd this is so half assed idk what thi si s #pda #sakagin #sakamoto tatsuma #sakata gintoki #mine

[dondake]

[sakagin] elbow grease

rating: t summary: Money can buy happiness. Except Sakamoto wants something more than happiness. 

[=]

On his fifth birthday, Sakamoto’s grandmother takes him aside out of view from all his immediate and extended family that have gathered to celebrate the day and slaps him. It’s because for a while, he’s been accepting the gifts that family members have handed him with wide smiles and well wishes without really looking at them or giving heartfelt thanks. “Do you know how lucky you are to have family?” she scolds him, quietly because she doesn’t want to draw attention, but her voice is stern. “Do you know how lucky you are to be able to laugh like this? To be able to laugh at all? There are hundreds and thousands of boys your age right now wandering the countryside with no home to go back to and no mothers to make them meals. They have to scavenge and pick even corpses clean just to survive. I don’t want to see any more displays of ungratefulness from you, today or any day. March back into that room and thank everyone from the bottom of your heart.” Sakamoto does this, and he laughs loudly all the while, because if he doesn’t, he might cry. His grandmother just yelled at him on his birthday. There are boys who have to touch dead bodies! That’s a scary image. But since then, he laughs when he can, because it is a blessing to be able to laugh. Laughing means you are happy! It means you know happiness. It means you can breathe enough to be able to laugh. It means you are not dead. He laughs his way through academy and he laughs when his father tells him he’s going to join the army, whether he likes it or not. It becomes a little hard to laugh then, because he’s busy throwing up most of the time on the ship from the way it rocks back and forth and slightly because the thought of plunging the katana his father gave him for the war into someone’s body makes him sick. But when he isn’t upending his stomach, he chuckles weakly and the rest of the crew gives him space. 

He stops laughing when he meets Gintoki for the first time, although it’s because the rowboat that takes him to glorious hard ground is less stable than the fleet ship so nausea deals him a serious blow. But after he feels a little better, he’s preoccupied with fending off attacks from the patriots he’s been sent to join, and although he’s not that terrible of a fighter - the little one he can ignore, he’s all shouting and limited arm span in the first place - he’s breathless because Gintoki’s hair is amazingly silvery white. Gintoki’s face is covered with his puke so he doesn’t really look at him; but that hair draws his eyes and he can’t look away like a moth to a flame. It allows Gintoki to get in a few good hits to his face. Afterwards, when Katsura apologizes for his comrades’ behavior and introduces him to everyone he should know, he joins the rest of the patriots for dinner and he finally looks upon Gintoki’s face. It makes him shiver. There’s a mixture of hardened warrior and anxious child. This is a boy who has touched dead bodies, Sakamoto thinks. His grandmother is long dead but he can’t forget her words. 

“Stop following me,” Gintoki says. “Stop touching my hair. What’s wrong with you? You’ve never seen curly hair before, you bushy-headed idiot?”

“No,” Sakamoto says honestly. “Your hair is so white, but you’re not old. And it’s so rough, like a rag.” 

The backhanded compliment makes Gintoki grab his head in retaliation. “Oh ho,” Gintoki says, his fingers digging up against Sakamoto’s scalp. They look funny, no doubt, both of them holding the other’s heads. “Looks like the young master here has sweet oils and plentiful soaps to care for himself. You feel like a puffy cat, you softheaded fool.” Gintoki keeps ruffling his hair, but he’s grinning now, and Sakamoto thinks he’d pay anything for Gintoki to keep looking at him like that. 

Money can buy friends - his father’s said so, but with the caveat that money can buy the wrong sort of friends. Here on the battlefield, money buys him the right sort of friends, the sort of friends who sees how he helps them and are thus willing to sacrifice their necks to save the one who can earn enough coin for them to stay in fairly decent lodging and talk his way to get cheaper prices on supplies. Katsura’s been brought up well, because he’s nice to Sakamoto regardless of whether a sale has been successful or not. Takasugi’s mouth has been shut ever since because Sakamoto gets results. But the only one who Sakamoto can’t seem to win over with his financial prowess is Gintoki, who stalks off into the woods whenever he comes back bearing gifts. 

