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When; Monday, May 7th, night
Rating; PG?
Characters; Rangiku

good_and_proper
Summary; Rangiku gets a visitor during her nightly walk. Words and other things are exchanged.
Log;

Evenings around the manor house were quiet affairs, if you don't take into account the odd household. This evening had found Rangiku in the possession of a weeping girl and it'd taken a good long time to calm her enough to stop making the windows spiderweb or the lights flicker ominously. Once she’d calmed down enough to doze off, Rangiku had carried her to her often unused private room and laid her on the neatly made bed, then climbed to her usual perch on the roof.

Peace didn’t find her in her usual meditations, so she carefully dropped from the rooftop into the soft grass surrounding the manor. The evening was a little cool, as spring evenings were want to be, and the sky above was cloudy. Not an ideal night for her, but it would do. She needed some physical activity to help clear her mind before she returned to her home and her slightly grumpy Consort.

Her footsteps were quiet in the slightly damp grass as her mind wandered. She’d begun to explore the intricacies of the Mark she now bore and could feel the presence of a different power not quite her own just under her own reiatsu. It was an odd feeling, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to explore it further until after the baby was born and she was back to her full strength.

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There was no sound when Aizen alighted on the ground behind her. Not sense of reiatsu. Not even the rustling of the grass beneath his feet.

"Hello, Matsumoto-san," he said from behind her, "A pleasant eveing, yes?"

The voice startled her, and she spun to face him, a slim knife glittering in her hand. The blade didn't waver as she straightened from her defensive posture, but the look of shock was covered by a calm expression.

"Aizen. What're you doing here?"

"I'm here to straighten out that head of yours. Come with me."

He reached out for her daggered hand.

"I don't think so." Her blade flashed as it sliced across his palm before she shunpyo'd away. Rationally, she knew she couldn't get away if he had it in his mind to go after her, but she wouldn't just allow herself to be taken.

The knife glanced across his reiatsu, doing him no harm.

"Not even a zanpakutou. How sad," he said, quickly passing her and appearing direcly in front of her path of transit.

"You will come with me," he sternly stated, releasing a wave of his reiatsu to try and knock her out without harming her.

The Mark given to her by her Consort flared to life, the extra power blocking the majority of the reiatsu. Ran didn't try and shunpyo away again, know he'd just follow her.

"Leave me along, Sousuke."

He began to incrementally increase his output, trying to hold it back just enough.

"I think not. You have no choice. I will make you know remember the truth about Gin," he said, drawing his sword, "Now look."

The world around her began to shift and dissolve into darkness.

The added power from the Mark wasn't enough to keep the extra reiatsu from dropping her to her knees. The weight of the power pushing at her mind made her vision grow dim as she fought to stay conscious.

"NO."

"YES," he said, pushing a bit more power against her, "Now sleep."

He began to move toward her, reaching out once more.

"Don't fight it."

With a low moan, she taps into the power she has, drawing on the bond with her Consort to try and push away the darkness encroaching on her.

"... nO."

"I...said...YES!" he said, grinding his teeth and letting out a much larger burst than he meant to.

Without a sound, she crumpled to the ground in a heap of robes and golden hair.

Aizen quickly picker up her form, spiriting her away to his main base. They had kept the moving process fairly quiet, except of his post, and managed to have a new secret location. Carefully made wards kept power from leaking out and tipping off his enemies. He entered through a secret passage and took her to a cell, then laid her out.

"Awaken," he said, nudging her gently with his energy, "Awaken, Rangiku Matsumoto, and see what you have lost."

He called on Kyouka Suigetsu to set the scene. The area where she and Gin grew up.

"Aw, she's so upset. You see, Gin? You should propose quickly! If not, I just may decide to steal her away when she grows up!" he laughed, picking both children up onto his shoulders. He turned to Seireitei and gave them a better look at it, jumping up on the roof of a hut.

"You can see it, right? That shining beacon, there. I hope to see you both one day, within those walls."

Aizen turned his head at a noise. Several figures began to approach them.

"Children, I think you should get behind me," he said, touching the ground and setting them down.

A dusty rose colored her cheeks when he said Gin should propose to her, but she covered it up with a rudely stuck out tongue. The expresison didn't last long, though, when she was hoised up onto a broad shoulder. Before she could protest, her eyes found the white city and she was transfixed yet again.

Her view was cut short, however, when they were lowered to the ground. The figures approacing them were some of the rougher men in their district. Rapists at best. They were known to kill for sport and they loved children.

Silently, Rangiku shied behind Aizen, her small hand tangling in the back of his robes as she peered around him. Without thought, her other hand sought out Gin's.

"Oi, shinigami. Why don't you go back to your city? We've got business with those kids. The boy stole from my friend here a little while back. Nothing is free around here."

Aizen's smile was blank, empty, though the children couldn't see his face from where they were.

"I don't suppose I could convince you to turn back and leave, yourselves?" he asked, mock sincerity in his voice, "I don't want trouble."

The second of the other men advanced, "I'll show you tr..."

The man's voice was cut off as his head was, the round object falling into a nearby ditch. To the untrained eye, it didn't even look like Aizen had moved. He sighed deeply and shook his head.

"Then I suppose it can't be helped," he said, extending his reiatsu as the men began to scream in fear. The screaming ended within moments, the men dead all around them. Crushed by his terrible spiritual pressure.

"...I think I overdid it."

It was a testament to how much death they saw in the district that Rangiku didn't do anything but stare at the bodies. Without a word, she leaned into Aizen's side, still clutching Gin's hand.

As Aizen walked off, carrying the bodies with him, the scene shifted. Ran and Gin were both in Soul Society, now.

"Ah, Rangiku," Gin said, "Good to see you this afternoon."

Ran looked up at the often unheard voice. They'd both been so busy with their studies and such that they had little time to spend with each other. With a slight smile, she brushed her shoulder length hair behind her hair and shifted her book a little closer to her chest.

"Hi, Gin... been a while, huh?"

"Heh, well the teacher really is a slave-driver. Of course, good shinigami don't complain, now do they?"

He looped an arm over her shoulders and threw his head back to laugh.

"Oi, Rangiku, let's sneak out tonight. I know a bar we can hit up in secret!"

Oh, but he'd said the words she always loved to hear. "Giiiin, we shouldn't. I almost smoked the class out today working on kidou..." His laughter tempted her own, though, and she found herself chuckling along.

"Well, maybe for a little while... but you're buying. I paid last time, remember?"

"But Raaa-aaaan," he mock whined, taking on a hurt look, "You know I'm always brooo-oooke."

As they had moved out of sight, he tackled her in the grass and curled his fingers in her hair.

"Or perhaps you just want to make me indebted so I have to pay off my debt with my body, ne?"

Her snort was cut short as she was plopped on her back into the grass. Wide eyes stared up at him, but there was heat in her look. "Oh, damn. YOu found me out..."

Her lips curled into a wicked smirk.

Gin laid his head on her neck and lazily twirled the golden locks between his fingers.

"Ran-chan, do you remember back then? All of what we went through to get here? Sometimes it doesn't even seem real, does it?"

Gin usually wasn't one to be serious, but sometimes even he had to stop and think about the past.

Absently, she blew a piece of grass from his moonlight hair. ".... I try not to think about it too much. It used to give me nightmares after we first got here, but... I'm glad we made it." He sounded so serious, she couldn't help but brush her lips over the crown of his silver head.

"We don't ever have to go back there... "