[My fic is being censored bros. There are fics with 2 chapters just being published and are already in the popular rankings while mine still nothing even after three weeks, not even in 200th place. Pls help with stones cuz that's the only way for people to know about my fic it seems.]
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In a Japanese dining room, three individuals are gathered around a small table. Upon the table, a feast of colors and textures sprawled across the surface, a masterpiece. Solely made meticulously for one man by a good wife every sensible man wishes to have.
A miso-glazed salmon, delicately seared to reveal a golden-brown crust that glistens. A generous layer of miso glaze coats the surface, its deep umami notes, and noodles on its right.
All these for whom?
BAM BAM BAM BAM!
"Food food food food food fooo foooo!"
A man-child that's hitting the table and screaming for food.
"Can you tone down the volum–"
"FOOOOOOOD!!"
"Please, respectable senior father of the guan guan sect, can yo–" Garou couldn't finish because of all that spit starting to fly at his face.
"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFooohohooooo!"
"..."
"..."
"Eat shit–"
Pow!!
Garou got punched immediately as Gintoki made Garou's other eye go purple.
"FOOD FOOD FOOD that's what you get lil shit, watch your mouth FOOD FOOD FOOD!!" Gintoki continued his screaming for food even though food was already in front of him.
Garou looked... haggard. Bruises all over his face, clothes hanging by a thread, and dust all over his body. Quite surprising his mom hasn't kicked him into the bathroom before he even stepped back into the house, yet.
"Food food food foo–"
"Waiting for your wife to arrive huh?" Garou asked with an ugly smirk.
"..." Surprisingly, Gintoki suddenly went quiet and stared at Garou's swollen eyes that were barely visible.
"Are you that desperate?" Garou continued.
"..."
"Food, food... and food, do you actually mean food? Food is right here in front of you. Why don't you dig in?" Garou interrogated h8s dad who had shadows hiding his face.
"..."
"Or maybe food is a metaphor for something more than just nourishment for stomach. Something I don't still get."
"..."
"Well, there are two great hungers in life. The hunger for food, and the hunger for... touch. And they are not as different as you might think. One keeps you alive for today, and the other keeps the species alive for tomorrow."
"..."
"The deepest secret of a meal is this... you are witnessing the universe become aware of itself. The atoms in that bread have been floating around since the beginning of tiiime. Now, they are inside you, helping you think, helping you... love."
"..."
"So tell me ohhh Tired One! Who or what hurt you?" Garou asked with genuine concern for a man who came back from war.
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"I don't wanna talk about it," Gintoki muttered but Garou could still hear him.
"Come on man, you clearly are in need of help. Look at you, sad eyes, sad face, tears glistening in those beautiful and cute eyes of yours..." He persuaded and Gintoki already shed a tear with his hands covering his mouth.
"..."
Gintoki was still silent.
"Come on man, you can do it,"
"..."
"Come on dad, tell me."
"..."
"Chop chop dad, I know you are brave come on!"
"..."
"Dadd...y,"
Gintoki flinched after he heard the last word. He felt touched, but not in a good way though. And Garou immediately noticed, which made him give a devilish smile.
"Hoooooo, so that's how it is."
"Shut up! That's NOT how it is you freak!" Gintoki shouted in defense immediately.
"Hoooooo, that's NOT how it is in what way? You also uttered the word 'freak' is it safe to assume what I want to assume as a conclusion to my deductions? Hmm?" Garou interrogated with his hands intertwined in front of his bruised and ugly face, which created a menacing image.
"Baseless assumptions! Now shut the hell up Zombie!" Gintoki shouted as he pointed at Garou.
'I think it's safe to assume that he was... chased. Chased by the They/Them crowd as said back when we fought, but I can't prove it,' Garou thought as he looked at the agitated Gintoki.
"Hoooooo–"
"Hoooooo my ass! I said stop assuming things Zombie!" Gintoki screamed with sweat running down his face but Garou wasn't fazed.
"Hoe... your ass? Ulala, what a great hoe you are then. So it's safe to assume that you and maybe some other people were chased?" Garou rhetorically said.
"..."
"A hoooooo indeed. So, that's really how it is since you are quiet. You have encountered Them, right? Them as in Murder hobo... Rapist Gays!" Garou raised his voice a little higher at the end with his smile widening.
Gintoki gritted his teeth as he started having flashbacks.
"Mhehe, easy there, don't worry I won't judge. If you need therapy then just say it, I am always ready to help you out in your... struggles,"
"Sighhhhhhhhhhhh, that's not how it went and nothing serious... popped." Finally, Gintoki resigned and looked down at the steaming meal in front of him with shadows hiding his tired eyes.
He was really sick of it all. He was tired. Very VERY tired. He just wanted to peacefully lay down just like he usually does and chill without worrying about his ass getting chased by psychos.
He was ready to retire.
