Author's Note: Thanks so much for checking this out! Inspired by a bottle of wine.

The Tenth Division lieutenant was at home, sitting on her futon. Her robe was hanging loosely around her as she downed another full cup of Sake. Or was it beer from the Human World?

She didn't care anymore, as long as it helped her forget.

How many times had she already dreamed of him? Not nice enough to be a sweet dream, not realistic enough to be a nightmare.

The day the hole had opened in Seireitei's sky and pillars of light had snatched away three of Soul Society's Captains. It was a humiliating and tragic day for all. To be betrayed by the people they respected and cared for. Hinamori had suffered much more than a blow to the heart.

Rangiku could never forgive traitors-at least that was the case for Aizen and Tousen.

But when it came to Ichimaru Gin…she could neither hate him nor forgive him. She didn't know how she felt. She doubted she wanted to know.

So she drank, drank until she could drink no more.

The burning in her throat become nothing more than a tickle as bottle after bottle emptied out. She had loved him, but she shouldn't have or should stop if she still does.

He had betrayed Soul Society but turned out to be triple agent in the end, it was madly confusing.

She could not accept his actions but understood his reasons. She could not forgive him for keeping the plan from her but neither could she hate him for doing so.

The usually cynical expression on his face had faded away along with his spirit. They were the worst moments of her life.

The seconds had ticked by achingly slowly as she descended beside his broken body. He had betrayed her, and then saved her.

He had turned his back to her, only to apologize as he was sucked into the Garganta with Aizen and Tousen.

"Damn him," she mutters as another empty bottle falls to the floor.