Accident 4: Conclusion (of sorts)

Happy Birthday to Yumichika (I'm not sure if this is getting posted on his birthday. I wanted to write a fic for it but I had no ideas. Sorry Yumi.

And Happy Talk like a pirate day! (Please remember that this may not be posted today (the 19th) (Oooo I put brackets in brackets)(Ahhhh I did it again)(And again))

Ok so this isn't the end of this fic, the title just happens to be conclusion. It's the conclusion of all Matsumoto's and Toshiro's problems (sort of).

Thanks to all who reviewed, favourite and followed (Like Forever122 who is just an amazing reviewer/writer/person/friend). This is my second most popular story. The first is 'And it was all Matsumoto's fault.' You should check it out if you haven't.

Bold= Shinso talking

Italics= Gin's thoughts

Disclaimer: Toshiro would get more page/screen time if I owned Bleach. And we'd see more Stark and Lillinet because their story made me cry.

Gin watched Toshiro sleep as the sun slowly went down and the world went by in the corridor around him. He watched as the small boy's breathing slowed and his face relaxed into a peaceful sort of smile. And as his son relaxed, so did Gin. He was ok. Toshiro was going to be ok.

I was so worried….

Hey! I was worried too, you need to acknowledge me more, I am a real person here…..Well sort of

But I was worried more than you!

How do you know that?

I just do!

Your arguing skills are dismal

Oh shut up!

"Gin," A soft voice –seemingly loud in the white, echoing room- broke the conversation between Gin and Shinso which for which Gin was grateful. He looked up, saw the person he loved enter the room.

He had never stopped loving Rangiku Matsumoto….

"I want to tell you something." She said sadly, her head bowed, hair curtaining her face. "It's about Toshiro. It's about our son and I need you to listen."

Gin just nodded (of course he would listen) glancing back at his son. The boy was on his side, facing Gin. One of his pale hands was drawn into his chest, the fist clutching at the top of his white 4th division clothes. The other cushioned his face, cradling it gently. His white hair flopped almost lazily over his closed eyes and his mouth was turned upwards in a small smile of satisfaction and tranquillity. He was so adorable. Gin had thought that he would never get the chance to see Toshiro sleep like this since he had left Toshiro in order to protect him. Gin tore his gaze away to look back at Matsumoto who by now had found a chair and was sitting in it, bending forward to stare at her son.

"I, I met Aizen when I was pregnant with Toshiro." She said softly, concentrating on her hands as if she was talking to them, not Gin. "He sought me out, said he felt an incredibly strong reiatsu coming from me."

Gin drew in a breath and looked down at the youngest captain ever who was full of such incredible power.

"Toshiro," He breathed.

"I knew it wasn't me and I told him so, saying he must be confused, that m maybe your reiatsu was still clinging to me but he insisted that it was on me, even if it didn't come from me."

At that moment, Toshiro murmured, his hands clenching into fists and his body tensing. Gin reached a hand out to brush at Toshiro's hair and he relaxed.

Mr Magic Hands now huh

I'm having a conversation now Shinso and it's not with you!

Party pooper

When have I ever said no to a party? Heck, this isn't even a party!

"Um Gin?" Matsumoto once again, interrupted the conversation.

"Sorry Shinso was being a git."

Hey I resent that. I resent you!

I'll get over it

"Anyway soon I realised that Aizen was talking about my child. I didn't yet realise that he –Toshiro- was a boy but instantly I panicked. Babies with high reiatsu were hard to care for; I would probably be the death of him, I could kill him. I broke down in front of Aizen, sobbing some crap about how was I going to provide for him and he offered to help me, said he would care for the child. I said that I had a husband to help me and that we would manage, I just needed some time. Then he threatened me, told me he wanted the baby an refused." Matsumoto started to sob. Gin scooted over, awkwardly patted her back and glanced back at Toshiro who had sweat beading his forehead and was muttering a bit. But Matsumoto re-starting her conversation again drew his focus away.

"T then he came at me, drew his sword and used a kido, one I haven't been able to identify yet. E everything went black; I had to time to even run. I woke up, not knowing anything. All I had was this subconscious message in my head that I didn't want my child, that I wanted to give him. I guess Aizen planned for us to abandon Toshiro and he would swoop in and take him away, raise him as his own. But you stopped that plan by keeping Toshiro. I-"

"Hang on" Gin interrupted. "If he took your memory, how do you know all this, how do you remember?"

"I don't know." Matsumoto muttered, still staring at her hands. The she suddenly looked up, eyes full of fierce determination which didn't match her tone of voice. "I know it sounds like I'm making excuses but I honestly don't know." Her voice was full of desperation, of fear and confusion. 'Maybe he broke the kido, maybe the spell wears off over time. Whatever happened, I don't know but-"

"Hey, hey, hey it's ok, I believe you." Gin said; his voice unnaturally soft and kind. "I always had this uh feeling that you didn't really want to give him up."

"Oh thank goodness you understand. Oh thank you so much." Matsumoto smiled shakily at him, far away from her usual blooming smile but she was smiling at him again. "I remember when I was telling you I didn't want him and even I couldn't believe I was saying it."

Neither could I

You didn't even exist then Shinso

I so did….. Just subconsciously

Now who's arguing skills are dismal

Ouch oh wait that didn't hurt because you suck at comebacks!

"Uh Gin are you arguing with Shinso again?" Matsumoto once again broke into the conversation, this time her face alight with humour and relief.

"Yep," Gin said cheerfully. "Because the git brained sword thinks he can argue better than me."

Matsumoto laughed but then froze when a small voice cried out stop.

In one smooth, synchronized movement, Gin and Matsumoto were looking down at their son who seemed to be having a nightmare.

