~Author's note~
1- I don't own bleach. If I did, Gin and Rangiku would skip off into the sunset holding hands and laughing.
2- This fic is my first GinRan. Which is weird, 'cause I adore this pairing. Like, a lot. So R&R, and tell me if I should do more!
He sat at the foot of her bed, eyes open, false grin gone from his lips.
He liked watching her sleep.
If he could, he would be thrilled to do nothing but listen to her breathing for the rest of his life.
No matter how short his life may be.
Damn Aizen.
He bit his lip, and averted his eyes.
Ran-chan. . .
A knot formed in his throat.
He couldn't wake her.
He knew that.
She must hate him now, after all he'd done.
He wouldn't blame her.
That doesn't matter, he told himself, gaze once again coming to rest on his beloved.
When this is over, she'll forget all about me. She'll be happy again. She'll never, ever have to be afraid.
Right?
He mentally kicked himself, and slowly rose, being careful not to stir her.
Today was the big day.
Today, he'd kill Aizen.
Gin looked back at Rangiku's sleeping form, and felt a smile come to his lips, a real one for once.
Before he could stop himself, Gin knelt at her bedside.
Oh Ran-chan, he thought as he pushed a lock of hair from her face. Maybe if I get through this, I can come back and. . .
Who was he kidding? He wasn't gonna survive this. On top of that, he shouldn't be depressed that it made her hate him. The whole reason he was doing this is so that she wouldn't have to cry.
It would be better if she didn't love him.
He'd hate to see her cry for something as stupid as himself.
Gin leaned over her, searching her serene face for anwsers that just weren't there.
It didn't matter.
See ya later, Ran-chan.
Softly, Gin brushed his lips on her brow.
Closed his eyes.
And left.
