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Venomously Attractive

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C H A P T E R F O U R

Sleeping's A Crime

"Ah, crying again—?" Ren turned to face Gin with a puffy face, angry that he had once again managed to get into her room without her taking notice and without permission. The grin on his face forced a good share of chills down her spine and she turned away. "Yer not telling me why yer crying?"

"Go away."

He laughed. "So, is it your lack of tobacco…or maybe it's the amount of knots in your—"

"Don't remind me!"

"Look, I got you something." He suddenly remembered.

Ren looked at him, hopeful. "If it's not expensive then I don't want it," she stated.

He laughed, his hand searching this inside of his sleeve. "Maybe I dropped it somewhere," he wondered. "Oh, well, that's just horrible on my part—I won't keep ya, jus' keep bawling yer eyes out, but don't die, you need to feed Ran-chan."

"That thing bit me!" she complained, loudly.

"Well ya can't blame her, yer a hostile woman, she doesn't like yer aggression."

"I don't like your taste in pets."

"That's not nice," he stated, walking over to her. Ren instinctively moved away from him, crawling over to the desk near the corner of her room. "Why are ya so scared?"

"Why are you such a creep?"

He shrugged. "Fine, I'll leave you to cry, but if ya wanna die, do it outside."

She glowered and turned to sitting in the corner of her small, pathetic room.

It hadn't been an hour before Gin snuck back into her room. He had that look on his face that he was expecting something out of her, something that she would definitely like. But, he wouldn't care if she liked it or not, he planned for her to do it flawlessly. She looked up at him, the tears were gone and her face stopped looking as pasty as the first time he saw it. He smiled.

"What do you want?"

He laughed. "How do you know?"

"The look on your face," she retorted.

"Ah?" He looked confused. "But I have the same look on my face all the time."

"Shut up." She glared.

"Well, well, do you want to hear it?" he asked.

"Does it involve physical exertion?" she inquired, slowly.

"Just a simple walk, then ya gets to stand there and look pretty," he replied. "Y'know, things you actually enjoy doin'."

"I don't enjoy doing those things, they simply get me places," she replied.

"Then hop to it," he ordered, walking out the door. "Oh and make sure to wear a normal shihakusho, ya draw too much attention as it is, no need for more."

"What am I supposed to do?"

Gin turned on his heel and walked over to Ren, crouching down in front of her. He signaled her to get closer. She shook her head disgusted. "You're close enough."

"It's a secret, come on, yer no fun."

"I'm not enjoying this." She leaned closer and he whispered something in her ear. "That's ridiculous."

"I aint done yet," he said, pulling her ear closer.

"Ow, you insolent fool!" she cursed, slapping his hand away.

"You come up with the best jokes." He chuckled.

Ren glared at him, wishing her eyes could stab him, but that was impossible. Gin finished explaining the job to her.

"Shush."

"This is a stupid job, I'm not doing it, send one of your lackeys."

"You are one of my lackeys," he replied, striding out of the room. "So, hurry up, or else—well, ya might not get to eat for a while."

The door shut and Ren got dressed. She pulled her long hair up and cried a little at the rough edges. She left her room and walked towards the tree Gin avidly described through his whisper. She was supposed to wait for a box in the middle of nowhere somewhere near Seventh Division. She walked down the streets, clueless. She didn't remember where a tree near Seventh Division was. So, she stopped walking.

"Bah," she muttered. "I'm not doing this." She whirled around quickly, about to bump into someone hard, but she was fast to move back. She looked up to see Shuuhei, again.

"It's you," he said.

She arched an eyebrow, trying to remember his name. "It's me," she replied, dully.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Well, no, but that's beside the point—hey, you're smart right? I need you to show me a tree."

He blinked. "What?"

"Yeah, you know, brown trunk, green leaves?" she explained. "Not hard to miss."

"You know what it looks like then—?"

"Well, naturally, I wasn't born in a ditch, that's savagery."

"What exactly are you looking for?" Running into the same woman twice, the first she's crying over hair, the second she's asking to be shown to a tree. He began to wonder if there was something wrong with her mental health for a few seconds.

"Yes, I do—but my captain sent me to retrieve a package, and the battering fool only specified the location by tree near Seventh Division," she replied.

"If you walk straight down this street you'll notice all the divisions are aligned," he commented.

She followed his pointed finger and nodded. "That sounds interesting, but this is my question: have you ever even seen a tree out in the street?" she asked.

"I can't say I have."

"Please excuse me, I have to kill that liar—" She had just begun to stomp away, but stopped. "—no, I won't get fed, or paid for that matter."

"Who exactly is your captain?"

Ren turned around. "Oh, you're still here?" she inquired. "Ichimaru Gin is my captain." She walked away again.

Ren found the tree after a few hours and stood near it, the sun causing her to sweat. It was disgusting. She never sweated in her life because she had people who walked around her with a fan to keep her cool during summer days. Was it summer? Ren yawned, walking towards the tree trunk and sitting down against it, cursing Gin's name further.

"Woman, wake up." A rough voice filled Ren's ears and she wondered when she fell asleep. She opened her eyes to a slit and noticed a captain standing a few feet away from her. It was the Seventh Division captain, to her surprise and she recognized him by the bucket on his head. Gin called her rude for saying it like that near him the last time he was giving her a tour around the Seireitei (as if she needed it). She stared at the man, awkwardly. She could hear the members of his division talking scandalously behind him. "If we were to be attacked at this precise moment and they would see you sleeping, the enemy would think we are a bunch of indolent barbarians."

Ren stood up, dusting herself off and pulling her robes over her slightly exposed chest. "Well, captain, if we were attack, the enemy would be so distracted by the vision of beauty they see on the ground that it'll make them so vulnerable, we would be able to take them with ease," she replied, smugly. "Even though distraction is all I have under my sleeve, I am giving one hundred percent whereas you only use ten percent of your effort patrolling."

"You—"

"Ah, there ya are, Takudaiji," Gin's voice chimed. "Oh, hey Captain Seven."

"Is she a member of your squad, Ichimaru?"

"No, she's my division's pet kitten," he replied. "She's a bit undisciplined and unscrupulous, but I'm sure y'all can overlook it."

"If she's your pet, make sure to keep her on her leash."

Ren's mouth dropped and she elbowed Gin in the waist. "Actually, I gave her the day off after an experiment I started conductin'," he began. "I wanted ta see how four consecutive nights without sleep could affect a Shinigami."

"Well, it's obviously made her delusional, talking to a captain with such audacity," the large captain snarled.

"She's naturally that rude," Gin commented, truthfully. "Beside, the only changes I've noted so far was a sudden increase in body fat."

"Yeah, and it all went to her chest," a member of seventh division commented, the snorkels of his companions rang through the crowd.

"Silence!" their captain roared. "Go back to the division."

Ren looked at her chest, she didn't note a difference, but maybe it took an onlooker to be able to tell.

"Forgive my division, they have yet to be disciplined," the man apologized, before leaving.

Gin turned to Ren. "I didn't think you were such a liar," she commented, a slight praise.

Gin laughed. "Lie?" he said. "Startin' tonight you'll be staying in my room so ya don't go to sleep."

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The following chapters will revolve around trust exercises...believe it or not. They're ridiculous...so, uhm yeah - look forward to that sick humor. It's a mix of adult/sick/uncalled-for humor - jokes, revelations...among other things that me and my boyfriend came up with. I'm sure the third night and fourth night will be the best. lol XD So, click the button and drop a line! O: