The pale moon rose above the ground and into the heavens as it did every night. It was full, thus casting a bright silver glow upon the grounds it rose above, making the pale walls and buildings of the Serretti glow, almost ethereally. And just like every night Rangiku Mastumoto watched, blue eyes intent on what it was that she could not discern. She was perched on a chair, and surrounded by multitudes of now empty sake bottles. Her two very drunk friends, Hisagi and Kira were unconscious, snoozing off the alcohol in their blood.
Rangiku let a sigh of longing escape her full lips, if only sleep would come to her as easily. It was only on the nights of the full moon that she could never find the comfort that usually came to her when she drank. Instead the sake seemed to only make everything clearer, most acutely the aching longing that filled her heart and mind. Though it was only for the one night of the month Rangiku wished that for once she could sink as easily into oblivion as her drinking buddies did.
How quick and easy it was for them to forget everything, after just a few bottles. If only she hadn't built up her tolerance, to the point where she had to go through at least a barrel full of sake to even begin to feel the effects of the alcohol. Another reason to add to her already long list of: Reasons to Hate/Love Gin Ichimaru.
The pang of sadness and of despair surprised Matsumoto at its lack of intensity. Usually it nearly made her begin to tear up.
"I've gotten used to it…" She murmured to herself
Being here without you. She thought, as her blue gaze remained fixedly on the full moon. You left nothing behind, not even the smallest thing for me to remember you.
A small, but empty smile curved its way across her lips. That's what I always hated about you. Then again, you probably knew I wouldn't have been able to move on if you had left even the slightest thing, besides memories. You knew all of that, every little thing about me. I always hated that about you to. That's what I always loved about you though.
Rangiku gazed at the moon, its silver glow reminding her of the hair of the man she'd come to love but had never told him. Slowly she closed her eyes, and sank into her dreams where her silver haired man- where Ichimaru Gin waited to hold her in his arms once more.