Everything she does– every action, every kill, every breath– is done with a purpose, with a specific goal in mind. Nothing but that goal matters, not when it really comes down to it. When she'd found Rangiku that day, Gin had sworn that she'd make Aizen pay for hurting her and absolutely nothing is going to stop her from doing just that. She'd watched the man from afar, observed his every action until she had a good enough idea of what he was truly like underneath that mask, and then she'd started planning accordingly.
She'd joined the Shinigami Academy, completed six years' worth of classes and course work in one, and she'd joined Division Five under Aizen and Hirako-taicho. She killed anyone Aizen pointed her towards and carried out any other order he saw fit to give her and which Tōsen couldn't perform. For years things went smoothly, even when she found herself questioning her decisions and the actions she had to perform, she always set herself straight. She would do whatever it took to take Aizen down, but she refused to do so until he'd been revealed as the corrupt monster that he was. The only snag in her plans overall were Rangiku and Hirako-taicho.
She knew from the start that Ran wouldn't approve of what she had planned– wouldn't approve of the things she'd done. But it doesn't matter; Gin will do whatever it takes to ensure Rangiku's safety, even if that means distancing herself from the woman who is like a sister to her... Even if it means Rangiku one day seeing her as a traitor and coming to hate her; so long as she is alive to hate her, that's all that matters in Gin's book.
As for Hirako-taicho... the man is a menace. There are days where Gin isn't sure if she actually likes the blond or if she wants to act like Sarugaki-fukutaicho and kick the man's face in. Then again, he is so used to Sarugaki's kicks that Gin's probably wouldn't even have an effect. When she first joined the division, any time he came within distance of her he wouldn't treat her like a kid, like most did, but he didn't treat her like an oddity either, like a good number of others did. He simply treated her as a subordinate and asked an inordinate number of questions about her life. He tries to look out for her, and it was in such an earnest way that she knows he honestly cares– something she both likes and loathes about her Taicho. She can see why Aizen-sama chose to emulate him; he almost has that caring smile down flat.
Hirako-taicho tries to watch out for her in a way that doesn't interfere with her duties. She can tell that he doesn't like having her work with Aizen alone too often, but since Aizen is fukutaicho and she the third seat, their jobs interact more often than not. She can already tell that she is going to come really close to regret when it comes time to get rid of him– she may not know exactly Aizen has in mind for Hirako-taicho, but she knows it's going to end in the Taicho's death.
Though if he continues as he is now, that regret might just well go right out the window.
"Ne, come on, Gin," Hirako is wheedling, lying across her desk. "It's just a small gatherin' of the division's seated officers, nothin' major."
Gin continues to hold her smile and nudges her Taicho to the side so she can finish completing her paperwork. "Las' time ya said it was jus' a few seated officers from our division, it ended up bein' half the seated officers of the Gotei 13 and it took hours ta clean up the mess."
"So it got a little outta hand," Hirako waves the matter off. "It'll do a young woman like you some good ta socialize with others outside of her own division."
"By gettin' drunk and table dancin' like Shiba-taicho?" Gin smirks, recalling Rangiku's newly appointed Taicho dancing on the tabletop with Shiba-fukutaicho yelling encouragements while Ran tried to get him down.
"Maybe not that far. We need to find you a good match and table dancin' ain't the best impression to make." Hirako mutters before he suddenly turns to face Aizen. "Eh, Sousuke, you agree with me, right? Our little Gin needs to start socializing more, neh?"
"I socialize plenty," Gin offers, knowing Hirako isn't really paying attention. "I've been ya third seat for five months now, Hirako-taicho, and I know most of the seated officers."
Aizen offers Hirako a small smile and sends Gin a glance that is calculated to look reassuring and supportive. "Perhaps it would not be a bad idea, so long as the gathering manages to stay within the confines of your private quarters this time, Hirako-taicho?"
