Deception Two: Little Letter
Rated: PG
Word Count: 393
Gin tip-toed softly into Miss Kuchiki's office one night, with the box of truffles held protectively in his hand.
He glanced around to make sure no one had decided to sleep in the office instead of their own rooms, and found everything secure. With a typical grin, he placed the box on Miss Kuchiki's desk and prepared to make his way back to his own room—until he saw the note addressed to "The Gift-Giver" in a slightly messy script.
Obviously, this note was intended for him. Padding away, Gin headed to his room, slid the door shut, sat on his futon, and began to read:
Dear Gift-Giver,
I do not know why you have chosen to present me with such wonderful gifts over the years, but I thank you. It is because of you that I wake up joyfully every morning, hoping to find your gifts on my desk. It is very hard to express in simple words how I feel, since these gifts mean so very much to me. When the gifts stopped arriving not too long ago, I felt…as though my heart would fall to the center of the Earth—("Very poetic," Gin said with a chuckle)—and no matter how much I argued with myself, I knew that these simple things had become…a part of my life. Now that they have returned, I find that the sun seems much brighter, and the days long and—as much as we Soul Reapers can say—wonderful.
I thank you.
Kuchiki Rukia
Gin re-read the letter, trying very hard to not wake up the entire Soul Society—with his laughter. This game was getting better and better. Miss Kuchiki might actually start to love her "Gift-Giver", and she didn't even know what gender the person was! This certainly showed an interesting side to the little statue…
A week later, Gin placed a letter inside a book called "Fraternization", which read I thank you for the letter, Miss Kuchiki. Meet me in the gardens outside the 9th Division HQ at ten a.m. on Friday—don't be late!
Friday had arrived.
With a strange ease and calm, Gin wandered over to the meeting place. A gleeful smile played across his face now and then, like sunlight peeking out through breaks in approaching storm clouds, until the expression finally settled into a fixed sneer-like grin as he approached the gardens.
