It 's night at the Seireitei. Everyone is sleeping, there's no one but the patrol outside. A strange silence hangs onto the buildings that are usually so full of life and noise and people. At this hour there is nothing. A normal night for the patrols.
However, if one of the patrols looks up to the sky, strains his eyes and tries to differ black from midnight blue, he'll notice one divergence: from time to time a crouching, lanky figure can be made out, black against the night sky. But no one does that and the trespasser is flash stepping quite peacefully in the direction of the Tenth division.
While his stealthy moving is quite peaceful, the state of Gin's mind isn't. He has known of Aizen's plan down to the last detail ever since the other man told him /foolish/ and he has known what he'll have to do to Rangiku in order to fulfill his promise ever since then.
He moves as quietly as he can in her direction and grins even more when no one sees him in the sky. No one feels him moving (he doesn't know about Aizen and his blind lackey; he doesn't really care: he'll get by with the excuse of making pranks) but he can only be happy about that.
No one has still seen him even as he quietly sneaks into her room. Rangiku is sweaty, her breath is labored; apparently she is having a nightmare. Gin sighs softly: he mustn't do anything what he has come for no matter how much he wants to. She must learn that he won't be here forever. He clutches the small scissors tighter and comes closer to her.
Gently he takes a strand of her hair (she visibly relaxes at his touch) and almost winces at the sound the scissors make as he cuts it.
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During his time in Hueco Mundo, when he thinks he is alone, Gin takes out that same strand of hair, breathes in the aroma and tells himself it's for the best.