Hirako beams widely and whisks behind the desk, picking Gin up and tossing her over his shoulder. "See, Gin, even Sousuke agrees. That's two ta one," he smiles happily as he rushes from the office, calling over his shoulder, "And no worries, Sousuke, this time we're meeting at a bar."
"T-taicho?" Aizen's voice follows, Gin can feel Hirako's silent laughter. "Are you sure–"
"Don't work too hard!" Hirako chirps.
The moment they are through the division's gate, Hirako takes off in a shunpo and in moments they are touching down in front of the chosen avenue. Gin can hear the patrons inside having what is clearly a good time. No doubt there are definitely more than just Fifth Division present. She can clearly hear Shihōin Yoruichi's boisterous laugh, echoed by that of Kyoraku-taicho.
Hirako gently sets her down and Gin stands patiently as he dusts her uniform off, straightening it a little, and calmly smacks his hands when he tries to readjust her shihakusho to show off what little chest she has. He offers a slight pout, affecting an injured look as he rubs his hand.
"Ne, Gin, it won't hurt to show off your assets a little," he teases.
"Thought ya were tryin' ta find me a 'good match'," she returns. "Don't think a man focused on my breasts is the best candidate, neh?"
"Hmm, you might be right there," he murmurs back. "But it can't hurt..."
"Thought my smile was supposed to win him over," she teases, a smirk tugging at her ever-present smile as she easily sidesteps his hands when he reaches for her uniform again.
"Yea, maybe smile a little less," Hirako returns flatly, eying her over. His hands are posed to grab out again. "Just let me..."
His hands make to shoot out but are stopped when someone suddenly grabs hold of his wrists. A moment later a fist lands atop Hirako's head, sending the Taicho to the ground. He writhes around on the ground, groaning and rubbing at his head.
"Eh, Kensei, what was that for?" He pouts exaggeratedly. "I was just tryin' ta help her out."
"No, you were being a pervert," the other Taicho scoffs, glaring down at Hirako. It doesn't take much to guess the man's identity, especially not with the squad flanking him.
"Thank you, Muguruma-taicho," Gin bows politely, offering him a smile of thanks.
"Hey, Kensei, you haven't met my third seat yet, have you?" Hirako grins widely as he jumps to his feet and lays a hand on Muguruma's shoulder. "You missed the last two parties but this is Ichimaru Gin, the Fifth's third seat. Gin-chan, this is Muguruma Kensei, Taicho of the Ninth. The rest of these losers don't matter." Saying so, Hirako turns and sticks his tongue out at the rest of the squad. The green haired woman directly behind Muguruma seems to be taking the brunt of it however, though she is quick to get her own as she chases Hirako into the bar, the rest of Muguruma's squad following behind with put upon sighs.
"Man, the two of them are worse than a whole room full of children," Muguruma sighs.
"It's about ta get worse," Gin commiserates as she peeks inside. "Shihōin-taicho, Shiba-taicho, Shiba-fukutaicho, Kyoraku-taicho, and Ran-chan are already inside. Looks like they been here a while."
Muguruma hangs his head at the thought of what the group could get up to. "Think we could get away with leaving and pretending we had no idea this gathering took place?"
Gin cocks her head and thinks the venture over. "I'd be goin' back ta the office and helpin' Aizen-fukutaicho with the paperwork Hirako-taicho left and hope we don't get a summons to come collect our wayward Taicho and division members."
Muguruma nods. "I'd be going home to wait for the Soutaicho to summon me and scold me about keeping a better eye on my division."
Gin glances inside again before turning back to Muguruma with a devious smirk. "I could send a hell butterfly to Yadōmaru-fukutaicho, Sarugaki-fukutaicho, and Shiba Miyako and we can go inside and wait for 'em ta arrive."
Muguruma looks at her, reassessing whatever opinion he had of her. Suddenly a large grin spreads across his face, all of his teeth showing as he chuckles lowly, an edge of dark humor lighting his eyes. "I like the way you think."