I recently got back into Bleach, just in time to witness my second-favorite ship dissolve into a glorious and tragic pile of ash. To distract myself from the grief, I wrote a drabble for my favorite Bleach couple, because Rangiku and Gin are sure to end in living kittens and sparkles and rainbows, right...?
Nuts. Any future Gin, Rangiku, or GinXRan drabbles will be stored here.
Thank you for reading. Feedback is love! My first Bleach fanfic; April 2009.
Eleven Truths About Rangiku & Gin
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Gin Ichimaru knew that he cared, passionately, about six things: dried persimmon, winning, staying alive, playing games, fresh pairs of socks, and Rangiku Matsumoto. But he was never certain in what order.
Rangiku was genuinely shocked the first time she overheard someone at Soul Society express dislike of Gin Ichimaru.
He loved to fondle and tease her. Cushioning for a sharp, bony man like me, and an affectionate tap on her nose. Years later, Rangiku wishes she had told him once he had been attractive.
Gin was uncharacteristically shy when they first began exploring one another. She remembered with pride the day his eyes flew wide when she reached down and touched him there.
He never told her where he was going. She wouldn't have liked the answers.
Other men enjoyed spending time with Rangiku Matsumoto because she was utterly gorgeous. The main draw for Gin was Rangiku Matsumoto was so much fun. (Her breasts were also nice.)
It made Gin very, very, angry that Rangiku had challenged him in front of Hitsugaya.
Gin wasn't exactly sure how Aizen planned to escape from Soul Society but he had no doubt a plan was in place. He used the remaining minutes to press into his memory the pressure of her fingers around his wrist.
Rangiku hopes Gin is brought down for the same reasons he would like her to survive.
She was almost raped, once, when she was a child. Gin interrupted her attacker, turning out the older boy with a joke and a well-placed kick to the seat of his pants. Then he chided Rangiku for making such a fuss. Two days later he disappeared, returning with a grin like a death's head and soaked in blood that wasn't his own.
The first time he said goodbye was the only time she knew he wasn't coming back.