Heya people! I decided to post this on here because it has been pestering me for quite some time now. I have always been curious on how Gintoki grew up, so I kept making my own ideas, and figured 'Hey, how about I bug other people with this story, instead of it eating at me all the time', very nice of me right? I'm starting to think I just trying to get out off working on my other story...heh : 3 oops...

Well, enough delaying! Here you go!

Gintoki and His Classmates

The sky was covered in clouds that looked like they were going to burst any minute now...it was as if nature itself was mourning the battle previously fought on it's long stretches of green grassland, but it had been a while since that could be called that. Right now this battlefield has been converted into an over-turned graveyard, with beaten and bloody bodies scattering the acres as far as the eye can see...

The air was moist, the area dimly lit from the minuscule amounts of sun that managed to peak through the saddened Heavens, while a boy stood watch. His eyes that had long since lost their innocence, surveyed the land of death with a meat filled bun clamped in his set jaw. Brows furrowed he sat on a nearby corpse, not paying mind to what exactly he sat on. He slowly unsheathed the blade at his side and stared long and hard at it, his wild white hair was tinged with blood, his face set in a grim frown, and the clothing torn, battered, and covered with red stains, from his blood or others, he hadn't known.

He heard a crunching sound in the distance, and turned his head sharply in the direction. After seeing the barely noticeable silhouette of a man, he lifted his sword off of his lap and swung it in front of him...

The white haired boy with burning red eyes clung to the back of a man of he didn't know. After all he had just threatened the man with his blade it was obvious he hadn't trusted him.

"I'm Shoyou," the tan haired man stated. "Your name is...?" he trailed off.

The boy glanced at him from his perch on the mans shoulders, and said nothing. 'Shoyou' rested his gaze calmly on the kid, waiting for an answer, but the only response he received was the blank stare of emotionless red eyes. He turned back to the path of corpses he was walking, and took a deep breath of not-at-all clean air. Resisting the urge to vomit, he coughed, wondering how the small boy was able to stand the smell, and even be able to eat in the pool of dead bodies. ' It's just sick...the air is filthy and all of these bodies...this kid lives on this death trap? It's unthinkable...but not impossible, this kid must be some kind of beast...'

The unwavering stare of the kid was still settled on Shoyou, beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable he took another quick look at the non-trusting eyes that have been aimed at him him. Shoyou sighed lightly, and continued to focus on finding a way back to the temple.

After another mile of short glances and hard stares, the boy slacked and hopped off of his carriers back.

Shoyou stopped walking for a moment to look at the child, who met his eyes, said, "It...was uncomfortable," then continued walking on the path, that broke of into the underbrush of the line of trees, the only life that the boy had seen in a while besides very lively crow and maggots. But not before quickly looking back to mutter, "I'm Gintoki..."

The pale mans face contorted into a temporary confused one, then back into a gentle smile directed at the boy. He then jogged lightly on the dusty path to catch up to Gintoki's fast pace.

"Shoyou-sensai! Your back!" a kid with black hair yelled, alerting the rest of the obnoxious class.

A chorus of shouts were heard afterwards, and the want along the lines of 'Shoyou!', 'Where were you?', 'Ah! You idiot get...off...of...ME!', they weren't quite sure who said that, but they all had a guess...

The boy beside Shoyou gasped slightly and looked at the class with wide red eyes. The man glanced down at Gintoki and pat his head, ruffling his hair. Smiling to himself, he walked to the front of the class and said,

"Sakamoto, off of Takasugi", loud laughter followed his statement, "Now then, I don't think you've noticed, but we have a new student joining us...Zura back off of him." The faint cry of 'It's not Zura it's Katsura!' was drowned out by the crowding students curious whispers. Gintoki not knowing how to react, bonked the closest kid to him, which happened to be Katsura, with the sheath of his sword. Katsura, after regaining his energy and position in front of the newbie, glared with envy and ire at him.

"Zura, I said ba-"

"Why does he get to have a sword! Two of 'em actually! Shoyou-sensai that is not fair!" Katsura whined loudly.

"We'll talk about it later but, for now...Everyone, this is Gintoki..."

Yup that's it fer now or ever, it depends really...if you want me to continue I shall try my best, if not this is where it stops, got it?

I've got a bit of this plotted out and if you really want something to happen (if I shall continue) in this story, tell me/messege me whatever the hell it is just feel free to tell me. And no if I continue I'm not going to make any yaoi with Gintoki...it just ruins his image, it's not worth it...So, please, just don't ask...

So strangers it would awesome if I got some feedback good or bad, just try not to injure my feelings...it not nice...*fake sniff* BYE!