Gintoki: I can't believe we'll be on the big screen now. I just hope it doesn't be one of those gag episodes we usually play on the audience. It's a pain in the ass to respond all those hate mail.

Author: Yeah, but what can you do? I mean, that's what you guys are famous for. The usual fans will understand, but the newcomers might feel like they got ripped off.

Gintoki: Don't worry, we made sure the movie will be awesome. You know how Shōnen Jump movies are these days.

Author: That's true. (Notices the readers.) Oh snap, forgot there were people here. Uh, you want to do to the disclaimer?

Gintoki: What? Are you crazy, woman? (Is handed ¥1,000,000) Okay, this is narutobleachfan101's Disclaimer: "I do not own the series, Gintama, for it's Sorachi-sensei's wonderful idea."

Author: Wanna go for some sake?

Gintoki: Sure, but you're buying. (Walks out.)

Author: (Walks back in.) By the way, this is a yaoi fic. Enjoy!

"Let's see, I fixed the old lady's roof," the wavy-haired samurai said, walking down the streets of Edo. "All that's left is to get some strawberry milk." Heading to the store and strolling through the refrigerated aisles, he found out they ran out of it. Thanks to that, he went a crazy spaz attack.

"I never seen you so crazy for a carton of strawberry milk," a voice spoke into Gin's ear, making the freelancer stop all movement at once.

"What are you doing here, Takasugi?" Sakata really didn't want to deal with this person right now, especially when he was running low on his sugar needs.

"I'm just stopping by, and I heard a festival will be going on here soon," Takasugi answered cooly, holding a pipe close to his face. That was true, considering there was birthday celebration for the shogun coming up soon, and Kami-sama knows what this terrorist will do then.

"Why warn me, knowing I might sabotage your plan?"

"Because I want to see you squirm, now that knowledge is stuck in your head."

"You--" When he finally turned his head, Gintoki didn't find the ronin there. "Where did the guy go?" Scratching his silver hair, he shrugged and remembered that he needed to buy some strawberry milk. "Dammit!"

"Why are we having a private meeting, Hijikata-san? Shouldn't everyone know this important news as well?" Okita asked bluntly.

"Nah, they're just going to ignore us," Hijikata responded, taking a puff of his cancer stick. "Besides, it's concerning a certain terrorist." Sliding something towards his two fellow workers, removing his hand revealed a photograph of Takasugi and his fellow companions. "We've been receiving news that he and his company were spotted near the outskirts of the city."

Sougo took a good, long look before saying, "So?"

Hijikata pulled out his sword, ready to slice the sadist in half. "'So' my ass!" Unfortunately, he was held back by Kondo.

"Toushi! We don't need anymore violence today! You already sent ten of our associates to the hospital earlier!"

"Shut it! I don't want to deal with this man's crap anymore!" Meanwhile, Sougo laid on his side, smirking to no end at his vice commander's anger. "I'll wipe that smirk off your face!"

"Shinsuke-sama, are you sure about this plan? I'm weary of the extra player in this game," Bansai advised Takasugi. They stood in the full moon's light, standing on the patio of their hideout, which had a great view of nighttime Edo.

Takasugi, not looking into the musician's eyes, took another sip of his sake. Glancing into the cup, he said, "It will. For now, let them enjoy this false peace."