Gintama: It Is Love!

It Depends (Takasugi Shinsuke)

*Little bits of the song "Born without a heart" are in this fic randomly inserted!!!

".........Another stupid day," (Y/N) sighs as she sits idly on the chair, turning her gaze on the table instead of the prying eyes that silently judge her each and every move.

"Oh, it's you again."

The prostitutes snicker at the sight of her as they entered the club- (Y/N) just rolled her eyes and looked away.

Working in Yoshiwara- what more did she expect?

"....Maybe I should've applied for Gin's Odd Jobs business instead- It's better than dealing with these stupid women." (Y/N) murmured under her breath. She worked in Yoshiwara- not as a prostitute but just a woman manning the counter.

She had come to Gintoki for a job and coincidentally, she ran into Tsukuyo who then referred her to where she currently was.

"Hey, I've got a room with a particularly important guest coming," The head prostitute, Reimi whispers with a smirk to (Y/N) and then she gestures to the man standing beside her.

A distinct purple hair, green eye- bandage over the other and a smoking pipe in between his lips. (Y/N) momentarily looked up at him and looked back down to roll her eyes.

But what she failed to see was the complete look of bewilderment on Takasugi's face.

"- Your usual room is open, Reimi." (Y/N) noted and the woman laughed heartily. "Thanks, you're such an angel~" Then she moved on, pulling Takasugi with her.

"I'm an angel, tell me what you mean by that~" (Y/N) singsongs in a mocking tone as she rolled her eyes again.

Out of all the prostitutes there, Reimi was the absolute worst to deal with- and (Y/N) wasn't having any of that.

It was a small secret between the prostitutes that they bullied (Y/N)- mocking her for not being a prostitute at a club but only for the desk- not like the other women who were always fawned over by men with money and greed.

-and out of all the women in that brothel. Reimi was the worst- she was the woman who loved to play the victim whenever she deemed it necessary, especially when it involved (Y/N).

"(Y/N), I'll take over the desk." Satomi, the only good woman who didn't bully (Y/N) appears by the counter with a smile. "Although, we're short on waiters right now." Satomi added and put her hands together.

"Please, please, please." Satomi rubbed her hands together and (Y/N) smiled. She sighs and picks up the tray. "I got it, I'll take over tonight." She giggled lowly and made her way out to make rounds and clean tables.

"Ahahahah! Takasugi-san, you're so funny!"

The prostitutes laughed together in fake amusement, while the so-called funny man was just sitting in silence, drinking his sake and minding his own business.

(Y/N) lowered her eyes as she quietly entered the room to clear the tables of empty bottles- if she had eye contact with even one of those prostitutes she would never hear the end of it.

Reimi smirked as she looked at (Y/N) and then purposely knocked down a bottle of alcohol- right down on her kimono.

"Oh! Sorry- I'm so clumsy..." Reimi put on the most believable apologetic look on her face as she turned to (Y/N).

"No, it's alright-"

"Y-You're not mad, are you? Oh, I'm just so clumsy-" Reimi started to whimper and then she burst out into tears.