“Hey, hey,” Sakamoto says, tripping over tree roots to find Gintoki sitting by himself against an old tree. “I got you some oil for your hair. I heard from the others, you’re called the White Demon, right? So you’ve got an image to maintain. You can’t have rough hair that doesn’t bounce; that doesn’t sound good for morale. Here, I’ll even help you apply it.” 

Gintoki knocks the bottle out of Sakamoto’s hands. He hits it so hard that it flies in a wide arc and smashes against another tree, breaking the bottle and sending the oil running down the trunk in thick rivets. “Quit it,” Gintoki says. “Stop trying to kiss up to me with your blood money. I don’t want any of it.” 

Sakamoto laughs, but he’s only going through the motions so it sounds awkward and the notes are coming out all wrong. “I’m not trying to kiss up to you,” he says, and his voice sounds hollow even to him. “Honest. I just want you to like me.” His father always said he was too honest for his own good and he never thought before he spoke. “I want to be your friend. Really.”

Gintoki doesn’t say anything for a long time. Sakamoto sits there next to him at a distance feeling sorry for himself. He wonders vaguely if his father paid his friends to be friends with him, because he doesn’t remember friendship being this difficult. Maids became nicer, sweeter if he held up coin. Maybe he is just terrible at being social and fostering personal relationships. “I’m sorry,” Gintoki says eventually. “That must have been expensive.”

“It wasn’t that expensive,” Sakamoto says. 

“What, were you trying to put cheap shit in my hair!” He leaps at Sakamoto and Sakamoto is momentarily terrified; he’s already caught Gintoki in a bad mood and he’s about to be slaughtered by the White Demon. But Gintoki is laughing, and he’s sitting on Sakamoto’s chest with such a wonderful heady weight. Sakamoto’s laughs are coming out wheezes. “I didn’t know you had enough brains to be concerned about stupid things like friends. But rest assured; I don’t hate you.”

“Sakata,” Sakamoto says, and he can really barely breathe. Gintoki stands up over him. 

“Well, for starters, don’t call me that. It makes me sound like an old guy. And I’m not like the others…I don’t have a family to represent.” Sakamoto sits up on his own because Gintoki doesn’t offer him a hand. “Just call me Gintoki.”

Sakamoto scrambles to his feet. “So,” he says, “so, so, if I can call you that, can you call me by my given name too? That’s what friends do, right?”

“Sure, sure. What was it, again?”

Gintoki doesn’t call him by his name very often, preferring to go with insulting nicknames or derogatory terms - nothing special, he does the same with Takasugi, Katsura, and every member of his squad - but when he does, he says Tatsuma and Sakamoto bounds up to him no matter what the circumstances. He sees this as an improvement. Gintoki knows Katsura and Takasugi from childhood but he still calls them by their surnames. The gesture is worth more than its weight in gold.

[=]

Still, wars come and go but boys will be boys. They’ll slur their words and pick fun with the smallest of things when they’re among themselves, but when they’re in town, there’s other things to buy besides supplies and they’ll wash their faces and put on their best clothes. Usually, it’s Gintoki and Takasugi who will pick the same woman, because it’s always a competition between them so sometimes Gintoki watches Takasugi to see where his eyes land and goes for her too, or Takasugi will wait until Gintoki begins to approach a woman and will cut in before him. But this time, he and Gintoki pick the same girl, a girl who has a smile that is wide and laughs louder than the others. Her kimono is worn, and it’s clear she’s been wearing the same one for months already. They’ve just been paid, which is why the older patriots let the boys loose into the town, and Gintoki meets eyes with him and nods in agreement. A gentleman will make sure a woman doesn’t wear the same outfit twice in a row. She surprises them by asking for them both; she doesn’t want to pick and she doesn’t want them to either. 

