His last present

Disclaimer: Bleach and its charas belongs to Tite Kubo

Pairing: Il Forte Granz/Szayel Aporro Granz, Ichimaru Gin/Matsumoto Rangiku (implied)

Note: This fic is made for completing the valentine's day challenge on Bleach Aylum writers FC, so enjoy the fic ;)

Chapter 1: special day for special person

He laid on his back watched the empty ceiling, his head was so empty, he couldn't think of anything right now, his meeting with Grimmjow and his other fraccions about the mission on real world, still sounded so abstract but it was an order from his superior, and he was just a plain fraccion, he knew it.

A sing a song which passed by in front of him catches his attention, the Quince arrancar looked at where the sounds comes from and he found Charlotte Coolhorn, one of the fraccion of Baragan, sang a little song he didn't know. The sassy arrancar was so busy decorated the main hall with rose, adding the feminine touch in the hall of Las Noches.

"What the hell are you doing? That is so disgusting, throw 'em up!," He looked at him with a piercing gaze after he stand on his feet again.

"Aah~ you don't like it? This is rose and I'm decorating this dull hall so it would comes out so attractive," He shook his hips right to left.

"Why the heck do you do that?! That is so unimportant!"

"Say, Il Forte Granz you don't seem to know valentine's day..."

"Why should I care, like I'll die without knowing that!," He put his hands on front of his chest.

"Poor you Il Forte...those corrupted men, I talk about Grimmjow and his other fraccions, already corrupted your brain to become a heartless being," Charlotte stepped forward and brushed her hand to Il forte's cheek. "Your beauty charm is useless if you're with those guys...now come with me...I'll make you the happiest man in the world..."

He felt chills run down to his spine, he swatted Charlotte's hand and cursed. Charlotte himself looks so surprised and he closed his ears with his hands.

"Fuck! Like I wanna, get lost from my sight NOW!!"

"Ahh~hidoi na~ you rejected such beauty like me?"

Charlotte run out of his sight, crying, while the blond man controlled his breath, he toss his hair back and turned on his heels to resumed his lazy time-watched the ceiling-but he discarded it when he heard another voice to the hall.

"Hyaah~ I din't think tha' the Quince could do that, Charlotte such a nice person, ya should've treat him well...," At this statement, Il Forte turned his body.

"Ichimaru Gin..."

"Yep...what are you doing hre, aren't you suppose to be in Grimmjow's wing?"

"We just held our meeting here...," He swallowed hard, he was afraid that he might have spoiled the plan.

"Meeting? What meeting?"

"Just talking...," He should be careful talking with his mouth, because no matter how unpleasant Gin to him, he's still Aizen second in command.

"Ah well...I felt interested more to your chit-chat with Charlotte, what are you talking about?." He took a rose from it's vase, Charlotte already picked all the thorn so he felt no worry.

"I asked him to stop decorating this hall with...such stupidity," He put his hands on his hips and watched all over the room with his disgust expression.

"Aah...valentine, isn't it? Isn't that today?"

"I don't care"

Gin chuckled and brought the rose to his nose. He closed his eyes and grasp the fragrance of the flower. Il forte watched intently, never thought he would see Gin's soft side on rose, no he must be thinking another matter, not the rose.

"I never knew or care what is valentine's day before...and she scolded me for tha'...," He opened his rare to see eyes and it saw right to Il Forte-opened completely. "But valentine's day isn't important, in one year I only consider one day special...it's her birthday..."

"Her?," Il Forte stunned, never knew that Gin has 'her' in his life and considered the way he talked about 'her', the 'her' must be so special to him.

Gin chuckled again, "I couldn't met her and gave her my present this year...," He squinted his eyes again, "...and how was Charlotte managed to collected all of this rose?," He scratched his head.

Il Forte couldn't answer that too, so he chose to shut his mouth. He didn't give a damn about the rose which so impossible to grew in this dry land. Gin was more interesting for him, was it just his imagination or he just saw his true emotion? In his eyes Gin felt so sad, lonesome, longing and missed the 'her' she has, even with his smile carved on his face.

"Anyhow...," Gin's voice made him back to his reality. "Valentine's day is the day ya gave his belov'd one your love," He threw the rose to Il Forte and he catch it. "Don't be like me, while ya can give your belov'd one the love you have...do it...don't let regret comes to you after you can't do that...," Gin turned away and weaved, he disappeared behind the door, left Il Forte alone with the rose on his hand.

"Beloved one? Che...like I have..."

Walked to the place he familiar with. He has his hesitation, but after a million times of thought and Gin's sentences fill his head, he decided to come to the place where all the tricky stuff in Las Noches kept-none other than the Octava Espada's wings-his own brother's wings.

Not that he didn't know about valentine's day, but just like Gin said, he just too ignorant to put the day as a matter on his life. Because none of the people or arrancars he knew, celebrated itbefore, but Il Forte couldn't deny Gin's words. It wouldn't hurt him or anyone if he showed his love to someone he denied to care about, his brother.

The door of his work station opened and he found Szayel Aporro sat in front of his mega computer, analyzed something he didn't and wanted to know.

"Mind if I bothered you? Otouto?"

~to be continued~