Dedicated to: My little sister, for helping me pick which characters to use for this!


Rangiku giggled spinning around Gin once again allowing her white dress to flow around her. She knew the short white-haired man standing in the corner watched murderously. Why should she care? This was her big day wasn't it? Let the wedding crasher watch. She pursed her lips with a daring blaze in her sky blue eyes and met the turquoise for a fraction of a second before Gin's lips pressed against hers and Jushiro and Shuunsui kicked him and his fire haired accomplice out. She wrapped and arm around Gin's neck and looked over his shoulder one last time at Trouble being shooed from her wedding reception. If things didn't work out between her and Gin, maybe she'd give him a little shout out.


"What were you thinking, Toshiro?!" Ichigo snarled at his step-brother. In response, he rolled his turquoise eyes and ran his thumb over the iron of his revolver.

"We could've had at the bride's maids and the booze if you hadn't stood there oogling at the bride!" Gritting his teeth, the shorter man kept silent. He knew that woman. He'd known her for a long time. He figured she'd know him for all the time she visited him while he slept. For some reason though, he always imagined himself as the one holding her while she donned that white dress.


~A Year Later~
Toshiro let out a hoot of pleasure forcing the metal gas pedal to the floor and rolling the driver side window down, enjoying the wind in his snowy hair. Ichigo laughed beside him glancing back at the cops nipping on their tails.

"Better get a move on, Whitey. Don't want mama to catch us in the county jail, do we?" He snickered. The red head's snickering turned to a grunt of displeasure when Toshiro crazily jerked on the wheel, spinning the car around to face the officers on the wide dirt road. He waited a whole three seconds before slamming on the gas pedal again and laughing as they screeched to escape his path. Watching them shrink from the rear window, Ichigo finally glared at his brother hauling off and forcing his fist into his stepbrother's arm.

"You stupid? What would you have done had they not moved?" He snarled. Toshiro shrugged.

"We'd of had bigger problems on our hands than a little car jacking, because I wasn't gonna stop." The redhead next to him tightened his grip on the door frame.
Looking ahead, Toshiro blinked spotting a petite violet eyed woman with a swollen eye and cut up face and arms standing in the middle of the road, supporting someone who easily doubled her small stature. As the distance between them closed, he realized with a jolt the fire haired man she supported sported a bullet wound in the back of his head hanging pressed limply against her shoulder. He slowly turned familiar brown eyes up. Ichigo. With a sharp intake of breath, Toshiro slammed on the brakes, nearly sending the real Ichigo through the windshield for lack of seat-belts.

"What?!" He exclaimed glaring over at his brother, panting almost as heavily and the white-haired driver. Toshiro shook uncontrollably as the two on the road vanished.

"Toshiro?" Ichigo demanded, worriedly. His younger step-brother jerked and forced his breathing under control.

"What?" He snapped back, carefully analyzing the dirt path in front of them. She was gone as was the horrific image of his step-brother.

"You're crazy, Hitsugaya." Toshiro shrugged, hitting the gas again, attempting to force that image from his burning mind.


Rangiku pouted tugging on her husband's wrist.

"You disappear again and I won't be here when you decide to get back." Gin turned a vivid blue eye in her direction. He scoffed disbelievingly and pulled his arm free.

"I'll be back sometime soon." His wife pushed her bottom lip out watching the screen door slam.

"I won't be here, Ichimaru!" She irritably shouted after him. The black car purred loudly as the silver-haired man kicked up a wave of dust as he sped away. Without much thought or care, the honey-blonde pulled the gold band from her slender finger and dropped it, enjoying the chink! it made when it slipped between the dilapidated floor boards and tapped the primitive plumbing on its way down. Spinning and stomping to their bedroom, Rangiku pulled her suitcase from behind the white door and tossed what little things she owned in it. She pulled the pink scarf he'd given her around her neck and tied it neatly as a reminder to never marry again. Pulling her old poetry notebook into her fingers, she left the tiny run down shack and began her trek for the nearest town where her Moma lived.


Hello! Has anyone seen the newest rendition of Bonnie and Clyde on Lifetime? Couple things were off, but I loved it. Especially the soundtrack. Which is where I got the idea for a HitsuMatsu version. I was originally going to do Grimmjow and Karin, but decided that Grimmjow wouldn't make a very good 'Clyde.' Hope you enjoyed this so far.

Give me suggestions! I'm not doing this as an exact to their story, so I plan on straying from the original, so let the ideas flow! I want to see how well doing an open 'group' project turns out. Private message me if you've got an idea! I plan to give credit to anyone who helps! :3