Before he joins the war, Sakamoto is a virgin. His father and teachers tell him the fastest thing to ruin a young man’s mind is liquor and women. Brothels are off limits, and when he’s home, he has no real reason to look for them; his friends enjoy their time watching the girls in the market and he’s got his studies to focus on. But after battle after battle and the only red that dyes his clothes is Amanto blood and his own, he needs something to take that all off his mind. At first he doesn’t have the guts, and he stays back at the camp with Katsura who has the discipline of a monk (although Sakamoto remembers at the last village, Katsura followed an older woman home and came back the next morning with two dead, plump chickens). When Gintoki and Takasugi learn that he’s still a bright young flower, they pull him with them and although Sakamoto spends his first night with his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open in a chortle, he goes back with them every time. They’re young and stupid and gambling is an old man thing when there’s women to devour. Money, for most of them, is useless when death could be at the door at any day. 

It becomes quickly apparent why the girl wears the same kimono. They go into her room and order sake, and after a few drinks, she pulls out a pipe and a small bag of opium. It makes Sakamoto’s brain stutter for a moment, and he remembers his teachers at school mention how it rots your soul and his grandmother - bless her soul - told him his laughter was annoying but it rang soundly like the purity of his soul, or something like that. She smokes it by herself for a bit and then passes it to him. Sakamoto doesn’t know how to refuse. 

“Give it here,” Gintoki says, reaching over. “This guy’s worthless; he can’t smoke without choking.” Gintoki doesn’t look at him and takes a hit off the pipe before passing it back to the woman. Sakamoto doesn’t think he’s ever seen Gintoki smoke in his life either. 

The woman takes off her clothes and she laughs when they touch her, and for a time, Sakamoto forgets that she’s smoked anything at all. He kisses the smooth skin of her stomach and Gintoki is groping her breasts. But after a while, the woman is breathing shallowly and her eyes are closed. She is doped up. Sakamoto is hard, he can feel it through his clothes. Gintoki has already shucked up most of his clothes. 

It’s probably the alcohol and the dope, but Gintoki’s mouth is hot when Sakamoto kisses it. The truth is, they don’t come into contact with villages and towns very often; sometimes it’s too dangerous to expose themselves as patriots if the town is patrolled. At those times, boys are still boys. It’s been an accepted fact since the dawn of the samurai that older warriors take younger boys under their wing. Unrelatedly, Sakamoto thinks he might be the only one in the camp who has held Katsura; just once, though, and Gintoki asks them why they took so long to get water and why Katsura is walking funny when he claims he hadn’t been injured in the last skirmish. Sakamoto has never thought of propositioning Gintoki, because the thought never crossed his mind, like the idea of making love with a local god. But now he wonders why he never has, as Gintoki climbs on top of him, his fingertips calloused from holding a sword. Gintoki is a careless kisser and he sucks a mark on Sakamoto’s neck. Sakamoto has one hand around Gintoki’s cock and two fingers up his ass and Gintoki is panting against his collarbone, moving his hips. His eyes don’t seem to really see Sakamoto. 

“Do you want to?” Sakamoto asks, laughter dying his throat. He can barely laugh, he’s so turned on and his breathing is ragged. 

“Do it,” Gintoki says, but in the end, he’s riding Sakamoto with wild fervor. Sakamoto stifles his laughter with one hand; he’s known among the camp for bawling so loud everyone in the brothels can hear it, but it feels like this has to be a secret. Gintoki’s eyes are the color of rust and dried blood, but his hair is a brilliant white. He leans down, shaking, when he comes, and Sakamoto smells a whiff of perfumed oil in his white curls. 

They hear a weak chuckle as they’re catching their breath. Sakamoto is getting soft and he slides out of Gintoki. “You two are so funny,” the brothel girl says, although she’s still so out of it she probably won’t be able to process what she’s seen much less tell the other girls while the camp is still in town. 

“I didn’t hear you at all last night,” Takasugi says in the morning when they’re making their way back to camp. “Did you get the holes confused?”

“Nah,” Sakamoto says. “At least no one asked me if I’d entered after I was balls deep.” The jab makes Takasugi storm away in an angry huff. Gintoki doesn’t say anything to him either and never mentions it. 

