A/N: Onto the Bleach fanfic now! I've got loads lined up! I don't own Bleach!
Chapter 1
It was a normal day in Las Noches, death and destruction dominated the atmosphere and Aizen was finishing the planning for the ultimate destruction of Soul Society. Gin was sitting in his room thinking of a certain strawberry blonde, big chested lieutenant, he sighed loudly to himself, he often wondered why he left with Aizen, he'd lost his home, his job, his reputation and most importantly he'd lost the only woman he'd ever loved- Rangiku Matsumoto. Even the name sent butterflies into his stomach and guilt into his heart, he missed her but he was so sure that she would never want to see him again, he was better off staying and figuring out how to finally defeat Aizen - then he could prove to her that he was still the same old Gin, and he would finally find the courage to tell her that he loved her. With those thoughts in his mind he swept out of his room to return to the side of Aizen.
Rangiku sighed sadly as she stared at the empty shot glass on the table, tears constantly streaming from her eyes. She set the empty sake bottle down and wiped furiously at her eyes- making them look even more red and puffy than they did before!
She heard her captain approaching and immediately grabbed as handful of papers and began to sign then, her writing was slanting and unreadable due to the copious amount of alcohol she had consumed in her depressed haze. Her captain entered through the door quietly and Rangiku winced at the small amount of sunlight that hit her eyes as the door opened. Toshiro shook his head sadly and dismissed her, telling her that she was more useful when she wasn't drunk and suicidal. You may wonder why our usually bubbly, flirtatious, cheeky 10th division lieutenant was so depressed, it was about a man- not just any man though, this was about Gin Ichimaru.
Gin appeared before his calling master, the usual smirk and lidded eyed expression plastered onto his face, he bowed deeply resisting the urge to spit on Aizen's feet before standing up straight awaiting his masters orders. "How can I help you Aizen-sama?" He spoke in his usual slow, patronizing tone. Aizen looked up at Gin and smiled at the plan he had prepared "Gin, gather the Espada- the Hogyoku is finally ready, we shall attack the Soul Society at daybreak tomorrow" Gin's smile faltered for barely a fraction of a second "of course Aizen-sama" he spoke quickly and turned away from him fiercely, rampaging through the corridors until he reached him room, he slammed the door forcefully shut before slamming a cold, hard fist into the wall. He roared with anger, he didn't want to attack Soul Society, if he attacked them then he would have to attack Rangiku. He forced the thought out of his head while he calmed himself down, he knew what he had to do- he had to defeat Aizen, tomorrow.
Meanwhile in Soul Society Rangiku was awoken by a loud alarm that rang through the barracks, she sat up quickly rubbing her aching head. She stepped outside and was met immediately by her captain approaching her door, "captain, what's going on?" she asked sleepily, her face pale and haggard in the sun from the lack of food and sleep. "It's Aizen, he's attacking- tomorrow" he looked sympathetically at Rangiku who turned even paler at his words and ran inside where she vomited into the toilet. She didn't want to attack Gin, she couldn't attack Gin she loved him too much. She knew what she had to do- she had to defeat Aizen, tomorrow.