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When; March 4th, late night
Rating; pg for mouthiness, might change?
Characters; Rangiku and Gin
Summary; Ran's pissed and picking fights...
Log;

The nice kimono was being pulled off as soon as she stood up from her computer. The look on her face was murderous, eyes lit with a quicksilver glow. It didn't take long at all for her to be back in her uniform and sliding Haineko's saya back into the obi tied around her waist. Without a word, her feet carried her out of the bedroom and into the living room, intent on going to the door and out into the forest.

Her aim? To find a loud mouthed, now heartless Greed and show him she's not just good for spreading her legs.

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Something had felt off for a while, and Gin had a bad feeling it was going to result in Ran storming out of the house again. He had set Shinsou against the wall and leaned against the doorway, staring off into the dark of the forest. He turned over to watch as Ran stormed into the living room and stared, silently willing her to stop, to turn around and sleep it off, even though he knew it wouldn't settle itself so easily.

She felt his eyes on her and their weight was heavy, but the blood pounded in her veins and she was too furious to stop. Her motion didn't pause until she was in front of him, eyes cast down, hands clenched and reiatsu flaring slightly. It was the most power she'd felt since finding out she was pregnant, and she was hanging onto it by a thread.

He could feel her power, and it was comfortable in a way to feel her again, but not full of such rage. He folded his arms and stared at her face, waiting for her to look him in the eyes. If she thought she was getting out without at least an explanation, she was wrong.

She didn't look up. Her head was full of static noise; the low rumble of Haineko growling, the blood pounding louder with each heartbeat, her own thoughts circling. Her fingers loosened and her hands moved, one shifting back a bit to rest on Haineko's hilt. It wasn't a full threat, but a simple statement.

"Move. Now."

He pulled himself up off of the doorway and stood, blocking it completely with his body, leaving his arms crossed across his chest. He doubted she would attack him, but if it came down to it Shinsou was just a step away.

"Why?"

Her head snapped up, but her gaze wasn't on him. It traveled to each side, measuring opportunities for some kind of escape. Her best option was out a window next to the door, but she shouldn't HAVE to go out a window in her own home.

With a low growl of her own, her hand slowly pulled Haineko free and leveled it to the side. She didn't point it at him, but the message was obvious.

"I said to. That's enough."

The power flared again, sending the fabric of her robes into motion and her hair shifting against her shoulders.

He wasn't worried about her getting away. In the condition she was in, she shouldn't be able to get away from him no matter how she tried to escape, if he followed. But he didn't want it to come to that. Hands dropping to his sides, he took a step forward, watching her movements carefully.

"Whatever it is, it can wait until th' mornin'."

The moment he stepped forward, Haineko flashed up to meet him, pausing an inch from his nose as Ran started to step to the side, intent on the window again. Finally, her eyes were up, steady on the tip of her blade. "No. It can't. I won't allow it to." As she spoke, her feet were moving, taking her closer to the window.

He paused as she raised Haineko towards him, surprised even though he had been expecting it. She wouldn't be pacified that easily. Keeping the distance between them the same he followed her a few steps, staring down the length of her blade. Convinced that she wasn't thinking straight, he decided to try to knock a bit of sense into her.

"It can wait. Nothin' can be more important than you an' our child's health."

The hand holding Haineko so steady twitched, but didn't lower as she continued her slow progress to the way out. "... don't."

He continued to follow, eyes never once leaving hers. "Then tell me what's so damn important."

The blade remained a steady reminder as she paused close to the window. Her gaze dropped from his, the odd eyes he so rarely showed unnerving her for some reason. Instead, she turned her head just enough to judge the tiny bit if distance left.

Since he'd moved with her, in opposition, the door was now a little more accessible, so she shifted towards it.

"I won't be called a whore again, and if anyone calls the baby a bastard, I'll kill them. It's that simple."

He turned with her, following her again. If this kept up, he had no doubts that she'd make it outside, and he wasn't sure yet if he would follow. It might not do him any good.

"Then ignore 'em. You ain't a whore, an' most o' th' rest o' them ain't lucky enough t' have a kid."

Haineko's tip wavered again as she stopped, just in front of the door. "I shouldn't have to ignore a friend... I ain't a whore. Never been one... but they keep calling me one." Her hand was shaking and the blade showed it.

"They said the baby was a whore's child..."

"They ain't worth your time 'f all they see you as is a whore." His eyes narrowed, the thought of Ran's "friends" upsetting her this much again angering him, but not coming to him as a shock.

"Th' baby is our child. An' I don't see any whores standin' in this room."

The only motion in her body was her shaking hands. The reiatsu was slowly beginning to spill away, making her go pale with the ebbing flow. Without warning, Haineko melted away into the ash of its namesake, then reformed besides them in her spirit form. She leveled her silver eyes on her mistress then padded off a few steps, clearly not wanting anything to do with this confrontation.

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