Genre: Humour/Drama

Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama or any of the characters.

Time Reversal Arc

"So you're finally back from your business trip, huh?" Otose inquired, taking a puff from her cigarette. "I hope that you will be able to pay the rental fees this week-"

She blinked. There was nobody in sight.

"Oi!" she shouted. "Listen to me when I'm talking!"

On the second floor, the Yorozuya Gin-chan found themselves panting breathlessly.

"Rental fees?" Gintoki spluttered. "To hell with that! If I don't repay the hospital fees fast, that female monster will be after my throat soon!"

"We will have to take on all kinds of jobs, Gin-chan!" Kagura nodded her head knowingly. "There's no other way, uh-huh."

"How many odd jobs do we have to work through, Kagura-chan?" Shinpachi demanded, panting heavily. "The hospital fees are through the roof!"

"We might have to sell some of our stuff, then…" Gintoki muttered.

Shinpachi gazed around his surroundings.

"What should we sell, Gin-san?" he inquired. "What will fetch a high price-"

The other two were staring at him pointedly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Shinpachi shouted. "Don't tell me-"

They nodded.

"We will have to sell you off, Patsuan," Gintoki said, picking his nose. "There's no other choice."

"Uh-huh," Kagura agreed, picking her own nose. "We have got to sell the deadweight, yup."

"Oi! I can't believe that you guys are saying such stuff-"

There was a knock on the door.

"It's that female monster!" Gintoki exclaimed quietly. "Hide, Kagura-chan!"

They crept into the shelter of Gintoki's room.

"Really?" Shinpachi arched an eyebrow. "Really?"

The knocks did not cease. In fact, they seemed to be increasing in volume.

"Yes, yes," Shinpachi called. "Don't knock so loud. The door is made out of cheap materials!"

He opened the door.

"Yes?" he asked. "How may I help you-"

Shinpachi's mouth went gaping open.

"Are you the Yorozuya Gin-chan? I have a favour to ask," a female voice sounded.

The bespectacled teenager gulped. Pushing his glasses firmly into place, he opened his mouth tentatively.

"May I ask for your name?" he asked throatily.

The female inclined her head slightly.

"My name is Shiriaru Hekoki, and I will like to ask for-"

The door closed with a bang.

"Sorry, we are closed for today!" a shout came from the apartment. "Please come back later- next month- next year!"

The female stared at the door uncertainly.

"Was it my name?" she wondered aloud. "Did my name scare them off? After all, it means Fierce Witch in Transylvanian…"

"Hey, old man," a golden-haired automaton called. "Where do I place this stack of junk?"

The old inventor felt a vein throbbing at his throat.

"That's not a stack of junk, you piece of junk!" Gengai blustered.

Sakata Kintoki snorted, his shirt grimy with dirt.

"No matter how I see it," he said plaintively. "It's all a pile of junk, old man."

"Yeah?" Gengai said, fixing some wires in a metal box. "I fixed you up from that pile of junk."

"Oh yeah… I forgot…" Kintoki muttered as he shifted boxes of materials to one side.

There was a periodic pause.

"How is your protagonist plan coming along?" Gengai asked nonchalantly. "Gonna kill that useless samurai anytime soon?"

"Maybe, maybe not," Kintoki replied casually. "I still can't come to grips with my emotions yet, after all."

He cracked into a grin.

"Guess I will just have to work in this junkyard for a while more," the golden-haired automaton shrugged.

The old inventor allowed himself a secret smile.

"That's fine by me. An extra pair of hands in this junkyard is always welcome."

"Oi, you just said junkyard, didn't you? You just admitted it yourself!"

"No, I didn't. I said jukebox."

"They don't even sound the same, old man!"

A/N: Hai guys. This is the conclusion to the Time Reversal Arc. Honestly hoped you guys liked the entire story ;) Anyways, cheers and until the next time, guys!