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goldenlaquer · 4 years

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May I request a one-shot hijikata with a female s/o who is gintoki's sister? Maybe he likes her but he thinks she likes sougo or someone else. Thank you!

In which Sougo’s words affect him a lot more than it should have.

Thank you for the wait! This is cheesy and probably has a lot of mistakes (I should probably look for a beta-reader or something), but I hope you like it anyway.

untitled for now (Hijikata Toushirou One-shot):

Hijikata-san.

Hijikata-s

What.

Do you like her?

What the hell are you talking about?

Her.

Like I said, you idiot, what the hell are you talking about?

——-

The two siblings always stand next to each other, on the corner of the convenience store the morning of Monday.

The older is not worth mentioning. He is scum. And as for the younger,

she is not

not

worth mentioning either.

The older has the latest copy of the Shonen Jump magazine in his hands, obsessively rifling through the pages as the younger stands on her toes to peer over her brother’s shoulder.

From where he stands, he can hear them squabble:

You turned the page too fast.

I didn’t. You just read slower than Sadaharu can take a stinkin’ dump.

Yeah? And it stinks just as much as your breath.

My breath smells great, like flowers and angels. You must be smelling your own breath, you dirty brat.

Am not.

Are too.

Am not.

The volume is astronomical. Other passersby are looking, disturbed by the childish back and forths in front of the store. A small dog barks at them, frightened by the racket. An old lady clucks her tongue and swishes her cane, hitting Hijikata’s ankle. She gives him an expectant look, take care of it, and totters away, still clucking her tongue at today’s youth.

He is a policeman. It is his duty to take care of the troublemakers. So he takes a step towards them, then another, then another to cross the road. His fingers twitch, before curling into a fist, before relaxing because he’s relaxed, alright?

They notice him immediately; The brother groans in dismay and promptly starts hacking up phlegm to spit at the ground like the caveman he is.

And the sister sees him and quickly turns away.

Hijikata falters for a millisecond.

——

You like her, don’t you?

Sougo, take today off and go see a psychiatrist.

You don’t?

…

If you don’t, then

Can I have her?

The pen in his hand snaps.

——

The brother insults him as always. Tax evader. Tax waster. Tax thief. What’s new? Hijikata’s used to dealing with ill-mannered monkeys. Plus, he knows that the brother has no basis anyway— the damn fool doesn’t even pay taxes.

He’s also used to scanning his surroundings. One can never be too careful. So he scans the area as he insults the brother right back, eyes swiveling to the side to look at the sister. You still have your body angled away from him, hands playing with the edge of your worn hoodie, your tattered flip flops kicking at the ground. He hears each kick like a gunshot.

Rotten bastard.

You won’t look at him.

Disrespectful, rotten bastard.

Still.

Permheaded, disrespectful, rotten bastard.

You spare him a glance then. Hijikata meets your eye for a split second before snapping back to the brother, as if he had been burned.

——

Ink flows over his fingers, dropping down to blacken his report. Hijikata jumps up and cusses.

Sougo stares at him, face carefully deadpan. Hijikata knows him enough to see the hidden smirk tucked underneath the layers of his face. He always hated that about Sougo.

What the fuck are you looking at?

An idiot.

——

Your brother runs off. The coward. You stay for some reason.

It is unbearably awkward.

He doesn’t know where to look. The ant next to the pebble. The tuft of grass breaking through concrete. The miniscule scuff on his boots that he’ll have to buff out later.

Hijikata glances up. Right as you gaze at him.

It is so quick. The way the both of you look away at the same moment.

——

Okita stops at the door, turning back to tell him:

Oh yeah, I asked her out on a date.

He pulls out two tickets to the local amusement park and flaps them up and down like a fan.

Hijikata does not even dignify that with a proper response. Instead he calmly tells Sougo that why the hell would I care? and also tells him to get the fuck out.

Once the door shuts, Hijikata rubs his face. He needs a smoke. The whole pack.

——

“How was the date?” He hears his voice ask before he can realize.

“Date?”

Hijikata stares at a spot between your eyebrows. It's just small talk. Like the weather or favorite sports teams. Just small, small talk. “With Sougo.”

“Sou-kun? Oh, on Saturday night?”

Sou-kun.

The familiarity of the name doesn’t escape his attention.

