"La la la la la…"
*SPLAT*
"La la la la la…"
*SLIIIIIIIICE*
"La la la la la…"
Gin smiled down on the beaten corpse laying at his feet, the boy hefted his large Zanpakuto and gave a nod. Shinso did the job well—better than Gin had thought it would. Shinso and Gin were an unbeatable team, both were sly and merciless, as well as happy and laidback. Breaking from his thoughts, Gin swung his short sword around playfully. The night was young. He was only beginning.
"La la la la la…"
"La la la la la…"
"La la…"
*CRRRRRUSH*
"…la la la…"
Another Soul Reaper fell beneath Gin's Sword, Shinso. And to his delight, the Soul Reaper was one who had picked on him in the past. Such people deserved to be slaughtered. At least, that was what Gin thought.
"Gin… Ichimaru Gin!"
Gin spun around and saw another Soul Reaper running towards him.
"Gin…" The Soul Reaper's eyes widened. "W-what is this…? What happened? How the hell did a child get a Zanpakuto? And how did he-"
"Shuddup' Kai," hummed Gin, as he slowly raised his sword in Kai's direction. Gin's smile widened when he felt Kai grow nervous. "I c'sense yar fear…Kai." Gin opened his mouth to a crack and let his long tongue slide out in snake-like fashion.
"No…" Kai drew his own weapon and pointed it shakily at the approaching child. "Stay back!"
Gin giggled happily, his tongue flicking continuously. "Sorry Kai, but ya gotta go!"
"NO!"
*SKILLLLLLLLLLT*
"La la la… Bye-bye Kai…"
Gin felt something wet drop on his shoulder. He looked down and saw a small red drop on his bare shoulder. Sticky…red…sticky…red…sticky… Sweet. Gin smiled, the corners of his mouth stretching up higher and higher.
"La la la la la…"
*LICK*
"La la la la la…"
*SMACK*
"Sore wa, aka, futatabi nenchaku fukaina amai fu~tsu teru yo!"
*DRIP DRIP*
"It's raining red again…Sono ame ga futte aka futatabi!"
With a sigh, Gin sheathed his Zanpakuto and turned around. His job was done there. There wasn't a single living Soul Reaper within a mile, courtesy of Shinso. Aizen would be pleased.
" Nani ga gyakutai shintai no... Kuru nodarou ka? A treat just for me?"
Gin saw the sun rising in the distance. It warmed his cold figure and spread light across the battlefield. Hundreds on Soul Reaper corpses littered the ground. They're faces were contorted, they're arms and leg were twisted in odd angles, it was the work of a sadist. Blood was everywhere, splattered on the ground, smeared on faces and clothes, gushing out of wounds.
Gin was pleased. Pleased with what he had done.
So with a skip, he headed back to his shed. Of course, he'd have to stop by the river and wash himself off, Rangiku would freak if she saw him. It was a long walk home, boredom was ensured. So to pass the time, Gin let his song flow through the wind.
"La la la la la… La la la la la… Sono ame ga futte aka futatab! It's raining red again! Watashi wa jibun no karada no naka ni nenchaku amai nakami o toridashi, sorera o tsukaihatashite shimatta watashi no te o tsukkomudeshou!"
"La la la la…la…la… I'll wait for the next downpour…"
A/N: I decided to write something creepy about Gin killing people and singing. Heh... Just like the musicals... Reviews are loved.