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When; January 6th, evening
Rating; PG?
Characters; Rangiku

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Summary; Going out and catching up
Log;

It didn't take Rangiku long to change into something suitable for Automatica. Low cut, tight and easy to move in were her main requirements for a night out there. The living room was empty when she walked into it, so she plopped herself down on the arm of the small couch and patiently waited.

Well, not so patiently.

"Gin! Come ooooon. You can't tell me it's taking you this long to get ready!"

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Gin had managed to find the time to shop since he had arrived. He found a casual button down shirt and pants suitable for a club which he threw on in a hurry, so as not to keep the lady waiting. He walked into the living room, catching a look at her outfit, noticing how it accentuated her features. But it would be rude to stare, so he forced his eyes off of her and instead pulled her off the couch, wrapping an arm around her waist and started to escort her out the door. "Lookin' gorgeous, as always. So, where's this club we're headed to?"

Without thought, her own arm curled around him as she steered them both outside and down to the bottom of the warehouse. "It's Underground, but in one of the safer parts. Not too many monsters hang out around there, and what does is easily scared off with a little well placed kidou."

Out in the fresh air, she tipped her head back to stare up into the dark sky. "Nice night. I like the shirt, by the way. I didn't know you'd been shopping yet."

"Glad ya' like it. I had some time last night, helped me keep my mind off anythin' else that may have been happenin'." It was a wonder than he had managed the entire trip in one night, he had almost found himself lost on more than one occasion.

She felt a stab of guilt at his words. Her arm tightened around him and she leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked to the entrance to the Underground. "It was dinner, Gin. He even tried to get me into a debate over the nature of Hollows..."

Once the dark swallowed them, she slowed a little, but once her eyes had adjusted, the pace picked back up.

"Haineko didn't happen to harass you last night, did she?"

She wasn't sure if Gin knew that her zanpakutou's spirit had a habit of manifesting itself when she saw fit.

He knew the words would get to her right as they left his mouth. They were his weapon, and he had grown so accustomed to talking in circles around people that he did it without even thinking. But he really hadn't meant to. "It doesn't matter what happened. 'm just jealous, but that's to be expected."

He followed her pace, eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness. He was eager to find out what kind of place the Underground was. "'s that who that was? I could have sword I felt somethin' brush against my legs when I got back. Didn't pay it much mind though."

With a shake of her head, she silently chided her zanpakutou, who purred an innocent comment back to her. "Yeah... she's learned a few new things since we got here... some very good, and some can be tiresome at times." The lights had grown brighter around them as they moved into a hollowed out area similar to a boulevard. Clubs and bars lined the sides, the signs all beckoning patrons in. She steered past most of them until she found the one she was looking for. With a pleased murmur, she pulled him into Automatica.

"Good thing about drinking here is the price. Nothing and no watered down crap."

Good. Maybe that would help clear his head a little. He followed her inside, heading straight for the bar. He took a seat and ordered a drink, downing it slowly to savor the taste. He took a minute to take in the club, then turned to his companion. "So, what else've you been up to here?" For the first time in a while, he was finding it hard to talk. He wanted to address the situation with Aizen, because it really did bother him. But he didn't know what he could say without hurting her. He had finally concluded that just enjoying the night would be best until he knew what to say.

She settled in beside him, ordering as well, but not being as polite as he was, she polished it off quickly. "Growing lazy. The city doesn't have a need for us here. The dead walk freely among the living, so there's little to do that only we can do... I spend my time training in the forest outside the city or laying out on the beach when the weather's good. Or I'm here. You know me."

She could tell things were awkward for him, but she didn't know what to do about it. "Should I ask what you've been up to, lately?"

"The same, though without any entertainment. Things got pretty borin' after leavin' Seireitei. 't least then I had work to do." He ordered another drink, quickly downing it this time. "When it warms up you'll have t' take me to that beach."

She grinned over at him and ordered both of them another drink. "I promise... It's beautiful out there." Her smile softened a little as she looked at him. "It got boring in Seireitei after you left. We had plenty to do and all, but it didn't seem as... worth it then." So many would think her treasonous to say such things.

Enough beating around the bush. He had to say something, it was just bothering him too much. "Sayin' things like that, you know it just gets me wonderin'." He turned and placed an arm on her shoulder, eyes opening so he could look her straight in hers. "I love you, I really do. And I can't do anythin' if Aizen loves you. Hell, I can't really compete with the guy." He paused. He hadn't really thought anything out. Instead of struggling for more words, he downed the new drink, leaned over and planted his lips firmly against her.

She'd always loved him. Even after he left her. Gin was her saviour. He'd found her and helped her; and even when he disappeared, he always reappeared. Ever since he'd arrived in the city, she'd been trying to figure things out, but they were so complicated.

They'd just become more complicated.

His lips tasted sweet against her own, and she opened her mouth to let more of his unique flavor in.

