tampered | (no subject)

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

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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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"Eh? Gin. You know, Gin. How can you forget that? I haven't been gone THAT long, have I?" he laughed, sitting down with her.

He ate quietly with her, then let a hand stray up to her hair, he leaned over and sniffed lightly.

"You have such nice hair, Ran-chan. It always smells nice too."

The touch felt familiar to her, so she leaned into it with a tiny smile. "No... I guess I just forget things sometimes. Sorry." For some reason, his company made her feel secure.

Finished with the stolen food, she licked her sticky fingers and peered around, completely lost in Aizen's illusion.

"Ran...Do you ever wonder what it's like there?" he said, staring off into the distance. The Seireitei rose up in the distance, towering over all.

"I think...I want to go there someday. I want to be strong. So strong I never want to have to think about this place again."

Her gaze followed his to the white towers. She knew the longing he felt. She hated the filth they lived in day and night...

"It's gotta be beautiful... baths everyday, and all the food you could eat... and clean clothes." Left unsaid was the screams they heard at night, the sounds of souls trying to earn their keep by wicked methods, the hands that tried to grab at pretty children...

".... you think you'd be able to? Could I... go with you, too?"

"...Yeah. One day, we'll both be there. We'll make our own way. I know we will."

He jumped up and balanced on a strewn beam on the earth.

"Hey," he said, jumping off as the rain started again, "I want you to meet someone. Sousuke-kun! Come here!"

With a grumble, she pulled herself to her feet and padded off to him. She hated the rain as much as she hated the rest of the place they lived.

"Who's that?"

"Me," the tall figure said. Aizen was slightly younger looking than in Soul Society, but still with glasses and simple haircut, "Aizen Sousuke. I've heard a lot about you."

Aizen knelt and placed a hand on her head, ruffling her hair.

"Oi, Aniki," Gin said to him, "I told Ran-chan we're going to Soul Society, where you're from."

The changing light revealed that Aizen was wearing the garb of a shinigami.

"Oh?" he said, "How nice."

"Someone's been tellin' you stories, then."

Wide eyes peeked at the man. "You're... really a shinigami?" In the area, shinigami were either worshipped, or hated. Rangiku thought they were something just above wonderful.

"Yes. I want to be a captain one day. I have big plans," he said, his eyes seemingly kind, their soft golden hue almost like the sun, "I've taken Gin under my wing, too. That's why he always disappears."

He turned to Gin at his side, "Oi, Gin. She's so pretty! You shouldn't leave pretty girls alone so long!"

Understanding dawned on Rangiku's face. "So you're the one... I don't like being left alone so much, so stop taking him!" Temper lit crystal blue eyes as she glared at him. The comment about her being pretty mollified her somewhat, but she still stood, arms crossed, looking grumpy.