When it the sky turns that dark, navy colour, and little white spots dot on the velvet blue, he knows that it is the night.
Night is when the world really comes alive.
At night, the sky is lit up with the soft, content feeling of the stars. Sometimes there are many, while other times, just a few are visible.
They shine through invisible, black clouds, giving the world some reassurance there is still light.
He holds her close, his warm wrapped around her waist. His eyes look like the moon, half-lidded into a tight crescent. His abnormally white, ivory skin clashed against her tan, creamy coloured flesh.
She's leaning her head on his shoulder, her long, strawberry blonde hair cascading past her shoulders. Her light, gray blue eyes are opened, a smile lit upon her face.
"Gin," she says, gazing at him adoringly, "these are the moments when I love you the most."
Her hand finds his, and their fingers intwine. The silver haired teen makes notice that her hand fits his almost perfectly.
"Why do ya love me tha most in these moments?" Gin dares to ask. "Wha's so special?"
She blinks, not expecting the question. The strawberry blonde paused for a moment, inhaling before replying, "you're you. You aren't pulling that sarcastic demeanor, or acting like you do around your 'friends.'"
He takes this in, feeling a little unleveled that she thinks that he acts different. Neverminding that, he gives her a genuine smile- one that she hasn't seen in a while.
"I'm always me, Rangiku. I'm jus' more open when I'm 'round ya," he tells her, his white skin making him look like a ghost in the night.
"Is that so?" She quirks an eyebrow, almost mockingly, testing him. "So you are ... a sarcastic, sometimes selfish, rude, teasing ass? That's who you are?"
Gin feels hurt now. If anyone else had said that to him, he would just chuckle and smile threateningly, but when it's from Rangiku, it hurts to know that's what she thinks of him.
"Tha's wha' ya think o' me, Ran? Yer supposed ta tell tha person tha best o' wha' ya think o' 'em," Gin says as she runs a hand through his silver hair.
"I don't know what to think of you anymore, Gin," she sighs, the smile dropping from her face. "You're never around anymore."
He knows that's true, but brushes it aside. "I'm here now."
Her smile is back. "I know. I'm glad you are. Thank you for ... just being here."
"Ya don' gotta thank me, Rangiku," he says, opening his eyes a little to reveal cyan coloured optics. "I'm sorry I ain't 'round tha' much. Don' worry, though, from now on, I'll be here whenever ya need me."
"What if I said I needed you forever?" She tries him, her eyes gazing up at him in an almost smoldering look. "What, then?"
"Then I guess I'd be here forever then, wouldn' I?" Gin responds, his smile growing as she hugged him tightly. He hugs her back with the same force, resting his chin on her head.
He sighed contently. Her hair smelled like vanilla.
The two rest in silence in eachother's arms, both loving the feeling of being held by eachother.
"Rangiku," he murmurs, suddenly pulling away from her.
She looks up at him, blue-gray eyes almost hurt. "Gin...?"
He takes the moment to lean in, tilt his head, and press his cold lips against her warm, cherry coated ones.
She paused for a split second, surprised, but then kisses him back forcefully, a hand creeping to grip onto his hair.
They stay like that, and then pull away at the same time to breathe.
His eyes are opened fully now, revealing the cyan colour that she adores so much.
"Happy birthday, Rangiku," he breathes.
She playfully rolls her eyes, and then leans back into kiss him once more.
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How can you not love Gin and Rangiku? My favourite Bleach couple they are, that's for sure. I know I sucked with Gin's 'accent' or whatever, but eh- I think it came out pretty good. Adios.