AN: Hey guys, I'm back! Did y'all watch Gintama 202 and 203? What'd you think? Was Sougo not the hotness? I've been inspired, so here's another one-shot! I'm in a sappy mood, so this will contain some sentimental bullshit. But watch that spin out of control and it just becomes something else.

Streaks of silver.

That was what Sougo envisioned when he imagined Gintoki clash against an opponent, all silver and shining, bright like a beacon because his beliefs were his reason for everything he did and didn't do. He imagined his determination and passion would manifest in a visual display of aura. Obviously, that wasn't true as it wasn't something made up like one of those Dragonball Z or Bleach manga he read when he was supposed to be working, he knew, but occasionally the man's presence was simply that big.

Now, up close, he could see what he envisioned become reality because the sun was high and clouds were few. The sunlight highlighting the man's hair would often blind him when he maneuvered across the tricky terrain and weave through his opponent's attacks. And it really was like watching fluid silver what with his hair glowing and garnet eyes fierce. The man in white was a demon. There had never been any doubt that Gintoki was strong. He'd heard the stories and had even gone out of his way to do some research of his own. Most stories were obviously false because he knew the man, but the ones that were credible were amazing. Watching the real thing totally beat stories of course.

It was rare, Sougo thought bemusedly as he watched Gintoki beat the amanto within an inch of his life, that he ever saw the silver-haired man in battle, and so up close. Often, he was far off in the distance, and his lover but a speck. And often, he had no time to simply watch and worry. Instead, he was off fighting his own battles or was unable to participate because of his chosen occupation.

But now, as his eyes followed the sugar addict's every movement, he found himself mesmerized…and undeniably turned on. He shifted uncomfortably from his position against one of the still standing trees at the edge of the large clearing. He cast a surreptitious glance at his fellows and none were paying him any attention, much too busy watching the one-sided battle. The monster girl was busy cheering loudly for her Gin-chan, and the bespectacled boy was giving himself an ulcer over misplaced worry—as if the man would lose to a bug like this one. And he was quite literally a bug. What was that supposed to be anyway? Some kind of Mantis amanto?

Whatever, it didn't matter. What mattered was his growing problem.

He twitched and shifted again. Who knew the Shinsengumi uniform could be so tight?