How long? How long had it been since she'd been able to relax like this without being confined to her barracks as ordered by Unohana? With that and reforming her division she hadn't got the time to relax or daydream, even for an instant. When she thought about it everything she had done would have been in vain if not for her determination and loyalty to her Division. If not for her there would be nothing and no one left. Sure, it was hard at first. But with the support of her friends and subordinates, she was able to forget and be pulled out of her dark pool of memories.

The Dark pool of Memories; how many times had her mind been trapped there relentlessly pounded into submission? As often as she needed she would dream in order to escape from the accursed nightmares that threatened to devour her entire being. It was like poison seeping through her veins as her body felt like it was on fire whenever she saw him. Sometimes she ended up waking, screaming in sheer agony but she managed to get through it all. The truth was she was not going insane as many liked to believe. No, she was ridding her mind of the memories, expelling them into the darker recesses of her mind. He was a dark entity in her mind and he had to be banished.

The wind blew briskly. She welcomed the breeze succumbing to its chilling flow against her skin. It was relieving and washed away her worries for the moment. Her hair hung just past her shoulder, victim to the wonderful breeze. Her Mahogany eyes wandered over to Rangiku's form sitting next to her. The older Shinigami was staring into the sunset, a distant look in her eyes that was all too familiar.

She was waiting. Waiting for someone to tell her that it wasn't true. To tell her that he was alive and he was coming back to Soul Society. It didn't matter if he was going to be put in prison for treason against Soul society if he could still be within reach of her touch. That was all she wished for after they'd returned from the battle field. She'd confided in him until the very end. The truth was she was in love with him. Her mind reeled back to when they were children back in Rukongai.

"What's your name?" she'd asked.

It was a simple question and he gave her a smile, one that was ghostly charming and drew her in. That day he'd told her his name while wearing that same smile.

"Gin Ichimaru." he'd said.

It was a weird name and yet she found herself liking it. His smile was the one thing that she enjoyed seeing. Even after the two had entered the Academy seeing his smile was a daily reward but now…she might not ever see it again; his last words to her echoed in her ears.

"If only you'd held on a bit longer…Good-bye Rangiku…I'm sorry."

Hinamori felt Rangiku's pain. They were one in the same, both injured women betrayed by the men they trusted and held dear. Momo accepted the fact that Aizen wasn't coming back and felt she needed to make up for her mistakes. The subject had been boggling around in her mind for some time now and she felt it was her only option.

"Rangiku, I have a proposition," she voiced softly.

The strawberry blonde snapped out of her stupor and turned to the young woman, her friend. She raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"What is it Momo?" she asked.

The young woman looked up into the darkening sky, her eyes wandering. "What if I became Captain of my Division?"