“Yeah,” he hoarsely says.

“It was more fun than I thought it would be! He and I—“

Ah, now he kinda wants to kill himself for even asking. He doesn’t want to hear the rest of the answer.

“—and the rest went to the—“

Hold up. Hold up. Hold up.

He frowns. “The rest?”

You tilt your head at him. It’s so goddamn adorable.

“Yeah?”

Sougo, what kind of date did you take her on?

“I thought it was just you and Sougo.”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head furiously. “No, no, no, not like that! I went with Gintoki, Kagura, and Shinpachi too. I don’t really get why, but he took us all to the amusement park.”

“Oh.” Of course. Sougo lied to him. He should have seen this coming from ten miles away. Everything in him loosens from its tight grip. “Okay.”

He leaves then. A curt goodbye and that’s that.

And he doesn’t know that you watch him go, eyes trained on the solid, black wall of his back. He doesn’t know that you ruefully sigh and wish that you weren’t wearing such an ugly ensemble this Monday morning and that you had said more words to him before he could leave. He doesn’t know that you’ll go home and scold your uncaring brother for being such a rude-ass. He doesn’t know that you take another longing gander at him before walking back to the Yorozuya.

And what you don’t know is that Hijikata is sort of smiling at the sky, feeling his steps a lot more lighter than for the past few days.

——

Sougo.

Yes, Hijikata-san?

Go commit seppuku.

#gintama #gintama scenarios #gintama imagine #hijikata toushirou #hijibaka #answered ask #asks closed

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silver-wields-a-pen · 4 years

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My stress levels are through the roof, so for this Storyteller Saturday, can you tell us a funny story or fact about your characters? We could all use a smile or a laugh right now.

#hugs# I’m hoping things get better for you and you stay safe ^=^

Thanks for the ask ^=^

I rarely list all the Brotherhood boys, but they’ve got the best most chaotic answers for stuff so here goes!!

Ji-hoon: As a prank one day, Ji-hoon left a “suspicious looking box” by Yoshi’s bed. Yoshi was so freaked out he refused to open it because yknow, you don’t stay alive in the Brotherhood by trusting suspicious looking boxes. He snuck it into Ambrose’s room. Ambrose gave it to Mo, who gave it to Shun, who put it under Hideki’s bed. Hideki found the box, opened it and got a “harmless” explosive charge filled with glue and feathers to the face. Ji-hoon claimed total innocence because he’d been trying to prank Yoshi and the chain of hands it went through before it got to Hideki meant he couldn’t take revenge against any of them or the rest would get him back for his lack of sense of humour. There’s no question though that Hideki was the intended victim all along, Ji-hoon read his derpy friends' reactions well.

Ambrose: Leaves deadly poison bottles alongside condiments in his cupboard.

Mohammed: Owns the most gadgets and drives a James Bond sports car. Definitely calls himself the Egyptian James Bond only smoother and puts on the biggest front with everyone with maximum charm.

Shun: Accidentally kidnapped a Saudi princess.

Tadamasa: Almost cut off the top of Sadaharu’s head Kill Bill style during training as a teenager. In his defense, Sadaharu ducked and didn’t go low enough. If he hadn’t lost his balance and fallen, Tada would have one less older brother.

Yoshihiro: Stayed in five star hotels during his time outside the Brotherhood for finals. Nobody knows how he managed it, but Yoshi does not slum it.

#writeblr #writeblr community #storyteller saturday #brotherhood ocs #derp patrol #how are they all still alive???

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ace-reviews · 7 years

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shinpachi has clearly never been hungry before

This is it, you guys. The very last Gintama Review (at least until I can legally get my hands on a copy of the second movie). Buckle in it’s gonna be a comedy episode.

Episode 265: Dog Food Doesn't Have As Much Flavor As You'd Think

In today’s episode, Our Heroes have no food, even though I thought Gin-san had been hired on as an instructor at the Shimura dojo. I’m guessing either he got fired (seems likely enough), Otae decided not to pay him (also likely), or he was an idiot and turned down a steady source of income (most likely).

Random fun fact: Chrome’s spell check thinks Shinpachi should be Spaceship and Shimura should be Samurai, so that’s kinda cool.

How did Sadaharu tie that cloth around the puppy’s box? Sadaharu is a dog. He has no thumbs.