(Sakamoto catches Gintoki fucking Takasugi one night taking a piss when they’re stranded somewhere in the middle of fields on fields on fields. Takasugi’s hands are scraped against the tree and he’s gasping and hissing things at Gintoki that Sakamoto can’t hear. A dull surprise settles in his stomach, but he guesses rivals keep their friends close and their enemies closer. He doesn’t say anything the next morning when he sees Takasugi bandaging his hands.)

[=]

Sakamoto tries to tell himself it doesn’t really matter if Gintoki agrees to desert the army with him, and he believes it for a long time until his fleet reaches some distant planet where all the natives have dazzling silver hair. Sakamoto feels his knees going weak first, and he wants to throw up even though he’s on solid ground. “Mutsu, we’re going,” he says.

“Really, boss? We haven’t even gotten any negotiations started yet.”

“We aren’t doing any. Let’s go.” 

[=]

Money can buy happiness. Sakamoto gets the door slammed in his face whenever he visits Earth, more specifically, when he visits the apartment over Otose’s Snack Shop. But when he waves around a few bills and says he’ll pay for dinner, Gintoki opens the door again and says he’ll go anywhere. 

They go to a crappy sit-down place and to a discreet hotel on the outskirts of Kabuki District. Gintoki has a child at home who can be placated with pickled seaweed, her dog, and the television, who won’t ask questions when Gintoki stumbles home in the morning. Sakamoto tries to take things slow so he can savor it, as one should do with fine wine and exquisite cuisine, but Gintoki bites at his lip and he’s grinding up against him so Sakamoto takes him facedown on the bed. Gintoki’s hair is soft now, used to regular shampooing and pillows instead of rocks and dirt floors. 

Money can’t buy happiness. After they’re done, Sakamoto wants to engage in fruitless pillow talk and maybe some snuggling, but Gintoki is busy rummaging through his wallet. Gintoki is worse than any con call girl. “Kintoki,” Sakamoto whines, purposefully getting it wrong so Gintoki will turn to him and correct him. It’s no longer good enough to be the pampered little rich boy in a war, now that Gintoki has moved off the battlefield and he has his own proteges and a bunch of people around him. Gintoki isn’t one to dwell on the past, and Sakamoto thinks he’s just a remnant of darker days. He can’t even really remember that night in the brothel that well anymore. “Stop robbing me.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Hey, Kintoki,” Sakamoto says, hugging the pillow in lieu of embracing bare skin. “If you take all that money, will you be mine?”

“Hell no. What does that even mean? I’m not a thing to be bought and sold.”

“Okay, okay. Will you only look at me then?”

“Why would I want to look at your ugly mug for too long?”

Sakamoto begins to cry, because it’s frustrating, and the bizarre thing is that he’s also laughing. It’s such a strange ugly emotion. He doesn’t even have his sunglasses to hide his eyes. “Oh, come on. I wasn’t that mean, was I?” Gintoki puts his wallet down, but Sakamoto doesn’t miss how Gintoki’s own wallet seems fatter. “What do you want? Tell Gin-san, and he’ll try and make you feel better, you big crybaby.” Gintoki throws the covers over himself again and slides up next to Sakamoto, smoothing his hair and cooing condescendingly at him. 

“I want you to return my money to you, because I earned it with hard work unlike you who hasn’t worked a day in his life.” Gintoki opens his mouth but Sakamoto cuts him off. “I want you to actually welcome me back when I visit Earth. I want to eat more dinners with you. I want you to come with me sometimes to see space. I want to have more sex with you.” 

“Come on,” Gintoki says again. “That’s a lot of requests and only one Gin-san. And I’ll do all of those, if you pay me a pretty penny. Actually, you’ll take that literally, so multiple pennies. Billions of pennies.” 

“I want you to do all those things without me having to pay you,” Sakamoto insists. 

Gintoki sighs. His hand is rubbing his back in a very nice way. “Do you hear yourself? A rich young master who’s too stingy to use his money to get what he wants.”

“You said you don’t want my blood money.” 

It takes Gintoki a moment to remember. “Who was it that left in the first place?” Gintoki kisses his forehead. “You’re being so full of yourself when you weren’t willing to stay with me back then and you’re trying to throw my words back at me? Don’t be so spoiled.” 

“You got me there.” 

