The fox's smile never leaves his face,
only one can remove the mask that is in place.
He wanders alone with an unhurried gait,
accepting the path he walks as fate.
Ichimaru Gin's pale hands clenched the small slip of paper, closed red eyes expressing no emotion. The ignorant teen next to him grinned. "See? It's true!"
~Notice~
The leader of the
gang known as Espada
is searching for a new
second in command
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"I'm totally gonna win that contest and become the co-leader of Espada!" the albino grinned, "Yeh... good luck." But as soon as the other left he lent down and began to brokenly cry.
A/N: Okay so this was originally going to be the prologue for a new Aizen/Gin story I was going to write but it ended up too sad and became it's own little ficlette. So yeah, read and review!