A/N: Ohayo! And I must say, it has been ages since I've written any kind of story. If I fail beyond redemption, please let me know and I'll try to improve. Constructive criticism is welcome!
Disclaimer: I shall hereby state the obvious and tell you that I don't actually own Bleach, because if I did, Gin and Rangiku would have their own Arc and you'd be seeing a lot more of them.
Exception
Gin never let people grow too close, nor did he let people understand him. He had been like that ever since he was a child. It wasn't that he couldn't befriend people; if he needed to, he could. The way he saw it, to 'befriend' someone was to simply make their acquaintance, get what you wanted, and then cut all ties with that person, even if that meant he had to kill them.
Killing people was easy, he thought. No one ever really meant anything to him so it wasn't difficult to take their life.
After all, the people around you who can make you stronger are the ones who have the ability to cut you back down to lower than you were before, and having a persons company until then just wasn't worth it. Everyone was going to die at some point anyway, so the matter of when wasn't a problem.
Gin didn't felt guilt over how he was, but he wasn't immensely proud of it either, always being vague and rarely telling the whole truth if he didn't have to.
There was someone who became an exception to this, however. The only exception.
One person to whom this distrust did not, could not, apply to. She was someone who, since the first day they met, he hadn't felt the impulse to completely shut her out. She was the only one who held a bit of truth, even when the world around them fell apart.
Rangiku Matsumoto.
Gin could still remember the first time they met.
It was a memory that stood out from all the rest, and to him, it was a memory that was worth holding onto.