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Haibara woke up to the clattering of pans coming from the kitchen, the smell of bacon filled her nose. She made a quick glance to the clock sitting by the side of her bed, it was 7 in the morning. She usually woke up earlier than that, but because of the field trip that day, she had decided to make breakfast a little later than she normally did.

She found it unusual for someone else to be cooking, professor Agasa let her do the cooking to "get some practice", so who could be the one cooking? The only other person in the house was... No. It couldn't be.

She hurriedly made her way towards the kitchen, she could hear someone quietly humming. It was a fast and cheery song, something that would definitely get stuck in your head... Was that the Doraemon song?

She wasn't much of the anime type, but the Detective Boys would often force her to watch some of their favorite T.V. shows with them whenever they came over. The closer she got to the kitchen, the louder it got. That was definitely that obnoxious Doraemon song the kids liked to sing along to. But who was singing it at 7 in the morning? The only person she could think of was...

She rounded the corner to encounter a teenager dumping a pan full of bacon next to a tower of pancakes. The teen lifted his face to meet with the small girl he has been living with for the past few days, "Yo, you finally up huh?"

"What are you doing?" She questioned the man as he lifted one of the three plates set in the counter.

"I've done breakfast, it contains plenty of nutrients that assist your growth Nobi-, I mean, Haibara-chan," The perm head answered in a hoarse voice while holding the pancakes with one hand. For a second, Haibara thought she saw a bright moving background.

"Do you have any idea how bad bacon is for you?" She questioned the man with an incredulous look on her face.

"No, and I don't want to know," Yup, she should have expected as much "Anyway, go wake up the old man, he needs to drive us to that stupid field trip."

The best part of a school field trip is when your parents forget to ask for the leftover souvenir money

Many things annoyed the shrunken scientist about the recent newcomer, how he would always avoid questioning, how he refused to listen to her about how dangerous it was for him to consume so much sugar, and how lazy he was. Especially how lazy he was.

But the thing that annoyed her to no end was how much she enjoyed his cooking. She would never admit it out loud but, that was one of the best breakfasts she has had in a while. How could such a careless being create such a magnificent meal? She just didn't get it.

She spared a glance at the gray-haired man walking beside her. Both had received instructions days before to find their classes at the event, but there were so many other schools present that it was hard to single out individual uniforms.

After staring at the stands like a near-sighted person trying to find their friends at a dimmed rock-and-roll concert, Gintoki finally spotted other teens using the same uniform he was, "Hey brat, can you find your friends on your own?" He asked while looking down at the brown-haired girl.

"Yeah, shouldn't be much of a problem," Moments after she muttered those words, a man in a nearby stand tried to get their attention.

"You guys want something? I got milkshakes, candy, anything a kid could want, chocolate," The vendor kept listing all sorts of sweets, making Gintoki's mouth start to water. He quickly glanced at the little girl next to him, knowing she would never approve of him getting a quick snack.

Maybe I could sneak around after she finds her friends. Yes, yes, seems like a good idea... Gintoki though in a serious manner.

His thoughts were interrupted after the shrunken scientist began to speak, "You can have one thing. Consider it thanks for breakfast."

Was his luck finally beginning to change? Could he really choose anything he wanted? No, he had to be careful what he chose, who knows when will be the next time he gets an opportunity like this.

After debating it for a long time he finally settled for a strawberry milkshake. It wasn't a strawberry parfait, but it would definitely do. When he turned around to look for the brat he realized that she was gone. Maybe she had found her friends and left.

He quickly made his way up the stands to where his class was seated, after looking around for a few seconds, he found that annoying KID fangirl. Seriously, what does she see in a symmetry obsessed freak? I mean, being the kid of the school principal is cool and all, but his character's kind of annoying. He should learn how to be more like that amazing Gintama protagonist.

He swiftly sat next to her and tried to break the silence while drinking his milkshake, "So... nice weather we're having."

She simply stared at him with a bored look on her face. Remember kids, fighting in a major war does not spare you from awkward conversations. Just as she was about to respond (a weak attempt at conversation, really) she spotted Ran below the stands. The lights had gone out a few seconds prior, signaling that the show was about to start.

"Ran! What took you so long? Come over here," The brunette girl ran up the stairs to meet with them both.

