I wanted to do this drabble but the main point is that I wanted to write about certain scenes and emotions I couldnt get to go over in my fic Paradise Lost. So for those that like my fic, this is its partner that goes along with it it. Although I warn you it will have the same dark/light elements of the fic so you have been warned.

Disclaimer :Do not own Bleach, Kubo does hopefully he does it for the best.

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~Birthday~

"Happy birthday ta' me, happy birthday ta' me, oh happy birthday ta' me"

"Look that weird kid is singing to himself, he is so strange" a harsh whisper was overheard being exchanged as he passed by.

"Yeah, the accident isnt that he was born but that he survived past the first day" the rude comment reached him but he could care less for today was his birthday. Anything could happen.

"Happy birthday ta' me!" he sang louder causing them to flinch slightly.

He had a patched up knapsack with things he scavenged from the nearby town. All perfect items to celebrate alone in his shack, he entered the dark and dusty place lighting a small lamp by his sleeping corner. Emptying the sack he looked down and arranged the items in order. A week old daifuku still in its wrapping, several wooden animal figures and an incense stick he managed to steal at someones funeral. He figured if they were dead why would they need it, and one incense stick wasnt going to harm anybody.

"Well Gin, I have ta' say ya got yaself a pretty good set goin' on for ya birthday" he patted himself on his back and began to grab a pot and fry up the daifuku so its hardness can soften a bit.

While waiting for his treat to cool he lit the incense candle and whispered a silent prayer. His mother had taught him to make as many wishes as he could before the first ash of the incense stick fell to the floor. This year he had managed to make only three wishes.

As the stick burned out he collected the wooden animals and added them to his collection of carved figures. Some he made himself others he had managed to find or steal, but they all brought him some sort of company that he couldnt find with other people.

Gin took out the warm daifuku and hungrily took a bite, although it was a bit sour due to the fruit filling to being spoiled. He took a sharp dagger and carved into the wall another line, standing back he counted all the lines in total.

35.

"Thirty-five...thirty five years old" He sat back down and looked at his collection. He had all given them their respective names, his favored was a fox who bore a haunting smile.

"Ya know that this tha' firs' year I haven' included my Mama in my wishes" he looked directly into the fox.

"I wished every year that I would find 'er but like every year I just end up alone 'gain. I thought ta' myself that perhaps I could wish fo' somethin' else this year" He took another bite, his jaw crunching the contents loudly.

"I thought that maybe I could find a friend...a real one. Not like y'all that just sit there and stare at me while I talk. Someone who could actually like me, dont think that I'm too strange. Maybe someone ta care about...maybe they would care 'bout me. Someone like..." he paused as he looked away "Mama"

The figures remained as dead as silence, there faces fixed forward. It didnt matter if Gin would praise them or threatened them, their response would always stay the same.

"Think that's a wild wish?" he looked back at them. His head turning slightly.

"Yeah, I thought so too...but its my birthday and I gotta whole year 'front of me. Let see what happens"

As he continued to talk on his on the night descended quickly and he soon had to put out the lights less he wanted to attract the strangers of the night. He liked his special day to be as peaceful as possible.

Settling into his makeshift bed he turned one last time towards his inanimate friends. Curling up in a ball he whispered lightly.

"Ta be honest the real reason I want a friend is that I dont wanna spend 'nother winter huggin' myself. Gods know Im just skin and bones and maybe I could have someone soft and warm to keep warm with" He chuckled knowing that the cold winter months would soon descend.

As he closed his eyes one last time before the soft diziness of sleep would claim him he whispered to himself softly.

"Happy birthday, Gin"

"Thank you, friend"

This drabble will be done in Gin's and Rangiku's perspective seperately although some chapters will include their thoughts combined in certain themes.

I noticed that as I was writing the next couple chapters that some of the storyline will differ from my original story but not too much for I wish to keep the mood I created with the original fic intact. This story is just an extension to the story.

Feel free to leave a review, I would greatly appreciate it.

Happy Holidays!