"So, talk about the genocide you guys committed, how did it go? Who won the competition?" Garou relaxed and lazily asked which made Gintoki's eye twitch.
"Bad, barely kept ourselves alive. So many people died, so many that can't be counted, passing the 22 millions. Cities fell, civilizations burned to the ground, villages became ash, friends lost. The whooole world was at a constant state of war and it's barely stable right now..." Gintoki counted the atrocities, which made Garou frown.
Gintoki couldn't even bring himself to think about the 1% of what he witnessed and caused.
Entire families huddled in thatched homes were incinerated alive by stray Katon fireballs that roared through streets everywhere, skin bubbling and sloughing off in sheets as parents clawed at doors while their children's small bodies fused literally to the melting floorboards.
Farmers on fields were crushed beneath the colossal feet of rampaging summons or buried under collapsing buildings, ribs snapping like dry twigs and lungs punctured so that they drowned in their own blood, eyes wide with terror as cattle and carts were flattened alongside them into pulp.
Young mothers fleeing with infants strapped to their backs were trampled under the boots of retreating shinobi and soldiers or caught in the shockwaves of exploding tags, bodies hurled against stone walls where skulls cracked open like eggs, brains spilling across the earth while the babies they shielded were dashed against rocks, tiny limbs twisted at unnatural angles and soft cries silenced forever.
Merchant caravans were overturned and burned, owners forced to watch their stuff looted before precise blade strokes opened their throats in fountains of crimson, heads tumbling into the road as blood pooled and mixed with spilled grain and the emptied bowels of the dying.
Bands of desperate survivors who crawled into cellars or behind broken walls were later dragged out by victorious shinobi or anyone fighting. The adult women, men, and children stripped and subjected to brutal gang rapes in the open streets, their bodies violated repeatedly amid the rubble while comrades held them down, screams mixed with the wet sounds of flesh and the laughter of the attackers until they were left broken and bleeding in the dirt to their deaths.
Konoha, Iwa, Kumo, Kiri...etc, everyone committed such acts... EVERYONE! Repeatedly, again and again and... again.
The sheer insanity of it!
Have you ever seen your own friend rip out hearts of victims and start eating it with a crazed deranged smile?
Have you ever seen a man castrated and raped by everyone you knew even when the body was turned to a cold corpse?
Have you ever seen a woman's stomach gutted out and see a curled infant still attached to the mother's umbilical cord and then... and then... thenn... thennn!!... THENNN!!!
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"Tobirama-sensei also died. News may have reached you already." Gintoki added with a heavy and genuinely sad tone. Trying really hard to mask his haywire emotions.
step step step
My mom came in holding a bowl of soup Gintoki really liked and she sat down with us as she listened to our conversation after we said Itadakimasu and started to eat.
"Hiruzen Sarutobi, right? How come he was chosen to be the Hokage?" Garou asked even though he knew but he didn't trust the canon events to be the same after he came here.
"He was decisive and chose to sacrifice himself for our group when we were retreating and chased by Kinkaku and Ginkaku. Tobirama-sensei saw something in him probably and chose him as the Hokage after he ordered us to get back to the village." Gintoki said while he ate.
"Hiruzen always had that kind of heroic air about him. Been some time since I haven't seen him and the others." Ayaka suddenly said with a nostalgic smile.
'Hiruzen and heroic in the same sentence.' Garou thought with amusement.
"Did you protest? I mean, you don't want to be the Hokage?" Garou asked his dad who looked at him with a deadpan.
He pointed at himself and gestured for Garou as if saying 'Are you serious?'
"Well I mean, every single ninja seems to be obsessed with that shit honestly, so I was curious if you secretly were into becoming a Hokage even though I know that you ain't... competent," Garou said with a smirk.
"Be polite cupcake, your dad just got back from war you know." Ayaka suddenly gave a light glare.
"Yeah listen to your mom. Respect your elders Zombie. Though, no, never, not at all. My only dream is to chillax and..." Gintoki paused at the end and eyed Ayaka who started to blush much to Garou's disgust.
"And let's not forget how I missed my chance to become a Hokage because of you Zombie!" Gintoki suddenly accused.
"What did I do?" Garou asked with confusion.
"What did you do?! You told some bullcrap about choosing family over the village and because of that I hesitated for a second to look like a goody two shoes in front of my Sensei which cost me the Hokage seat!" Gintoki said with gritted teeth which made Garou to smirk victoriously.
"Well, I knew this would happen and since I knew how incompetent you are, my love for the village and will of flames or whatever it is didn't let me sit and just watch you become a Hokage." Garou said.
"It's will of fire dumbass! And talking about competence... thanks for that Taijutsu technique Zombie, good stuff ain't gonna lie." Gintoki said with a mocking tone that made Garou's mood sour.
