Disclaimer: I don't own bleach. As a matter of fact, I don't even own myself, 'cause thanks to college, I'm forever owned by my parents. (Stupid debt…)
Chapter One: Honesty is a b...
Really, in all honesty, she is very much aware of the fact that sake smells. Horrible. And again, in pure honesty, she is also very much alert to the God awful after taste as the liquid blazes a non too gentle trail down her throat. Rangiku Matsumoto has never been one to hide from truths, and so she embraces the smell and holds onto the bitterness. Just like she wraps her arms around the fact that Gin Ichimaru was never a monster. No. Her childhood friend, and object of unrequited love had never been the sort of being to inspire nightmares (although from time to time, she found herself awake in the dead of night, sweat leaking from her skin, and his name jumping from her lips). The bastard was a thief.
Death. That had been the first thing he took from her, and he stole that by taking away her hunger. Which meant the third time he stole from her, it had been loneliness. And that was quickly followed by my heart. Eyes, tinted with the color of steel, suddenly find themselves to be moist, and irritated, she brushes the tears aside. It was as though his pale, cold fingers had reached inside her chest, and plucked her heart from its hiding place. And he refused to let me have it back.
It bothers her, from time to time, that she'd never really noticed those items to be missing, until Gin…No, her thoughts clamp down viciously, sinking invisible teeth into his name. Not Gin. Bastard works better. It really suits him. He had taken back his friendship by joining the ranks of the shinigami. Then added further insult to aching injury when he became a captain. Became untouchable.
Death, hunger, loneliness, a heart, and friendship. That's what he stole from her, and Matsumoto allows herself a brief smile because that is all he's ever taken. Except, she knows that to be a lie, and Rangiku Matsumoto has never been a liar. Gi…the bastard swiped her memories, because now she can't seem to remember life before him. Before his mysterious smiles, and before his fingers used to wrap around her own. He made off with her dreams, because now she can't recall a single night where his presence hasn't dominated them; thin lips haven't made her cry both tears, or his blasted name.
G…he's taken more, and that is a reality she is more than sure of. She's also sure of the fact that she will never admit it. Because then it becomes truth, and then Rangiku Matsumoto has nothing left to hide behind. After all, she never was one to hide away from the truth.
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I've ran into a brick wall on my Renji and Yoruichi fic, so currently I'm accepting ideas. This particular piece, tho', I think I'll let the readers chose the characters and mind set of each drabble. Therefore, all ideas are both welcome and appreciated, and know that if I do refuse on, it will be because my skills are seriously lacking (- -;).