I referred to this episode as a comedy episode up there, and I suppose it is, if you think Grave of the Fireflies with Dogs sounds like a hilarious concept. Like, what the hell, Gintama? Neither of the dogs dies, which is great, but still. Not cool.

So that’s it for Gintama Reviews (aside from the series review on Saturday). It was fun more often than it was frustrating, which was nice, but I think I’m gonna stick to episodic series for these episode review things from now on.

Black Mirror Reviews will begin after the new anime premiers finish (so, it should be just in time for Halloween. How’s that for a fun coincidence?), so if you enjoyed these, please follow and stick around for those, and if you know of a way to get the second Gintama movie that doesn’t break any laws and is as close to free as possible, please let me know so I can do a review of that for y’all.

bye

#gintama #gintama reviews

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dietarysalad · 7 years

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Street War – Chapter 10

“Hey, Gin-chan?” Kagura asked once she had arrived home from the hospital and had made herself comfortable on the couch in their living room area.

“Hm?” Gintoki murmured his reply, his eyes focused on the television screen in front of him. “Who’s ‘Okita Mitsuba’?” At his daughter’s words, Gintoki’s ears perked up a little. “Hm? And how do you know that name?” he interrogated. “Well, you know that boy I helped over to the hospital the other day?” “Yeah?” “His room’s right next to an ‘Okita Mitsuba’. The Sadist was looking at the room all weird, so I was wondering who it was…”

Gintoki gave his daughter a conflicted look before grabbing the remote and flicking the television off. He turned towards her on the couch and watched as she hugged her legs to her chest, her chin resting on her knees. So even Kagura knows how to be respectful, sometimes. “Hm, well,” Gintoki began. “Do you remember a couple years back? When the Shinsengumi suddenly stopped trying to start fights with us?”

Kagura remembered. At the time, the Yorozuya had been in a state of confusion, unsure as to exactly what had happened to make the normally full-of-fight Hijikata Toshiro stop his challenges against the Yorozuya. Without any street brawls, Kagura could only watch as the majority of the Yorozuya began to grow restless, their usual routine broken without any warning. Takasugi, Sakamoto and Katsura, however, were strangely calm – as was Gintoki. Kagura was not entirely sure as to what was going on, herself, but she knew that it must not have been something that she needed to worry about if Gintoki did not seem to pay it too much mind.

“Yeah, I remember,” stated Kagura. “The mayo-freak disappeared for about a month, right?” “Right,” confirmed Gintoki. “He sent me a letter the day before, telling me that one of the Okita siblings that had joined the Shinsengumi was being admitted to hospital. I’m not too sure on the specifics, but it seemed pretty serious.” He paused and, after awkwardly scratching the nape of his neck, continued. “And, well. I’m not too big on the gang wars, myself,” he sighed. “It’s a good way to let off some steam, but Hijikata is the one instigating them anyways. It seemed like a nice holiday for a while, so I just let it be.”

Like an old man at the end of a long day, Gintoki leaned back in his seat and drawled out a long sigh. “Then, a month later,” he breathed out. “Hijikata called for another brawl as if nothing had happened. Soon, I just forgot about it – I figured whoever had been admitted to hospital must have gotten better. I guess not.” Kagura shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her top teeth gnawing slightly on her exposed knees. “So, Okita Mitsuba is the Sadist’s…?” she hesitantly asked. “Yeah, older sister,” answered Gintoki, ruffling his daughter’s untied hair. “Like how I picked up you and Kamui, Hijikata picked up Okita Mitsuba and Okita Sougo, and invited them into the Shinsengumi.”

At the lack of a reaction, Gintoki looked down to his right side to study Kagura’s face. His eyes softened at her troubled expression. She usually doesn’t think deeply like this. He stood up carefully and, in almost no time at all, his seat was taken by Sadaharu. The gigantic canine cuddled against his owner’s side, attempting to cheer her up. A small smile graced Kagura’s face as she combed her fingers through Sadaharu’s immaculate fur.

Before he left, Gintoki asked Kagura but a single question. “Why do you seem to care so much, anyway?” he threw at her, before walking back to the kitchen to find himself a snack. Kagura watched his back as he walked away from the living area, her eyes widening in realisation. Her lip twitched. Why do I care so much about that Shinsengumi? Peeling herself off the couch, Kagura walked off to her room and flopped onto her bed, falling asleep almost immediately as Sadaharu hopped into bed and snuggled beside her.

