Gin had always been her savoir. When she was alone in the wilderness, dying from starvation, he came like an angel sent from heaven and healed her. He gave her company, compassion and most important of all, love. He gave her a reason to keep on living, gave her a purpose for her life. Because of him she was a proud shinigami, she was able to help others and think of someone other then herself.
Many nights, when she lay next to him after his little "visits", she would just lie awake and look at him. She would note the small rising of his chest as he breathed in and out. The way his silver strands clung to his face from the sweat she had helped to create. And more importantly she would note the grin on his face that, when he was with her, turned into a smile.
One of her fondest memories of Gin was when they were kids and he asked when her birthday was. She replied that she didn't know because she had been alone all her life, to which she received a sympathetic look. It was then that he decided that her birthday should be September 29, when she asked why he merely answered.
"Because that was when we first met, it'll be the day when you weren't alone anymore."
Gin never failed to get her a gift for her "birthday". Every year it was the same thing, a round of sake at the near by bar and a night of unattached sex. To most people it would seem a rather sleazy way to spend a birthday, but for someone like herself it was the perfect day. One day, on the morning after her birthday she awoke to find a small present on her pillow. She was kind of disappointed that it wasn't his sleeping form but she opened the gift anyway. It had been a small fox plushie. She chuckled; she had always thought he had the grin of a fox. That day she skipped going out and instead stayed in bed nursing her hang over with the fox in a reassuring cuddle.
If things had stayed that way, she would have been happy. She would have continued her duties in the 10th division, minus doing the paperwork. She would have continued going to the bar and drinking herself into a stupor with her fellow shinigami's. She would have continued waiting up, hoping that he would pay her a visit. And when he did come to her she would have continued to bask in his presence, soaking every little bit of him up.
But things can never stay a certain way, things always change. Maybe not at first but eventually they change.
The day things changed for her was when she was forced to place her sword next to his neck. He was no longer her dear friend and lover, he was a traitor. She wondered if he noticed the small shake in her sword as she held it, the loud pounding of her heart, the tears held behind her eyes. Why? She didn't understand how he could do this.
' Aizen... ' that's who had done this, but why was Gin going with him? Why chose him over her? Didn't he love her?
"If only you held on for a little longer."
She watched from the ground as he floated towards the sky, there was a sad look on his face, a look she had never seen before. That look... it tore apart her soul.
Her angel was going back to heaven, while she remained in hell.