Log; Ongoing

[ginesis.livejournal.com]

When; Now! :D
Rating; PG-13 for blood spillin' all over the place. Might change later~
Characters; Ichimaru Gin (ginesis), Matsumoto Rangiku (10thdiv_haineko)
Summary; Gin really wants to forget.
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"And as I lay me down to sleep..."

Red, red, red everywhere. It was pretty, real pretty against the silver, a color combination that always been Gin's favorite.

Did it hurt? Of course not. Gin was used to far more than this. It did make him slightly light-headed, though, and when combined with the accursed ticking, Gin found himself slowly being lulled to sleep.

The humming blocked out just enough of the ticking that it became bearable.

And when he slept, he could dream. He could imagine the feel of tatami to replace the hard asphalt.

It was kind of nice.

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[ginesis.livejournal.com]

He stared resolutely away--Gin might have lost his reason for a while, but it was flooding back now. If anything was clear, it was that he needed to avoid her gaze. For the sake of his own sanity.

"I can fix the bleedin' myself, Ran, and ya know that."

Sometimes, he wondered if perhaps he had spoiled her just a little too much as a kid.

"Can ya please think that through for a bit, Ran?," Gin asked, voice quickly regaining its former chill. "I'm askin' ya t'leave so that I can get m'wits about me."

[10thdiv-haineko.livejournal.com]

She stared at him in silence for a minute before climbling unsteadily to her feet. Her yukata was stained, red against the periwinkle blue, and her hands were still streaked with drying blood. If he'd bother to look he would see a smear of blood along her chin as well, but she had no idea it was even there. A suspicious glitter trailed down her cheeks, but she didn't raise her hand to wipe it away.

Voice low, she mumbled something before turning away. Soft footsteps, then she paused, but didn't look back at him. "... I think I'm leaving Him. I can't... be torn anymore."

[ginesis.livejournal.com]

He waited until the footsteps had long faded before murmuring a reply.

"Things ain't that simple, Ran."

[10thdiv-haineko.livejournal.com]

Her hair shifted around her soulders as she moved her head. "I can't apologize enough for what I did to you... but I know how it hurts. What... can I do?"

[ginesis.livejournal.com]

Although the pain was sharp, one wouldn't have been able to tell from Gin's expression as he sat up, facing the other direction.

"Ya want me t'be honest? I dunno, Ran. I ain't always got all th'answers."

[10thdiv-haineko.livejournal.com]

Faced with his back, she sighed. "I still love you. I always have. I wish...." Her voice trailed off into a suspicious sounding sniffle. "It doesn't matter what I wish, does it?"

[ginesis.livejournal.com]

He snorted.

"Matters 'bout as much as me wishin' that I had more sense way back when."

His lips thinned.

"An' stop cryin'. It'll only piss yer guy off. Ain't good fer th'baby either, even though I couldn't care less about the lil shit."

[10thdiv-haineko.livejournal.com]

Years of habit made the soft sounds of her sadness go quiet. "... He'll kill me, you know... after the baby... You should've let me starve." She swallowed, hard.

"I wish it was yours. I'm sorry it's not."

[ginesis.livejournal.com]

"What a way t'show yer gratitude, eh? And t'think that when I first arrived back here, ya kept on insistin' that he loved ya."

He chuckled, raising his head a bit and taking a deep breath.

"A god's perception o' love, even a fake of a god, is diff'rent than a human's, Ran. And yer human, Ran."

He paused, tossing silver strands to the side again.

"I'm glad it ain't mine. I'm not gonna go through all that shit again."

[10thdiv-haineko.livejournal.com]

"He does, but it's... like fire." Her eyes never left him as he moved. ".... I'm not gonna lose this one. Not now..."

[ginesis.livejournal.com]

"'Course ya ain't. Lady Luck's never been kind t'me when it comes t'stuff related t'you."

He was getting a bit tired of the conversation, and it showed through his tone, short and clipped.

[10thdiv-haineko.livejournal.com]

"She brought you back here, didn't she?" Rangiku knew the tone well, but she didn't want to go. It was the most she'd spoken to him since she'd lost their baby.

"You said you loved me. I still love you. Put it together, Gin, and see what she might have in mind." Slowly, she turned away and started walking.

[ginesis.livejournal.com]

His whisper was soft, barely audible even to himself.

"Don't fuckin' talk t'me like that. Not this time. 'Cause for once, I ain't the one that wronged ya."

With a smirk, he got to his feet again, somehow finding strength despite the way his wounds continued to bleed.

Drip, drip, drip, like a twisted instrumental.