Humba-dumba badabumba…
I haven't written anything for a long while… But the last few episodes just deserve attention. I'm going to miss you, Gin. =(
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It felt right to stand by the mouth of the cave. Hyorinmaru wasn't holding any back, nor was his wielder, making for a very cold combo. It wasn't exactly comfortable, not by any means, but it felt right.
She was very cold on the inside… Very cold and very lonely.
Rangiku had thought she'd felt lonely whenever Gin left their little home, even though she knew he'd return.
Rangiku had thought she'd felt abandoned when Gin had left with Aizen with nary a word to her, only a cryptic apology.
But of course he had to prove her wrong, one of his favourite pastimes, and die. Oh, that had very much belittled her prior feelings of loneliness and abandonment. Had ridiculed them and danced a drunken dance on their graves. She should know, she had danced more than enough drunken dances of her own to recognize them.
And then the bastard had the audacity to be happy that he had… Had left her with only that cryptic apology. Had the damned nerve to leave the world satisfied with himself and what he'd accomplished! What kind of friend, lover, could do that to his beloved?
And so few people had believed her when she said he wasn't evil…
She'd borne the condescending looks, she'd borne the slight raise in stature he did get for double-crossing Aizen (at least they'd acknowledged that)…
It was all so very unfair, though. Momo had been allowed to believe that her captain wasn't the bad one, had been tricked by Gin, without anyone saying a word (and to Ran's face, at that). Oh, sure, everyone had thought her a hazard until the actual battle (she still had doubts even at that point, Rangiku knew, but she would at least fight the Hollows), but if Ran had at any which point uttered a word in her lover's favour (hell if everyone hadn't known about their "secret affair") she would have been put under heavier guard than Momo ever was. And for longer.
That knowledge was actually the only thing that stayed her tongue. Because she knew, as did her captain, that all she needed was to confront Gin (just to hear him talk to her, really) to know if she should put down her sword or try to impale him (in the end she didn't get to make a choice).
Partly because the blood-loss and healing process had taxed her greatly. Enormously. So much so that it was a miracle she could see straight after arriving in Karakura town.
A snowflake drifted onto her shoulder, melting instantaneously. The outer cold didn't bother her (although her body heat had surprised her for a moment), but the inner did. She should know better by now than to think she could really stay mad at anything related to Gin. How annoying…
A wistful smile slipped across her lips.
This is more like an essay, really… Internal essay? A whole new genre? Probably not, although it'd be awesome. =D
Oh, right, sombre mood.
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