Slowly, Gin drew his sword, conscious he was being watched. 'Ikorose, Shinsou.' It flew towards the Third Seat's chest and sent him stumbling back a few feet.
'What are you doing?' The man unleashed his shikai with a quiet command and Gin felt the other's reiatsu rise. Gin smiled, waiting on the balls of his feet.
'I'm having fun, Fifth Division Third Seat, sir.' Gin sent Shinsou at him again, and this time a cut opened on the other's arm. Such pretty red blood. Gin's smile grew wider.
The counterattack missed by a mile, and Gin could smell the fear coming off him. He used shunpo to get close enough to slash his opponent's chest, a blur of deadly action. Fun.
Gin felt the spray of it hit his face, soaking the hair on that side, but the man was still standing, gasping for air. Really fun. He felt like laughing.
The soon-to-be-former Third Seat's hands shook, and he fell down on one knee, eyes blankly staring in front of him. Gin walked in range of the man's weapon. Nothing happened. Really, really fun. The smile widened, eyes narrowed even more and Gin grabbed the man's hair and shook him until his eyes cleared a little.
'B-bastard…' The Third Seat gasped out, focusing on Gin's narrow eyes. Gin, cheerfully malevolent, was looking into his eyes while Shinsou went into his heart. Blood rushed out, and Gin felt the heart quivering on the point of his sword. He twisted and it stopped. This was the best fun he'd had.
'Impressive. You're even better than the rumours suggest. Could I perhaps…hear your name one more time?' Aizen-fukutaichou asked, deciding to appear at last.
'Gin. Ichimaru Gin.' Gin turned to look at him, unaware of the blood on his zanpakuto, face and shikahuso. He couldn't stop himself from smiling, he'd had too much fun.
'Ah, he was hopeless. Not worth talkin' about.' Except how fun it had been to watch the eyes glaze as the heart stopped beating.
'Is that right…That's good to know.'
A/N: Don't own Bleach. Concrit and reviews in general are loved and treasured.