1 Work by pickledpineapple
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And it happens like this:
Sakata Gintoki is twenty-something years old, and tired. He is weary and feels it right down to his bones. The last thing he sees before he closes his eyes is red. Cruel crimson eyes set in a mockingly familiar face, mouth stretched in a spitefully sweet smile.The last thing he hears is this; “I told you didn’t I? Gintoki. No matter what you do, or how many people you gather, your sword won’t ever reach me.” The last thing he feels is agonising pain in his torso and the taste of blood and tears on his tongue.
Sakata Gintoki is twenty-something years old and tired. He is weary, feeling it right down to his bones. The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is grey. Warm grey eyes displaying concern. The first thing he hears is a hauntingly familiar voice, soft with worry; “Gintoki, are you alright?” His first thought is; 'What the F-?'
Sakata Gintoki is twenty-something years old and tired, in a body far too small for his soul.
Or where Utsuro won, everyone died, the earth was destroyed and Gintoki lives amongst ghosts with nostalgic faces.