Gintoki sees him off at the ship. Mutsu no longer questions it. “Get out of here,” Gintoki tells him. “I’m terrible at good byes and you’re coming back anyway, whether I like it or not.” 

“Okay, but can I get a kiss good bye at least?”

“Seriously get out of here or I’ll kill you.” 

Sakamoto watches Gintoki walk away as the ship takes off, lifting higher and higher into the sky. He wonders how much he’d have to pay for Gintoki to kiss him farewell. It would probably be extra to have him stand and watch until the ship was completely gone. Still, before he can no longer see, he notices Gintoki stop at the corner and look up. It makes him feel elated, even if Gintoki holds up his hand and it’s too far to notice which finger he’s pointing in his direction. His grandmother said some boys his age pick at corpses, but a good man will help those boys and not expect anything in return. He’s old enough to be thankful for that. 

#sakagin #ginsaka #sakamoto tatsuma #sakata gintoki #gintama #canadino fic

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A Gintama chapter a day keeps the ending away...Lesson 452

MY 15 FAVORITE MOMENTS IN LESSON 452:

Such perfect timing for this arc: I was just theorizing today that the mysterious, one-legged, bandaged person seen in chapter 676 is in fact the shadowy fifth Joui member and host from this party. What a coinkidink.

Moment 1: Gintoki’s hilarious reaction to seeing his former comrades. I guess this was the first time they had this type of reunion party, thanks to Kurokono, but I wished they had many more reunion parties after this one since it’s such a sweet idea.

Moment 2: Zura and Sakamoto do have a pretty good point...they really don’t appear often enough, especially Zura who was around since chapter 5 (Sakamoto didn’t officially appear until at least 20 chapters later) .

Moment 3: I would’ve wanted to watch a past arc like that, even if they are morons.

Moment 4: Gintoki’s right: Sakamoto DOES shout a lot. I’m honestly not a fan of his obnoxious laugh either.

Moment 5: Lmao.

Moment 6: I kind of flipped out at the Generation of Miracles mention since I was still a big fan of KuroNoBasuke at the time. 

Moment 7: I probably squeed my head off at the cross-over. 

Moment 8: Gin-chan freaking out about the legal issues of using Kuroko no Tasuke.

Moment 9: He looked so sexy with his hair cut, he should have just done it so he could be in the regular lineup.

Moment 10: Sakamoto very hard at work removing the aliens from his interior.

Moment 11: As much as I enjoyed all the comedy in this arc, I did wish we could have gotten a serious past arc. The ocassional glimpses we’ve gotten are just not enough.

Moment 12: I wondered if Pocari Sweat was a sponsor of Jump. It tastes like how I imagine sweaty socks would taste. Pretty disgusting.

Moment 13: These two goofballs being petty when theyre on the verge of dying of thirst. 

Moment 14: I really love Joui War era Takasugi. He seemed like so much fun.

Moment 15: At this point I thought Zura and Sakamoto had concocted this party just so they could get back the money Gintoki owed them. I really didn’t think they would stay on the Kurokono Tasuke thing for the duration of the arc. 

SHIPS TALLY:

Gintoki x Zura: how much more couply can they get?

Gintoki x Sakamoto: even though Gintoki didn’t look amused at all, Sakamoto was being touchy-feely with him.

Gintoki x Zura x Sakamoto: I don’t believe they didn’t fool around g the Joui days. Hey, war is stressful, they had to find ways to relieve the stress and sometimes, willing women might not have been easily available so why not ask your fellow comrade for some help? 

Disclaimer: Gintama is not only about shipping. Gintama is hilarious, clever, exciting, poignant, heart-breaking, loving, brilliant, and just so freaking amazing.  It is only due to Sorachi-sama’s generosity that I can enjoy Gintama on yet another level, the shippy level, and I am forever grateful for that. GINTAMA IS LIFE AND LOVE.

3/30/2018

#Gintama #Gintama manga chap 452 #Patriot Reunion Party Arc #Kurokono Tasuke #Joui 3 #Gintoki #Zura #Sakamoto #GinZura #GinSaka #GinZuraSaka #THANK YOU Sorachi-sama #Life and Love