Gin was almost surprised with her response, but it didn't show at all. He stood up off his seat, leaning over her and wrapping one arm around her, while the other found it's way to the back of her head, combing through her hair and gently petting her.

The thought of Aizen's reaction quickly popped into his head. He knew Aizen would be upset if he found out. But he'd worry about that when it happened. He had more important things in front of him...

Ran pulled away a tiny bit, breath ghosting over his lips as she murmured, "why did you tell me you loved me?" Her voice was soft, but they were still close enough that she could be heard, even in the noisy atmospehere of the club.

His smile returned. "Because I do." The hand behind her head moved to brush a few stray strands of hair out of her face. Her warm breath teased his lips, but he managed to restrain himself. If she had something to say, she'd need her mouth free to say it.

With a soft hum, she closed her eyes and moved even closer. Her cheek brushed against his as she whispered in his ear, "I've always loved you, Gin. From the first winter after you saved me, even though we were so young, then." Her heart pounded in her chest, partly from excitement, partly from guilt.

Gin dropped his hand from her face and found her own hand, entwining his fingers with hers, while his other wrapped around her back, pulling them snugly together. He kissed her cheek and whispered back, "I'm sorry you had to wait so long. Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

Her fingers tightened around his, taking comfort in the touch. "Be patient with me. Please. I know you don't want to hear this, but I do love him, too... " Slowly, her head dippped until her forhead was resting on his shoulder.

"I'll try," he said, gently rubbing her back. It wouldn't be easy, especially with Aizen involved, but for her he would wait. He sat there for a while, simply enjoying the moment.

"Now, ain't we here t' get you good an' drunk before your match tomorrow?"

"That's all I can ask for..." She pulled her head up from his shoulder and leaned in for a brief kiss before she pulled away enough to order another round for the both. Her hand never left his, though.

"I do believe that's the purpose of this little trip."

He lightly squeezed her hand. "Then let's!" He downed the next drink quickly and gave her time to drink hers as well, then stood and pulled her up into his arms. "Since we're here, we may as well dance some too."

She laughed as she was pulled up from her seat. This was the Gin she remembered from her past. With a slight smirk, she led them both out to where everyone else was dancing, and draped a hand on his shoulder. "Think you can keep up, Gin?"

"Guess we'll see!" He left an arm around her waist and started moving his body to the beat, slowly pulling the two of them closer until his chest was lightly pressed against hers. With a laugh, he added, "jus' don't try too hard, you don't want to be tired for dear Cirucci now do ya'?"

She moved with him, body falling into an easy rhythm with him and the music both. She'd always loved dancing. Her arms draped around his shoulders as she moved, grinning at the offhand comment she'd overheard from behind her.

"I think I can handle her."

"As do I. But if anythin' happens, come right back home. I'll take care of ya'." He leaned his forehead on hers, staring deeply in her eyes, while following the flow of their dance.

His words made her smile up at him. She'd heard them before. "And how would you do that? I'm a horrible patient, after all." She never stopped moving as she spoke.

"Well that just depends. I might have to kiss you and make you feel better. An' you'll probably need to be sponged down to get cleaned and cooled off. I'm sure I'll think of somethin'." He couldn't help but lean in closer and lightly kiss her upper lip.

Without thought, she nipped at his lips, purring softly. Her hips swayed as she kept moving to the beat. "Oh, how could I resist such tender care. I'd still have to complain, though."

She wasn't foolish enough to think she wouldn't be injured in some way during hte fight, but she was hoping it wasn't bad enough to need care.

He couldn't decide if it was the booze talking, but he didn't really care; the idea he threw out without even thinking about it seemed like a pretty good one to him. "I know I wouldn't." He took a look at a nearby patron's watch and noticed the time, seeing that it had flown by much faster than he thought. "It's getting...early." He would hate to end the night but he wanted her to be in top condition for her fight.

She shot him a pout, but knew he was right. "Yeah yeah, I guess I need sleep sometimes before I go beat up the stupid Privaron..." Still, the grin on her face never faltered.

He slowly dragged her out of the club, but not before they grabbed another round for the road. He had forgotten how cold it was outside, since it was so hot in the club. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and draped it over her shoulders, then pulled her in close. "A bit chilly here, isn't it?"

She found herself snuggling up to his side, smiling at the scent on the shirt. "Winters here get colder than they used to in Seireitei... it snows more here, too."

She moved quickly, not wanting to keep him out in the cold too long. It didn't take too long for them to get back to the warehouse.

The cold didn't bother him, but he kept up with her swift pace irregardless. He released her when they arrived and headed towards his separate room, but stopped halfway. He turned and leaned over, planting a final long kiss on her lips, caressing the side of her face with one hand.

She hummed into the kiss, then turned her head and nuzzled into his palm. "I better go to bed, Gin... and so should you," she murmured against his skin.

He longed for the touch to never end. He pulled her over to the couch and laid down, pulled her down in front of him, wrapping his arms around from behind. "Will this do?"

"Yes," she whispered, closing her eyes and snuggling back into his warmth.

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