"Do you have a Sharingan or something? How could you copy my martial arts just like that?" Garou asked with a frown.
This was serious. If his martial arts could be copied just like that then he was in a serious disadvantage.
Imagine Madara Uchiha getting his hands on Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist. A total disaster he couldn't afford to have.
He needed to come up with a solution fast. Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist is the foundation to create many absurd martial arts that could potentially make anyone overpowered.
"Look at your body. Who do you think you inherited that from?" Gintoki said with a smirk.
"That doesn't explain anything," Garou retorted. He knew what kind of body he has, and he inherited that from Gintoki? Never, because it doesn't make sense.
But Garou wasn't sure to be honest.
"It does though. How do you think you got your comprehension abilities to copy any moves someone does after clear observation?" Gintoki said with a raised eyebrow as he looked at Garou's slightly surprised expression.
"..."
Garou wanted to say the Essence gave him that but kept quiet. Maybe it was the universe or that god sending him here tried to accommodate his existence in the best logical way possible.
"Come on Zombie, you are underestimating me and your mom too much. We are Elites, our sense of the world is beyond your imagination. You thought we couldn't see how you were so different, talented, and weirdly mature beyond common sense?" Gintoki said boredly.
"Cupcake, if we haven't checked many times and even bring a Yamanaka to look at your brain, we would have thought you were an adult who took over our child's body!" Ayaka suddenly said and it immediately sent alarms through Garou's whole body.
'What the fuck!!' Garou thought in shock.
"You WHAT?! Are you guys insane!!"
"Calm down Zomb, we didn't find anything unusual anyways. You were as pure as a baby," Gintoki said with a gentle smile.
"Well because I was a fucking baby you jackas–"
Smack!
"Language cupcake." Ayaka reprimanded as he smacked the back of Garou's head.
'It seems I have immunity to mind raping and professor Xavier type of crap if they couldn't find anything even with Yamanaka mind reading jutsus.' Garou thought in relief.
"But that doesn't take away from the crap you guys did! Mind raping a literal child?! And without even me knowing!"
"In our defense, you were so freaky not gonna lie." Gintoki said with a shrug.
"What does that supposed to mean you mad shit?!"
"Let's end this topic cupcake. Since everything turned out good then it's okay. By the way, where is Sakumo? I haven't seen him in ages!" Mom diverted the topic.
'Turned out good my ass! I was a fart away from becoming a vegetable without me knowing you sick bastards!' Garou thought as he grumbled inwardly.
'This is evidence of why every ninja is sick in the head. What if I were a normal child with no cheats to help me out with your sick experiment?!' He thought.
"That kid? I don't know. He got admitted into Anbu years ago and haven't heard about him since. Will have to ask Hiruzen later and see what happened to him. Probably dead." Gintoki said with a shrug.
Right, Sakumo Hatake. The greatest loser of our clan. My cousin.
What's up with these talented people and their weak ass mentality? Sakumo, Itachi, Shisui, Fugaku, Minato, even Madara.
That Madara dude let himself be brainwashed by some oonga bunga on an ancient tablet or some shit.
Talented but no intelligence, huh?
You need to understand Tobirama now because dumb people do what? Dumb stuff, that's what they do, and he couldn't afford for some man-children who can't control their emotions to wield power even though it was a loss for the village.
As for Sakumo, fuck that bastard, I am 7 years old and still haven't seen his face once. He can continue licking Hiruzen's ass, I don't care. My future plans can do without even him in the equation.
No need to worry about people who won't worry for you.
He is a genocide maniac also for sure, so that's that. You can't trust someone who highly possible killed children in cold blood, no matter the reasoning. My parents included.
No amount of reason can justify killing innocents and especially kids.
Evil is evil, and you don't trust evil, you get rid of it and crush it.
"Thanks for the food." ×3
They finished eating and stood up to do their own thing for the rest of the day.
That night when Garou slept, he felt strangely comfortable, free, and happy.
As if, he ran from something and finally got his well deserving rest.
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Next Morning/
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where one ends, and where the other begins?
The man waking on the futon understood this now. He was not dead, but the person whose body he wore perhaps was. Or perhaps that person had simply stepped across some shadowy line into somewhere else, leaving 'His' own body behind like a borrowed coat.
His body felt the same as far as his confusing memories he remembers.
He sat up, the tatami mats cool beneath his palms, and looked at the hung clothes on the room's wall. A black fitted shirt, White pants, and a yellow sash... the same costume he always wore.
Pale light filtered through shoji screens, drawing shadows of trees across the floor. The room smelled of old wood and dust motes.
He currently wore a comfortable and loose Kimono.
Outside, wind stirred but no footsteps came, no voice called. Just the strange weight of finally waking up after being trapped in his own body while someone else piloted the body for him.
"Adolf Miller from the modern world, huh? And I am a mere fiction in that world..."
"Tch!"
The End.