Blog of Sara Jakša

The Rent, Otose, the Rent [Gintama Fanfiction]

It was late at night, and Otose was just getting ready to close the shop. It is unlikely that there are going to be other guests tonight.

She just wanted to get outside, to take the banner in, when the doors opened and a man stood there. He stopped when he saw her in front of her, but he did not sidestepped to get out of the way. She was unable to see his face, since the hat was obstructing it.

“We were just closing you know?” she said, as he sidestepped him. She expected him, to leave, but he did not follow her out. When she brought the banner in, he was sitting at the counter.

She could see his face now, as he put the hat down. He was turned to her, and she could see the bandages around his left eyes, and the short black hair. He was looking at her with intention, his other eye narrowed, like trying to figure something out.

Otose sighed. She went behind the counter. She could feel his eyes on her. “Can I offer you something to drink?”

“A green tea will do.” he said, as he finally looked away. He seems to have made is decision.

Otose prepared him a green tea, and she noticed how he closed his eyes, as he made the first sip.

He then put the cup back on the counter. “You have a new tenant upstairs.” he said.

“So?” Otose asked. She hoped that the her new tenant will not be bringing too much trouble.

“I am just surprised that a person whose husband died in a anti-foreign war would accept a war… hero, I guess.”

Otose now narrowed her eyes. For a person that had never before been here he knew an awful a lot about her and Gintoki.

“But I guess you are that kind of person.” He chuckled. “I am relieved.”

She crossed her hands in front of her. “What did you came here for?”

“How much will you charge him for rent?” he asked instead.

Otose still did not decide. She was quite content letting him get some sort of business first. “Haven’t decided yet.”

“I see.” the man said. “I am offering to pay ¾ of the average rent around here instead of Gintoki.” The man was expectantly looking at her, expecting answer.

“Quite an unusual preposition.” she said.

The man smiled, as he leaned back. “Than it is a deal. You will get a monthly transfer to your account.” he than took the cup again end finished it.

“Don’t you need my information for that?” she asked, but she already knew the answer. He did not need them.

The man stood up and put some money on the counter. “Thank you for a tea.” He then stood up to leave.

“Can I at least get your name?” Otose asked. She only looked at him from the side, as she took the cup to clean it.

He stooped on the doorway. He paused before saying: “Takasugi Shinsuke.” and left into the early morning.