Toshiro who had sweat beading his forehead and was muttering a bit

Ah crap! And Shinso don't even think about replying

Sheesh I wasn't going to

Yes you were

Ok maybe a little

"No" Toshiro muttered, his head tilting to the side, his hands reaching up to curl around the sheets.

"O oh," Matsumoto said. "I haven't seen him have a nightmare in ages."

"You mean he used to have nightmares?" Gin's head swung to look at her.

"Well yeah." Matsumoto whispered. "Once we –Unohana and I- had to sedate him."

Flashback

Matsumoto jolted out of bed, waking up for apparently no reason at all. But something wasn't right in her son- Taicho's room. She couldn't explain it; she just knew something was wrong. She was up in a flash, dragging her dressing gown on in one smooth movement and running down the corridor to Toshiro's room. She flung the door open; ignoring the crashing sound she made and was greeted with a sickening sight, a sight that would haunt her forever.

Toshiro, her son, her Taicho was thrashing around, crying out in-comprehendible words. His body twisted and jerked as he cried, the sheets caught up in his body. His hands flew up to his face to tear at his skin. This broke Matsumoto out of her daze. She ran forward to pull his hands down, away from his bleeding skin and then his foot was flying up into her chest and she was sent backwards, crashing into the door.

"Taicho!' She cried. "Taicho stop this, you're hurting youself!"

"NO!" Toshiro screamed. "Get away, stop it!"

Matsumoto ran forward again and once again, his flailing limbs sent her flying. She sobbed in despair and helplessness, her brain rushing through all the things she could do.

Try to stop him again

Call for help

Knock him out

Unohana…UNOHANA!

Matsumoto was at a draw in the panicking boy's room in a flash, rooting through it until she found a hell butterfly. She cupped it to her mouth and hurriedly spoke her message, begging for help.

The she turned her attention back to Toshiro who was now scratching at his arms, crying out for someone to stop, for someone –anyone- to help him. Matsumoto took a step but stopped when a voice spoke.

"Don't approach him; he is dangerous at the moment. I have already removed Hyourinmaru from the room. You must be very distraught to not realise I came and went."

"Unohana!" Matsumoto cried in relief. "Oh God can you help me"

Unohana held up a needle, the liquid glowing in the moonlight. "Of course I can, just step back and let me handle this" With the needle ready to go, Unohana approached the traumatized child on the bed who was crying out in mental pain. She lightly dodged a booming kick, dodged a waving arm and leant over Toshiro, the needle aiming for Toshiro's arm.

As if sensing danger despite being asleep, Toshiro kicked out and Unohana chose this moment, when his arms were relaxed, to gently drive the needle into his arm.

He screamed.

Matsumoto shuddered as he cried out in real pain this time, it wasn't in his head. He thrashed around as Unohana drew back, the needle gone.

And soon it was over; Toshiro wasn't thrashing around anymore, he was calm and peacefully sleeping. But the room was a mess, his bed was a mess, Matsumoto's hair, clothes and face was a mess. And she supposed his mind was a mess too.

End flashback

"We have to wake him!" Matsumoto cried as her son began to twist and turn. "Before he goes too far into his dream!"

Gin was on his feet and at Toshiro's side in a second, a hand reaching out to shake Toshiro gently. He didn't want to hurt his miracle. But Toshiro twisted away from Gin, away from the helping hand and lashed out at the wall his bed was up against. Gin winced as the fist made contact with a dull thudding sound.

But Gin was persistent and he knew Matsumoto couldn't bear to see her son like this. So he jumped onto the bed, scooped Toshiro up and held the crying, struggling boy to him. Slowly but surely, Toshiro began to calm. First his struggles slowed and his limbs move to hang at his side. Then his cries died away into whimpers and finally faded away. And then Toshiro opened his eyes, his beautiful turquoise eyes.

And looked into his father's open icy ones.

"D dad?" Toshiro croaked hoarsely. "I it wasn't a dream?"

"What wasn't a dream?" Gin asked, his voice naturally falling into the soft tone he spoke to Toshiro with, the only person he ever used this tone with.

Toshiro you're Ok

Thanks for worrying about me

What was wrong with you?

….Nothing

So shut up!

"That you came back and that you wanted me." Toshiro said, looking down as if embarrassed.

"Hey Toshi, of course that wasn't a dream." Gin said, still in that soft voice coming up with a nick-name for his son on the spot, one that wasn't as embarrassing as miracle.

"And does that mean the other part was a dream?"

"What other part?"

"A Aizen had me and he was hurting me and you and M Matsumoto." Toshiro was only just holding back his sobs. "He k killed you and h hurt mum- Matsumoto badly. And he made me watch"

"Yes that was just a dream." Gin's soft voice came again.

Toshiro looked down again, seemed to see he was in his father's arms and pulled back, awkwardly falling back onto the bed and blushing.

Toshiro then looked around the room, his gaze falling onto Matsumoto's, his body stiffening and his face struggling not to burst into a smile.

"Mu- Matsumoto." He whispered. "Y you came to see me."

"Of course I did but Listen Toshiro, there's something I need to tell you. It's about when you were born and I said t that I didn't want you. And I need you to listen. Please trust me, you want to hear this."

Phew where did that come from? Is this my longest chapter?

Shinso is there to provide humour. Do I write him well? And see, Matsumoto is actually another person hurt by Aizen the bastard. I would never make Matsumoto mean, I love her too much.

A big shout out to my school buddies (And ZakuroU) who all call me Toshi. YOU GUYS ROCK!

And yeah, I got this up one day after Yumichika's B-Day and one day before Shikamaru's. Happy birthday to him as I will be too busy tomorrow to update any stories. Stupid swimming and cousin's birthday parties and SOSE homework and science.

PLEASE REVIEW! I'm begging you. Just one word, sentence, paragraph is all it has to be but please review.