Hello! :D Anyway, lately I've been feeling ?.? about what to write. And then I found something about a 100 themes challenge... so why not? It shall be about my favorite pairing, Gin x Rangiku! :D I don't know if I'll ever finish or when I'll be able to update, but I want to do as much as I can. I'm actually very lazy... 0_o
The things I write for each theme will most likely be short oneshots, or drabbles, nothing too long, if I can help it. ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, because Mr. Tite Kubo does. ;D
EDIT: I have decided to stop with this. I fee like writing some other things (hopefully I can), and this was getting nowhere anyway… Thanks to sierraqueen for the first review, by the way!
1. Introduction
Gin sat in his office, watching as the woman before him rapidly devoured a whole basket filled to the brim of dried persimmons. He wanted to reach out for one too, but Rangiku seemed blissful eating them. And he was afraid of getting his hand bitten off.
"Hey, Ran," Gin looked at Rangiku, who simply turned her pale blue eyes to him.
"Hmm?" She asked, her cheeks stuffed with her favorite snack.
"Why do you enjoy these," Gin pointed his long finger at the basket. "So much?" He tilted his head to the side. Sure, Gin loved dried persimmons as much as the ginger-haired gal, but he didn't understand why the things made her just so damn happy.
Rangiku swallowed all the pieces of dried fruit she held in her mouth. She glanced up at Gin, his eyes in a slit as usual, but his head titled, like a little boy. He seemed like he really wanted to know.
Rangiku smiled. "Gin, do you remember when we first met?"
"'Course I do!" How could he possibly forget? It had been one of the best days in his life. If he had never met Rangiku, where would he be then? Probably in a jail. Or an asylum. Probably something of that nature…
"Do you remember when you gave me food, saving my life?" Rangiku continued, twirling a lock of her silky hair with her finger.
"Yeah." One of the best decisions of my life! Gin put his hand under his chin, his mouth in a questionable smile, a smile only the woman sitting before him could decipher.
"Do you remember what food it was that you gave me?"
"Dried persimmons?" Gin asked, not sure if he remembered right.
Rangiku softly laughed and picked a large dried persimmon from the now-almost-empty basket.
"Correct." She analyzed the fruit, feeling its rough texture with her slim fingers.
"That day, when we met, was when…I really started leaving. So I consider dried persimmons, what you gave me, as kind of… an introduction to life." Rangiku popped the dry snack into her mouth. "That's why I like them."
Gin's eyes slightly opened, surprised by her answer. "Really?" he whispered. Gin eyed the basket, deep in thought for a short moment.
"You know what?" Gin picked a dried persimmon, as s big as the one Rangiku had picked, and put it to his lips.
"What?" Rangiku asked him, still chewing on the persimmon.
"That's why I like 'em too."
Do dried persimmons taste good? I've never had any.
I made Rangiku's hair color match the one from the anime, because I like it better. ^^