A/N: I actually have a different version of this handwritten somewhere, but I believe that one is going in the trash because something is very wrong with it. I hope this one is better.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach and I make no profit from this.

Gone.

Gin Ichimaru was gone. He wasn't coming back, probably wouldn't even if he was allowed to. Which he wasn't. A wave of nausea rolled over Rangiku Matsumoto, making her swallow hard. She hated being so upset, but she couldn't help it. Gin had been her everything, her sun, her moon, he had created her laugh and now he was causing her tears. That was just like him.

Rangiku's right hand fisted around her pillow and vaulted it at the wall. "Damn..." She whispered, shivering.

But something else weighed heavily on her mind. It was in a box, a box about the size of a pencil case, hidden in her sock drawer. Captain Unohana had given it to her.

In that box, there was a pregnancy test.

Rangiku knew that if she was, it was Gin's. He had been her first, her last, and her only. Still, she couldn't help feeling like a slut. Here she was, unmarried with a boyfriend gone evil, and there was a strong possibility that she was having her evil boyfriend's baby.

Rangiku shuddered; she still hated thinking of Gin that way. He had saved her when she was young, they had taken care of each other, loved each other, so how could she say he was truly evil?

Another wave of nausea washed over her, and this time she was sent running for the bathroom. It was too strong to hold back, and as she sat on the bathroom tile several minutes later, she tried to think about what she was going to do if she was pregnant.

An abortion was out of the question, for her. She had never really been for it, except in extreme situations, and this wasn't extreme.

Adoption... could she really force herself to give up a baby that was her and her one true love's? And knowing Gin's current situation, who would take the baby?

Leaning against the wall, she buried her face in her hands, not shedding a tear, but dry sobbing anyway.

"You should visit Rangiku." Shuuhei sighed as he tried to sort his paperwork. "You don't need to hang around here, I can handle this. She's been so out of it since..." Shuuhei trailed off, not wanting to say Izuru's ex-captain's name in front of him either.

"I need distraction, not someone to mope with." Izuru sighed, reaching over to help sort the paperwork. "Besides, she probably doesn't want me around anyway. She hasn't wanted to drink with me in nearly a month."

Shuuhei narrowed his eyes for just a moment before opening his drawer of his desk for a pen. "I think it would be good for you to mope with someone else instead of distracting yourself. You haven't dealt with it."

Izuru didn't say anything, but he stood. "You can handle this?" He made a brief, vague motion to the paperwork.

"Today's your day off. Go." Shuuhei, honestly, was a little annoyed with Izuru. His moping was bringing him down with Izuru, and he couldn't have that when he had paperwork to do.

Izuru walked out and to Rangiku's division, heading for her office, but when he realized she wasn't there, he picked up his pace and hurried to her room.

The door to Rangiku's room was open, but the door to her adjoining bathroom was shut. Izuru tried the knob, but it was locked. "Rangiku?" He asked softly. "Are you alright in there?" The shower wasn't running, he could hear that much, and Rangiku's soft breathing on the other side of the door told him she was alive. Or as alive as a Shinigami could be, but that was beyond the point.

"Rangiku!" Izuru raised his voice a little. "Do you need me to get Captain Unohana?"

The door whipped open and Izuru had to jump to avoid being hit with it. Rangiku buried her face in his shirt, sobbing loud, painful, dry sobs. Pain shot through Izuru's chest as he watched her in such agony.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Izuru asked, blushing slightly at Rangiku being pressed against him. The blush was mostly embarrassment anyway, but he shifted his face to hide it.

"Just..." Rangiku sobbed, a terribly heartbreaking noise, "Don't leave right now."

Izuru's eyebrows drew in with worry. But he wrapped his arms around her, and he stayed. It was the least he could do for a friend in need.

He didn't even notice the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter with "YES" appearing across the digital screen.

A/N: This is actually my first MatsuKira fic, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. For my returning readers, thank you for reading something new! For my new readers, thank you for reading, and I hope you continue. So, everyone, what did you think of this first chapter?