Gintoki’s eyes fluttered open as people started to gather around him, disturbing his nap. Rolling his shoulders, he shook his drowsiness away as the world came into focus.
“Huh? What’s this? A festival? There’s a festival happening? That must be it,” he muttered to himself as he looked at…
Sachan had been feeling pretty lonely these past few days. Without any assassination jobs or Gin-san to stalk — er, gather information on so she could be even more compatible with him, she wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself. On a whim, she’d decided to continue exploring this new world — after all, ninjas were supposed to have a full understanding of their surroundings, and it wouldn’t hurt to make allies, right? So she headed someplace with the most commotion. The ninja hadn’t even gone too deeply into her investigation yet when she heard a voice that was all too familiar her.
Nonchalant, prideful, probably spewing something obscene. And of course, that underlying sadism she simply adored…
Could it be? Could it really be —
“GIIIIIIINNNN-SAAAAANNNNNN!!!!!!” At the sight of him, Sachan was filled with a kaleidoscope of emotions — her heartbeat quickened and she began blushing uncontrollably — hell, you could almost see the shoujo sparkles in the air. Tears of pure joy streaked down her cheeks as she raced towards her wonderful perm-headed samurai and leapt right into his arms, clinging onto him for dear life. “I knew you would come! I knew you wouldn’t leave your beloved wife alone here!”
“Ah, you’re just hopeless without me, aren’t you, darling?” She gazed up at him dreamily. “I… I’ve been thinking of only you this entire time!” From seemingly out of nowhere, she suddenly pulled something out from behind her back and held it up like a trophy. “I made this just for you, Gin-san! A natto parfait, with extra strawberries just the way you like it! Say ahh~”
Yeah, that was her stomach again.
Amaterasu whimpered, slightly annoyed at her growling stomach. She has not filled her Astral Pouch in a while. That pouch was the one thing that kept her from losing her physical form. Filling it with tasty treats was the best part about having it, though. Yet Amaterasu wished for one thing. Mrs. Orange’s cherrycakes that she would always bake for the white wolf every night. They were very tasty and how the nice old woman would put it, “mouth-watering good”. Amaterasu could not put it any other way.
Darn… Amaterasu needed to brush off the hunger problem. Yet her nose picked up something that smelled very good. She decided to follow the scent, despite the fact that was trying to figure out the Village of Strength.
Sachan strolled through Polis, observing her new surroundings intently as any ninja would. The only thing that made her forget her confusion of landing herself in a completely different world was thinking about her wonderful Gin-san. The ninja was certain that he missed her even more than she did, that his passion for her burned hotter than a thousand suns and her beloved naturally-permed samurai was just being a tsundere when he’d rejected her countless times, especially considering how he’d asked for hardcore play in the middle of town, and —
Whoa. That never happened, okay?
Anyways, she was so busy thinking about her darling that she didn’t even notice when someone rounded the corner, and before she knew it, they’d collided and she was on the ground with natto strewn all around her, glasses lost in the fray as well.
“Ouch…” Sachan picked some of the sticky natto out of her hair and turned towards the newcomer. “Ah, my bad, I wasn’t really looking watching…” But then, she noticed the familiar looking silhouette standing next to her. Pointed ears and white fur, could it possibly be…?
“Sadaharu-kun!” Sachan’s face lit up at the sight of someone she recognized, and she ran up to tackle-hug who she thought was the Yorozuya’s mascot. She was horribly nearsighted and couldn’t even tell the difference between a giant puppy and a wolf without her glasses. If Sadaharu was here, she thought elatedly, that meant Gin-san couldn’t be too far off! “Where’s Gin-san, Sadaharu? Is he somewhere nearby?”
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
“This Gin-san doll, of course.”