I’ve been thinking too much today – time to let the brain rest.

The weekend eventually came, though not soon enough in Kagura’s opinion. She woke up at the crack of one o’clock in the afternoon, and mentally congratulated herself for waking up so early on a Saturday. After brushing her teeth, washing her face, and deeming her hair clean enough to not need a wash that morning, Kagura dashed over to her wardrobe to find something clean to wear. It was one of those rare days that Gintoki would come into her room and launder all the clothes she had thrown into her ‘floordrobe’ and ‘chairdrobe’, and sometimes even her ‘bedrobe’.

After settling on a white, cat-eared hoodie and a pair of black, skinny jeans, Kagura skipped out of the apartment. On the way out, she assured Gintoki that she would be home in time for dinner – to which she received a lazy wave and a loud snore from the direction of the couch. Upon slipping her high-top sneakers on, Kagura steadily began to jog in the direction of Oedo Hospital, having promised to meet with Hongou again that weekend after visiting him throughout the school week.

“Oh, wow, Kagura-chan!” Hongou exclaimed. “You and Soyo-san really have a talent!” In his hands, Hongou held a stack of developed photographs – taken, courtesy of Kagura and Soyo. He eagerly flicked through them, holding each image close to his heart and running his eyes over them again and again as if they were his own memories. “You like ‘em?” Kagura grinned. “Soyo-chan and I wanted to take some pictures for you. You’re always here in this drab hospital room – you must get tired of all this white and grey, yes? So we went out and took heaps of pictures for you! You can take a look at these if you ever get tired of your books and this room.”

Hongou grinned, looking back down at the images that he held in his hands. He marvelled at the beauty of the cherry blossoms; he fawned over Sadaharu’s cuteness; he laughed at the silliness of Kagura’s and Soyo’s funny faces. All the while, Kagura watched from his bedside as Hongou’s expressions shifted to and fro. Though she enjoyed visiting him just to make sure that he was well and healthy, what she loved the most about seeing Hongou was the pure delight that he would have towards the things she would bring from outside the hospital. He had amusing reactions to just about anything, and Kagura enjoyed watching him look so happy. She felt like she was making up for letting him get hurt, despite the fact that Hongou had repeatedly assured her that she was not at all at fault.

As Hongou continued flipping through the photos, his eyes lingered on one of her and Sougo locked in mid-fight. Kagura noticed his expression change and peered over his shoulder at the image, her eyes narrowing upon sight. “Soyo-chan must’ve taken that one,” she grumbled. “The Sadist was being particularly annoying that day. Hm, if you ignore him, though, I think I look pretty good in this photo.” While Kagura continued to admire her fighting form, Hongou turned back to the photo and focused his eyes onto Sougo’s expression. He had known the older boy for a long time and knew that it was scarcely ever that a smile ever graced his face. Unless, of course, his older sister was involved. It made Hongou happy to see such a light expression on Sougo’s face, despite the violent context of the photo.

“Hey, Kagura-chan?” asked Hongou as he set the photos aside on his bedside table. “Yeah?” replied Kagura. “Can I ask why the Yorozuya and the Shinsengumi are always having those street fights? I’ve asked Okita-san before, but he said something strange about there being some conflict over… mayonnaise?” “Ah, well, for once the Sadist isn’t lying.” “Eh?”

Kagura sighed and leant back in her chair, crossing her arms behind her neck as a brace. “It’s a long story,” she began, gazing up at the ceiling. “But, well, the Shinsengumi boss is a mayo-freak, you see. He loves mayonnaise more than anything in the world. Apparently, in high school, the Yorozuya boss – my boss – ended up spilling some mayonnaise by accident during a lunch break or something. At the time, the two already had their own followings of some high school misfits. After the incident, more and more people began joining the Yorozuya and the Shinsengumi to duke it out with one another. To be honest, at this point I don’t think the fights are over mayonnaise anymore. It’s more of a way for our two gangs to go wild – we’re free to go all out.”

