Title: Easy
Characters: Gin and Rangiku
Rating: PG
Warnings: Uhh...their relationship in itself is enough of a warning.
Disclaimer: There is bleach in the laundry room, but it isn't mine.

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Easy. It was so easy to forget everything when he was around. So easy to throw out all past transgressions out the window, all the nights she spent alone, and all the times she hid crying under her covers because of him. Yes, it was so easy when everything felt so perfect when he was there.

At first she would be angry and everything would come flowing back. She would remember she was hurt and that he was the last person she wanted to see, let alone talk to. But his presence would slowly ease its way around her, bring the comfort in the comfortless that she loved to bask in.

Then he would laugh, or smile in that way only she would know, and all her resolve shattered in the moment. She would forgive him, she would forget anything he needed her to, and she would be happy.

Yes, so easy to forget hate when you loved; so easy to overlook anger for happiness.

And then he would disappear. In their childhood he would be gone for days, weeks, even. But as adults they would still see each other distantly, but never come close. It hurt even more to be closely apart, she felt. And then she grew angry. He would tell her things before she couldn't forget, he would tease her and caress her heart so softly to leave it yearning for more, but never satisfy.

It was unfair to want Gin all to herself, she knew. But it was so easy to be selfish as well.

She could smile, she could laugh, she could mother and tease anyone who needed it. Yes, many would say she was even too much of that. But beneath the giggles was the constant reminder that her true laugh and the shine in her eyes were only fully realized to the one who never opened his.

And then, as if by magic, in the height of her frustration, on the brink of tears as all the past hurts and pains he had caused came rushing back to her, he would reappear like a light in the darkness, a beam of sun cashing away the rain clouds that threatened to pour. She would be happy. It seemed he would be too.

But the storm always returned, for the sun had to set some time. The reminisce of his light reflected in the moon did little to settle her heart and quench her need of him.

Easy, it was so easy to forget for him, to feel for him, to hurt for him, to ache for him.

It was only hard when she knew it was even easier for him to forget her.