AN: hello, I wrote this story about Rangiku and Gin pretty quickly since it just popped in my head while I made my crazy drawings so here it is. I hope you enjoy! READ AND REVIEW!!
Disclaimer: I still don't own Bleach, tsk.
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Questions but no answers.
She lay on her bed, staring at the dark sky that seemed to cover the city like a blanket. Her bright orange hair contrasted against the dark as she sat up and hugged herself. Two months had passed since Aizen's betrayal and Seireirei was mostly in a buzz with all the repairs being made. But tonight it was strangely still and quiet—just as she liked it to be when thinking about a certain man.
Gin. Her mind raced back to the time when he spoke his last words to her before he left. If I held onto you a little longer would you stay? She felt tortured every time she would think about him, but that didn't stop her. She clenched her hands and bit her lip. Dammit, why do you always have to leave me?
She could still remember the time of their first meeting. She was already half-dead with hunger when a silver haired boy handed her some food. She would never forget his smiling face as he reached out his hand, his smell as he held her close to shelter her from the cold, and his annoying way of always knowing what she was thinking.
When I look at it now, I was so childish as to think that those times will never end because sooner or later it did. You left for Seireitei to be a death god. You made your own decisions without telling me at all and until now I could still feel the pain in my hart when you left. That's why I decided to follow you. I enrolled at the death god academy the following year with the hope of seeing you again.
She ran her hand through her hair and gave a pained smile.
I saw you…..but you were different. I couldn't recognize you anymore. Your face, your voice were still the same, but you didn't talk to me like you used to. You talked to me like I was some stranger. You no longer held me when I'm cold. You no longer came when I called you. Who are you? Where was the boy who used to smile at me with that wide grin and ask me, "Whacha up to, Rangiku?" with that playful, irritating voice? Where is he?
Eventually we went our separate ways. You became the captain of the third division while I became the lieutenant of the tenth division. Our talks lessened and soon I stopped thinking about you. I made new friends and talked to them instead of you. I learned to stop looking for you every time I woke up. I finally woke up to reality and realized that we couldn't go back to the way we were before. It continued like this until recent events reunited our paths. I didn't believe that you were a traitor because that would mean that you would be executed—and I didn't want that at all. But I was proven wrong, you left Seireitei branded as a traitor to be hunted down and killed. Ichimaru Gin, I'm so stupid to think that I got over you because here I am now, hurting; waiting for you to return. I know that that boy is still somewhere inside of you; I'll be waiting for him. We'll meet again someday, I'm sure of it. I'll be anticipating for that day; when it comes I'll be asking you some questions.