“Is that so?” wondered Hongou. “But, both of your gangs… You guys do good things for the community, right? The Yorozuya help out with odd jobs, and the Shinsengumi work as volunteers. I don’t see why you guys hate each other so much.” “Well, I’m not too sure about the rest of the group,” Kagura said as she turned back to Hongou. “But I would think that they have the same reasons as me. You see, it’s more fun to fight another team if you have some reason to hate their guts. There’s more passion – everyone feels the need to go all out. I’m sure some people aren’t even sure about the whole mayonnaise story – they just want a place to belong, a family to fight together with. The Sadist, too.” Kagura shook her head, as if she was utterly disgusted with herself to even be speaking about her hated rival. “He’s an idiot, but he’s strong,” she stated, and that was about as close to a compliment as she would likely ever give to the youngest Shinsengumi. “Because he’s got a place to belong to and a family to fight for.”

As he listened on, Hongou clenched his fists underneath the bedsheets. His eyes glittered with determination as he redirected his eyes back to the photographs that lied on his bedside table. This is the world through the eyes of someone who is strong. He took a deep breath in. This is the world through the eyes of someone who can fight. Releasing his clenched fists, Hongou turned back to Kagura. “You… Do you think I could be strong like that, someday?” he stated, the words feeling foreign on his tongue. Kagura tilted her head at him. “Hm?” she grinned. “Of course! That’s why you’ve gotta get better quickly. Then, you can join the Yorozuya and help me kick the Sadist’s butt!”

The two began to laugh. “Well,” Hongou began. “I don’t think I could go against Okita-san, but I’ll try my best!” Kagura stood up, taking a quick glance at the clock that hung up on the wall, and made a disappointed expression at Hongou. “Visiting hours are almost over,” she murmured. “I’d better get going. The next time I’m free, I’ll come and see you again, okay?” “Yeah, sure!”

After cheerfully waving at Hongou, Kagura stepped out of the hospital room and closed the door behind her. When he heard the door click back into place, Hongou reached beneath his pillow and pulled out his book, opening it again to reveal a familiar, grey hoodie string. It had continued fraying, and most of it was now a mess of thread. He grasped onto it carefully with both hands and closed his eyes. I’ll get better. Quickly. Then, with Okita-san and Kagura-chan, I’ll be able to get stronger, too.

As Kagura left Hongou’s room, she came face to face with Sougo who was coincidentally leaving Mitsuba’s room at the same time. Upon seeing Kagura, he froze. Confused as to why her brother had paused during his exit of her room, Okita Mitsuba spoke up. “What’s wrong, Sou-chan?” she called, startling Sougo into action. However, before he could cover his sister’s line of vision, she had caught sight of Kagura.

“Oh, who’s the cute girl?” she cooed, leaning to the right of her hospital bed to get a better look at Kagura. Without much of a choice, Sougo grabbed Kagura’s wrist and pulled the struggling girl into Mitsuba’s room, muffling her cries of protest against his shoulder. “An underclassman from Gintama High,” he said, sweetly. “She became friends with Hongou-kun, so that’s how I know her.” He beamed a smile of abnormal proportions at his sister, and Kagura could only look on in shock and a little bit of disgust.

“Sadist, what the hell?” she asked, unbelieving of the sight before her eyes. “’Sadist’…?” repeated Mitsuba, her head tilted in confusion. Upon his sister’s questioning gaze, Sougo tightened his grip on Kagura’s wrist. “Ah, she’s a foreigner so a couple of words she isn’t too sure about,” Sougo quickly covered. “You meant ‘senpai’, right?” Kagura gave him a strange look, tugging her hand from his grip to no apparent avail. “Ah? What are you-?” But, before she could finish, Sougo shot her the scariest and most evil side-eye she had ever experienced. A little shaken, Kagura stopped tugging her left arm away and turned back to Mitsuba. “O-oh, yeah!” she squeaked out enthusiastically. “Okita-senpai, right!”

Mitsuba gave Kagura a gentle smile. “Ah, well it is nice to meet you,” she chuckled. “My name is Okita Mitsuba, and I’m Sou-chan’s older sister. And you would be…?” “Oh,” Kagura stood up a little straighter. “Sakata Kagura – nice ta meetcha.” A quick elbow to the side from Sougo, and Kagura quickly spoke again. “I mean, pleased to make your acquaintance.” “Yes, it’s nice to meet you too, Sakata Kagura-chan,” Mitsuba stated.

