Gen/Dark elements/Eventual humour. OC.

Flash-fic format.

Warning: Uncensored language.

Summary: What if, back in the past during the Joui legends' childhood under Shoyou-sensei, there weren't just the 3 of them. Will history change?

A/N: First time I'm writing a story like that. Hope you bear with me!

I don't own the comedy and plot genius that is Gintama.

Chapter 1: Impressions

The first memory that I had, wasn't a pleasant one.

It was warm. Scorching, even.

My throat was burning, the dry air further irritating my inflamed airways and stinging eyes.

It hurts, and there's a desperate need to do something, get away-

SLAM!

Something crashes loudly behind me, at the exact spot where I crawled away from mere seconds ago.

The flames are licking the doorway, my only route of escape.

Smoke is rapidly filling up my lungs. I need to BREATHE!

Am I going to die here?

I…

I don't want to die!

Somebody, anybody, help me!

…

And then, my life started.

~.~.~

"Ne, ne, is that the new student everyone was talking about?"

"Yeah, I think so. They said that Shoyou-sensei picked him up from the graveyard!"

"He's creepy."

"Uhuh. He's a monster. Heard he ate corpses from the battlefields."

"Eww! That's disgusting. I'm not gonna play with him."

"Me neither!" The majority of the children in the dingy classroom chorused together, giving the newcomer the stink eye.

Children are blessed, with no need for subtlety. Their not-so-whispered conversation easily reached the back of the classroom, piquing my interest. I turned my head up from the drool covered desk to face the slightly open doorway.

Right into the distrustful red eyes of a demon.

TBC.