"Sorry," She sat next to her best friend while trying to catch her breath, "It was hard to wake my dad up, he drank too much last night," The other girl just hummed in response, how typical of that old man to drink himself silly.

"Anyway Sakata-kun, how has your first week at Teitan High been?" When she didn't get a response, Ran leaned forward to get a better look at the other teen. She noticed he was doubled over while clutching his stomach, "Sakta-kun, are you alright?"

A small man Ran had seen selling sweets by the entrance hurried to the stage with a microphone in hand and started to make an announcement, "I'm so sorry to inform all of you that the staff and I just noticed that the milk used to make some of the products spoiled a few days ago. If you'd like a refund, please just come see me. Thank you."

No, it couldn't be, Thought Ran as she began to see large sweat drops in Gintoki's face.

A taller, blond man walked up to the stage. He was dressed in a kendo uniform. Ran had seen him in the fliers promoting the event, he was a comedian that went by the name of Yamada Touma.

"Alright, with that let's get started. I thank everyone for coming here today. You guys may not know this but I actually practiced kendo in high school, it's true. So in order for you guys to understand how hard the art of kendo is, I would like to invite a member of the audience to a match against me," Ran didn't register much of what the man was saying since she was becoming increasingly worried about her struggling classmate.

Gintoki abruptly stood up, murmuring a low "I need to use the restroom" while clutching his stomach as if his life depended on it, and started to speed down the stairs. He got to the foot of the stairs before beams of lights focused on him and Mr. Yamada's voice rang throughout the gym, "Young man, where are you going? Why don't you join us?"

"But I really-" He began to say in a weak voice before suddenly, he started to be dragged by two staff members towards the stage. He tried his best to loosen their grip on him but he just. Really. Needed. To. Use. The. Restroom.

When the staff finally managed to get him on stage, they began to put a kendo uniform, similar to that of Mr, Yamada, over his school uniform. Were they really planning about to do this? "Listen, I just really need to use the restroom."

"Nah, I'm sure you'll be fine," The blond man wiped his mouth with a handkerchief before continuing, "Why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself young man? What's your name?"

"Uh, Sakata Gin- Hey, where do you think you're touching?" Gintoki didn't have time for this. He tried to walk off the stage only to be held back by the staff.

"Well, why don't you tell us about your hair? It brings a lot of attention, is that really your natural hair color or did you dye it?" Again, he wiped his mouth with his handkerchief. What was up with this guy?

"Had it since I was born," Every second that passed, Gintoki felt his dignity lower a bit more. Why was he being this guy's guinea pig? He narrowed his eyes and began to threaten the man, "If you don't let me go, I'll bankai your balls."

Laughs erupted from the audience, mainly form the seats in the back since that's where the older audience members were seated. The man took a step back and exclaimed in surprise, "Whoa, let's stay family-friendly, alright? I can't believe that's your natural hair color, do you have any proof?"

This guy was seriously pissing him off! Isn't it the golden rule of anime that the main character has something seriously weird going on with their hair? Just because he was jealous he didn't have to torture him like this... "If I show you irrefutable proof, I'll be arrested for indecent exposure."

The MC gave a hearty laugh before saying, "Ah Sakata-kun, you're a funny guy. But seriously, stay family-friendly."

The two staff members that had been readying Gintoki gave him a thumbs up before turning and leaving the stage, "Alright Gintoki, how about we make a deal? The second you beat me, you can leave to go to the restroom."

"So I just have to beat you one time? Alright," Gintoki advanced, ready to strike the man's side but was rapidly blocked. He took a step back before trying again, this time turning at the last second to get his hip at the other side. It was a success, the man that had been terrorizing him for what felt like an eternity in front of a crowd of hundreds fell on his back.

The whole crowd erupted in applause, the samurai savored his victory before turning to the fallen man and teased saying, "Sorry old man, just for the record, family-friendly isn't the Gintama style."

That's when he felt a terrible rumble in his stomach and decided that now was the perfect time to escape to the restroom.

Why is writing do hard? I'm pretty sure this is my longest chapter yet but bro, before I knew it I already had 600 words written down. Wth?

Thank you everyone for your continued support, I hope this isn't getting boring and that you read future chapters. Constructive criticism is always welcomed and I hope ya'll have a great day 3

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