Hm? Mitsuba blinked in surprise. “Eh?” she spoke. “Wait, ‘Sakata’?” At the sound of her father’s surname, Kagura began to panic. She had completely forgotten that the kind, gentle-looking Okita Mitsuba was a member of the Shinsengumi. Unsure as to how she should act – whether or not she should put up a pretence of hatred against this frail-looking woman – Kagura shied away from Mitsuba’s bed and towards the door. The only thing stopping her from leaving was Sougo’s hand, still wrapped firmly around her wrist.

Instead, Kagura could only fidget with the hem of her hoodie, awaiting the lashing that she would expect from any other member of the Shinsengumi. “Oh, how cute!” Mitsuba exclaimed, placing her palms against her cheeks in excitement. “Are the Yorozuya and Shinsengumi making friends, now?” Kagura looked up in confusion. Friends? “Um, not really?” she hesitantly stated. “There are still fights, like, every week or so.” Mitsuba’s expression dropped, her eyes showing pure disappointment. “Oh… I see.”

Menacingly, Sougo pulled on Kagura’s arm. She swallowed in response. “But, well, I mean – there aren’t as many fights as there used to be, and-” Kagura finally managed to yank her arm free from Sougo’s grip and promptly smacked him on the back as hard as she could under the pretence of being amiable. “-we’ve at least got a good classmate relationship going!” Kagura shot Mitsuba a wonky grin, trying to make a show of good will, as Sougo glared at her from the corner of his eye.

“Oh! Is that so?” Mitsuba’s face lit up. “Then, if you two get married, will the two groups end up merging together?” Kagura and Sougo stiffened. As quickly as he could manage, Sougo wracked his brain to say something to allow them to escape. “Uh, sis’?” he stuttered. “I think visiting hours are about to end, so I’ll escort her out now, okay? I’ll see you next time I’m free.”

Awkwardly, Sougo quickly bowed to his sister and turned to leave. Kagura also bobbed her head a little in respect, and followed Sougo out of the hospital room. Inside, Mitsuba giggled. It’s so fun to mess with him. Then, she sighed. Though I really do wish that Toshiro-san and the Yorozuya boss would stop all this fighting. I get the thrill factor, but it isn’t a good way to be relieving their stress.

Stepping out of the hospital with Sougo, Kagura squinted at the red-orange glow of the sunset. She opened her mouth to speak, but was immediately hushed by Sougo’s glare in her direction. “Don’t tell anyone about what you saw in the hospital,” he growled, standing close to Kagura so that he was able to take full advantage of their height difference to look down at her. “Hah?” came Kagura’s guttural reply. “And why should I listen to what it is that you have to say? I’m Yorozuya, remember?” Sougo scoffed. “Listen,” he began. “My sister is terminal, okay? At least have her privacy and peace, before…” Kagura hesitated at his words, shrinking away at his intimidating figure looming over her. “And I don’t want your pity, either,” he sighed. “Just stay out of our way and everything will be fine.”

Kagura said nothing, her mind flickering back to her own parents who were no longer on this Earth, and her heart went out to Sougo for a short moment. However, as soon as the feeling came, she forced it away again. I can’t be growing soft on these Shinsengumi dogs. His sister is another matter – just because I’m being mindful of her does not mean I will cut him any slack. Without another word, Kagura turned from Sougo and began her trek home to her apartment.

Though he was a little surprised at Kagura’s lack of response, Sougo paid it no mind. He also began to walk back to the apartment that he shared with Hijikata when a nurse rushed out to the hospital entranceway, almost crashing into him. “Sir, it’s an emergency!” she exclaimed. “Please head over to the emergency room, right now.” Sougo’s face paled, his brain failing to function as the nurse began to explain the situation to him. Slowly and mechanically, his body started to move into action and he allowed his muscles to take him to the emergency room. Only a single thought raced through his mind.

Sis…?

Author’s Note

Um, I’m sorry if you don’t know what I mean by ‘floordrobe’ and ‘chairdrobe’ and ‘bedrobe’. Like, a wardrobe. But you chuck your clothes on the floor or on that one chair in your room. Sometimes on the half of your bed that you don’t sleep in. Come on, it can’t just be me.

Once again, this chapter might be a little longer than usual. It’s because I had planned for this one to be two separate chapters, but I thought it might be better for them to be together.

