That red-gold glint is unmistakable and the world stops between them. He is shaking like he never has, or has only once before and his throat catches a little when he remembers she was there then, too, before he was as tall but long after he was so twisted. His reflection in her cool blue-gray eyes is as unbearable as it is delicious.
Her shoulders hunch and her eyes narrow, no trace of attachment, prior or current, is betrayed in them. His lips part as he moves toward her, he stretches his long white hand with his fingers already spreading in anticipation.
She closes her eyes and prays he can hear her. For your sake, I'll stare down oblivion. She knows she does not have long to wait.
His lip curls. She came to fight, but not him. His fingers grasp her collar and pull her roughly to him, and his kiss is more violent than the feel of Shinsou's plunge into her belly. Haineko scatters around them and he can hear the piercing roar of Hitsugaya, just close enough to see the killing but too far away to stop it. It is only then that Gin looks down at Rangiku and sees her faint smile. Her life wasted on a kiss. Her blood wasted on him.
It is only then that his heart explodes in his chest and Rangiku's smile fades away, obscured by her own zanpaktou's lack of mercy. As the blood bubbles up in his throat, Gin lets her go. I could have held you a little while longer, he thinks giddily as he slides to the ground with her. His blood spilt to justify her.
Her eyes are still open even if her breath is gone. He can, and will, stare into them forever.
A/N: Why yes, I am in a weird mood tonight.