Log; Ongoing

[10thdiv-haineko.livejournal.com]

When; May 28th, night
Rating; PG? Might change?
Characters; Rangiku 10thdiv_haineko and Gin ginesis
Summary; Gin and Ran meet for the first time after his second arrival.
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The bottom floor of the warehouse was dark and a little dusty, but Rangiku had settled herself in a room just off to the east side of the large, open area. It was a little on the small side and had been as grimy as the rest of the area, but on the first night there, she didn’t care. She was hurt and in a daze and hadn’t really realized where she was until after she woke the next day. Her first task had been to clean up and make herself a tidy little nest; something comfortable enough to last until she’d had enough time to think and come to some decisions about her future.

She’d told herself she would never be torn between two men again; not after Aizen and Gin, but now, it had happened again. The Gin that had just arrived knew about the past, and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was hers.

Her husband.

She’d mourned his leaving and had found solace with another, and she loved Him as well, but the past was so ingrained in her that it was hard. She still loved Gin. She’d always loved him and always would, but things had happened since then. Things that would complicate things at best, or be disastrous as worst.

She lay back on the futon she’d been able to scrounge from her first home in the city, a blanket draped over her as she let her mind wander.

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[ginesis.livejournal.com]

Like everything else Gin did, his offer to Ran for company wasn't exactly done out of charity. No, Gin had been doing a lot of thinking recently, mulling over the things that had taken place in the City, and trying to determine what exactly it was that he wanted to do.

He never did understand why it seemed that Rangiku had this particular hold over his actions. If it had been any other woman who had decided to bed with another, Gin would never have looked back. Perhaps he would have even killed them, or at least would have run Shinsou's fine blade along the skin, drawing red lines that marked a woman as ruined, tainting her with his scent so that no one else would ever look her way again. Gin liked having toys, you see, but the toys had to be his and his alone.

Rangiku was different. She was a pretty little flower in his den of sin, and while Gin indeed wished to control her every move, there was something to be said for the spontaneity of a flower's growth, letting it reach towards the skies and bloom on its own time. He had given her plenty of freedom during the entire time that he knew her, and he was even reasonably gentle with her.

But someone else had plucked her, and even if Gin were to steal her back, he couldn't simply shove the plucked flower back in the soil and expect it to grow. So he began to wonder if perhaps it wasn't worth saving after all.

Perhaps he would just watch the flower in its final moments of grace before it wilted. And then, he would throw it out.

His shoes lightly tapped on the ground as Gin made his way into the warehouse, easily sensing Rangiku's wavering reiatsu--although it seemed to be mixed with another, leaving an unpleasant aftertaste on his tongue.

"Ya look tired."

[10thdiv-haineko.livejournal.com]

She didn't rise, able to see him quite well from where she was sprawled on the still comfortable bedding. Slowly, she looked him over with the eyes of someone still concerned for a loved one; perhaps the eyes of a wife.

He looked as he always had. A little on the thin side, but she knew it didn't mean weakness. No, Gin was hidden strength, and subtle grace, all rolled into a silver furred trickster.

Carefully, she propped herself up on her elbows and smiled a little at him. Deep down, she was happy to see him, and happy he'd come to see her.

"I suppose it comes with the territory. I'm.... glad you came. I've missed you."

[ginesis.livejournal.com]

The eyes of a wife, indeed, but the eyes of a wife who had strayed--which, to Gin, made a world of a difference. He smiled back, of course, half thanks to the fact that his expression often refused to do anything but, and half to preserve the impression of contentment that Rangiku probably wanted to see.

Gin was good at giving people what they wanted, really. Letting them keep it was another matter entirely.

He plopped down next to Rangiku--he refused to think of her as his wife--and ruffled his hair, staring off ahead for a fraction of a second before turning and smiling.

"Missed ya too."

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Her eyes followed him as he settled next to her in that easy grace he'd always held. She sat up to put herself on ore of an even level with him, still looking at him.

"Are you just telling me that?"

[ginesis.livejournal.com]

"Ran, I don't just say things," Gin replied, looking straight ahead once more. "And if I didn't know any better, I'd say that livin' with that 'god' of yers has made ya rather paranoid."

He chuckled lightly.

"Really now. I ain't got nothin' t'gain here."