#fanfic #gintama #okikagu #okita sougo #kagura #here's another one for ya

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easytravelpw-blog · 5 years

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Best Patisseries (Pastry Shops) in Paris

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Seeking Delicious Croissants or Eclairs? Head to These Purveyors

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If there’s one thing the French do exceptionally well, it’s pastries (patisseries), and Paris harbors some of the most talented pastry chefs in the country. Whether it’s a chocolate éclair, lemon tart, macaron, or simple buttery croissant you crave, these delicious and often beautiful concoctions will satisfy even the most discerning sweet tooth. Take note: If it's bread you're after, consult our guide to the best Paris bakeries. It's a bit of a truism that the best patissiers (pastry makers) are not necessarily the most exceptional bread bakers, and vice versa, but, well, it tends to also be true (with a few notable exceptions)!

Also make sure to consult our mouth-watering guide on identifying and ordering typical French bakery and patisserie items– and avoid being overwhelmed by the delicious panoply of items in the display cases.

SEE NEXT: Top Spots for Croissants, Pain au Chocolat & Other Viennoiseries

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Top Spots for Croissants, Pain au Chocolat & Other Viennoiseries

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The croissant is the quintessential French pastry, and finding the best one is no easy feat. Luckily, the Concours du Meilleur Croissant au Beurre AOC Charantes-Poitou makes it easy, with an annual competition electing the best butter croissant of the year.

The 2015 winner for the Paris region was Benjamin Turquier, a baker who makes mouth-watering pastries and viennoiseries at his two locations in Paris' centrally located 3rd arrondissement. He was given top ranking for his all-butter croissant last year, but many of his other creations, from pain au chocolat to pain au raisin, are also reputed to be outstanding.

Benjamin Turquier 134 rue de Turenne & 59 rue de Saintonge, (both 3rd arrondissement) Metro: République, (lines 3, 5, 8, 9 et 11) or Filles du Calvaire (line 8)

More top-notch croissants and pastries

If you’re looking for excellent croissant, pain au chocolat, or apricot tart closer to the area where you'll be staying in the French capital, you’re in luck – many of the croissants and other pastries given top accolades in national competitions are made at Parisian patisseries. Here are a few that we especially recommend:

Le Grenier à Pain des Abbessess 38 Rue des Abbesses, 18th arrondissement Metro: Abbesses, Blanche or Pigalle Hours: Every day except Tuesdays and Wednesdays: 7:30am-8pm Tel: +33 (0)1 46 06 41 81 Visit the official website for more store locations

This bakery’s stunning, intricately decorated cakes are a must, and while you’re there, make sure you also pick up a baguette – head baker Djibril Bodian won the award for best baguette in 2010, breaking that aforementioned rule.

Read related: Best Bakeries (Boulangeries) in Paris

Laurent Duchêne 2 rue Wurtz, 13th arrondissement; 238 rue de la Convention, 15th arrondissement Metro: (first location: Corvisart or Glaciere; second location: Convention

This prized baker won the best croissant prize for the Paris region in 2013, and is also coveted for his world-class chocolate eclairs, pain au chocolats, and cakes of diverse varieties. An all-around favorite, his two bakeries are well worth the trip down to the somewhat remote 13th and 15th arrondissements.

134 Rdt 134 rue de Turenne, 3rd arrondissement Metro: République Hours: Monday to Friday 7:30am-8:30pm, Saturday 7am-2pm Tel: +33 (0)1 42 78 04 72

Falling into the top 10 in many yearly rankings of the city's best patisseries, the oddly-named 134 RdT is anything but obscure. Besides coming in second for its croissants, it won second place for its baguette in 2009. It's located on Rue de Turenne not far from Benjamin Turquier's shop– making a comparative taste-test a real (and recommended) possibility for an entertaining gourmet morning or afternoon.

Boulangerie Thomann 8 Boulevard de la Liberté, Les Lilas Metro: Mairie des Lilas (Line 11) Tel: +33 (0)1 48 97 84 06

Winner of the 2009 slot for top croissant in Paris, this humble bakery just north of Paris' city limits in the town of Lilas remains one of the very best for a buttery, crescent-shaped delight. Considering that its other pastries, viennoiseries and cakes are also delicious, it's well worth the slightly long metro ride.

