It was so loud in the horrid club that Momo had drug me to. It was hot, and sweaty, and I could literally smell the alcohol dripping off of the dancers as they shoved ever so rudely past me on their way to the dance floor. I wondered why I even let Momo talk me into coming into this place.
Ah yes, I remember. She had pulled the 'puppy-dog face' on me. Yet again, and I had fallen for it.
Now, as a result, I was being drug through a crowd of anxious, clammy skinned dancers; human, arrancar and shinigami alike, and to a booth shoved in the very back of the club. Sometimes I truly thought my best friend was crazy for wanting to come to something like this willingly.
As I was shoved into the seat, and soon joined by said best friend and two of our other friends, Rangiku Matsumoto and Toushirou Hitsugaya, I felt myself relaxing slightly. Just…slightly, however…
To my right sat Rangiku. She is the lieutenant of the 10th squad, with Toushirou being her Taichou. Momo, the lieutenant of the 5th squad, sat at my left, with Toushirou just next to her. I am the 3rd squad lieutenant. Unfortunately, a bit of mutiny fell through with mine and Momo's Taichou's. Captain Sousuke Aizen and Captain Gin Ichimaru abandoned the Soul Society…and us as well.
It was said that Momo kept in contact with Aizen through various portals and such, their relationship kept a secret from both the Arrancar and Shinigami. Only a select few knew for certain of their relationship, while everyone else spread rumors. My captain, however… hasn't been heard of in over a year.
The rumors of his death nearly ripped me apart upon hearing them. Momo, as well as our other friends, have steadily been putting my shattered heart back together. But it will never be whole. Not without my Taichou by my side.
Moments later, I felt someone jabbing my side. It was Rangiku, wanting to know if I wanted to dance. I…don't dance. Momo laughed, and even Toushirou shook his head and chuckled as Rangiku began to pout. She knew I couldn't resist such a face, but thankfully, the white haired captain stepped in for me, and nearly drug his lieutenant out onto the dance floor. Sighing softly, I slumped down into the booth.
"What's up with you, Kira?" I heard her ask just before she poked my nose. Out of instinct, I sneezed, which only caused her to laugh. I loved hearing her laugh. She had been doing so much for me lately, that I could tell it was wearing her down.
"Nothing, Momo-chan…" I spoke as I observed the bodies dancing on the floor in front of our table. Rangiku and Toushirou weren't hard to locate, seeing as a small crowd had formed to watch as the busty woman ground her hips against the shorter male, who seemed to be enjoying every minute of it.
My eyes, however, had fallen upon the back of a tall, slender man dancing by himself. His body was moving to the smooth, quick beats of the music that was pounding out from the stereo speakers above, yet no one came near him. He danced alone, seemingly lost in his own little world.
I heard whispers. Rumors of the dancing man floating among the other clubbers, but I hardly paid them any mind. My thoughts were focused on the back of the man wearing black leather pants and a flowing white top. His silver hair reached just down to his shoulders, and was swept back into a very short ponytail.
A ponytail resembling the one I used to tie Gin's hair up in so many nights before he would fall into a peaceful slumber.
My heart began to pound in my ears, the sound so great it drowned out even that of the music blasting above me. Silently, I begged, I pleaded for the man to turn around. I needed to see who it was. If the rumors weren't true, and my Taichou wasn't really dead, then perhaps he had come back. Maybe, he had come back to make amends with everyone…including me.
Shaking my head, I pushed the thoughts away. How foolish of me, to think such a thing. If Gin Ichimaru left the first time around, apparently I didn't mean as much to him as I had originally thought, and wanted to be. He would never come back for me.
However, as I was just about to give in and take a sip from the offered bottle of Sake I had been given, the silver haired mystery turned, revealing to the crowd, as well as me, the fox like features of his perfect face. The bottle I was holding slipped from my hand and shattered onto the floor between my feet, which caused Momo to jump in surprise. She tried shaking me, but my eyes were focused on the man standing just feet from me.
Gin Ichimaru had in fact returned.
