Title: Spinning Tales
or The Drabble Based off That Line in the Manga
Word Count: 239
Pairing: tilt your head a little to the left for a light dusting of GinIzu
Warnings: stuff done at one in the morning- vaguely resembles nonsense
Summary: Novels didn't just end like this. Surely there was an epilogue.
Kira Izuru knows well that Ichimaru Gin hates sad stories. He has said so himself on more than one occasion. When the petty amusements a day of work offered failed he would recline in his seat slightly, not quite there gaze resting on the ceiling or wall or on a tiny, quivering rainbow born of refracted light. And he would muse on how absolutely inappropriate it was that he had landed himself with the Third. A place filled with people who had no want nor need or time for frivolous nice things. It was a gesture the blond fukutaichou knew well. One of the few times his superior saw fit to inform him of the thoughts that plagued his mind. And he knew that the work that always threatened to over whelm him would have to be put on hold.
"Do ya have a story for bored, lil' old me?"
"I know a few, yes Taichou."
"Be a good boy then an' tell me one. An' remember Izuru, nothin' sad."
"I remember Taichou."
So Kira Izuru knows- no matter what they say when the captains gather, or what whispers might happen to fly around the halls of the third squad. He knows, believes, and longs for it to be that Ichimaru Gin will return. Because the story he left behind is a truly depressing one and this could not possibly be the end.
No, not with him as the author.