Boulangerie L’Essentiel Mouffetard 2 rue Mouffetard, 5th arrondissement Metro: Place Monge or Cardinal Lemoine Hours: Tuesday to Sunday 8am-9:30pm Tel: +33 (0)1 56 81 86 64

The award-winning Boulangerie L’Essentiel Mouffetard is always worth a visit during a tour of the Latin Quarter. After you’ve picked up your flaky croissants, admire (and fill up on) the chocolate éclairs, layered cakes and other goodies spectacularly presented in glass cases.

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For Mouth-Watering Macarons & Traditional French Cakes

Courtesy of Jean-Paul Hevin.

If you're craving a macaron— a French-style pastry that's gained enormous popularity in recent years, check out our guide to the best macarons in Paris, including Ladureé and Pierre Hermé. These highly prized Parisian patissiers also make an exceptional range of cakes, tarts and other traditional sweet delicacies, all made with top-notch ingredients.

On the cakes front, Jean-Paul Hevin (one of the city's finest chocolate makers) also peddles some of the capital's most delicious cakes, and the upstairs tearoom is a perfect spot for a sweet-toothed break. He also concocts some amazing macarons (pictured above), with the chocolate varieties especially standing out.

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For Cakes & Pastries From Around the World

Courtesy of La Bague de Kenza

In addition to housing countless award-winning patisseries offeringup traditionally French-style baked goods, the capital is also home to some excellent bakers with expertise in cakes and pastry from other cultural traditions. These are our favorites.

La Bague de Kenza If you’ve grown tired of traditional French pastries (while unlikely, this can happen), stop by this patisserie specializing in Algerian confectionary delights. Dozens of beautiful platters line the shop's tables, piled high with pastries made primarily with nuts, dates, figs, honey, or pistachio. Flavored with rose water, orange blossom, vanilla and other delicious essences, these palm-sized cakes are good enough to order by the handful. Simply point at the ones that look appealing if you don’t know the names – you’ll surely be happy with any choice you make.

Address: 106, Rue Saint-Maur, 11th arrondissement Metro: Rue Saint-Maur or Parmentier Hours: Monday to Sunday : 9:00-10:00, Friday : 13h30 – 21h (2:30-9pm in the summer) Tel: +33 (0)1 43 14 93 15 See the official website for more store locations.

Patisserie Sadaharu AOKI: Japanese Specialties With training in Japan as well as France, Sadaharu Aoki creates pastries that combine traditional French design and a Japanese eye for detail and simplicity. Aoki says that when he sees customers enjoying his pastries, he thinks, “Good, but I can do even better!” This search for greatness comes through in Aoki’s exquisite creations, where macha green tea, wasabi and black sesame turn ordinary cakes and puff pastries into a wondrous treat for your taste buds. You’ll also find classic French pastries here, like the much-recommended salted caramel tart.

Address: 35 rue de Vaugirard, 6th arrondissement Metro: Rennes, Saint-Placide or Notre-Dame-des-Champs Hours: Tuesday-Saturday 9am-7pm, Sunday 10am-6pm Tel: + 33 (0)1 45 44 48 90 See the official website for more store locations.

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Gourmet Shops & Markets to Peruse for Fantastic Patisseries

Courtesy of L'eclair de Genie

In addition to the traditional independent patisseries that (thankfully) still take up most of the market for excellent pastry in Paris, you can also find some excellent examples in gourmet food shops around the city.

Some of the best pastries and cakes–including varieties from around the world– can be found in dedicated stands and corners at gourmet food shops and markets such as Lafayette Gourmet and the Grande Epicerie at the Bon Marche Department Store. A warning, though: you should never come for a shopping spree at one of these gourmet markets on an empty stomach!

L'Eclair de Genie (pictured above) opened a corner shop in 2012 at Lafayette Gourmet and has made a reputation for itself as one of the city's foremost purveyors of gourmet eclairs, with innovative recipes and versions you won't find anywhere else. They also specialize in other chocolate-based treats.

The brainchild of pastry chef Christophe Adam, the eclair shop also has standalone locations around Paris, so if you're a fan of the delicate, elongated puff pastry filled with pastry cream or ganache and topped with delicate icing, make sure to beeline for one of Adam's shops.

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