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The sound of whimpering woke him up. Daichi peeled his eyes open to find what the source of the noise is. Being interrupted from the dreams of his cold Captain was enough to sour even the happiest of people's mood. His eyes searched out the room for the anything that could be the cause of his bad mood. However, when he saw Rangiku's face contorted as she tossed and turned, his bad mood vanished. Luckily for him, he hadn't suffered from nightmares before. The amount of time he actually thought about anything that could cause nightmares was so insignificant that his mind was never filled with 'what ifs' and 'I should haves', nothing tormenting him into restless sleeps.
Daichi didn't know what to do. You don't wake them, that's dangerous. No, that's sleep walking, you idiot! His mind was at war with itself trying to think of what to do. In the end, Daichi just said, "Screw it." and strode up to Rangiku and shook her shoulders. She shot up, grabbed his wrist and flipped him over. Rangiku hovered above him with her forearm against his throat. Daichi's eyes widen as he saw the her eyes, wild and frantic. "Ran... giku." Daichi choked out. She's so strong.
As the mist cleared from her vision, Rangiku began to collect herself and recognize things around the room. The bed she was on, the walls, the man underneath her. Her ice blue eyes widen at the look on Daichi's face. His usual calm amber eyes were wide and she didn't know what was going on. That's when she felt something move on her arm. Looking down, she saw her forearm pressed forcefully on Daichi's throat. She felt his Adam's Apple bob as he swallowed. Slowly, Rangiku lifted her arm from him and shuffled away.
Watching as his Rangiku moved away, he sucked in a deep, desperate breath. He had been in many confrontations in his Shinigami life, but seeing the wild look in Rangiku's eyes was scary. At one point he didn't think she would snap out of it. He sat up and look to Rangiku who held her knees close to her chest. "Hey, it's okay." He told her, "Don't worry about me. Despite what people might think, I'm not weak. Although, it could be said that I was taken down by a girl in her sleep." He joked.
Despite herself, Rangiku smiled at Daichi's self-deprecation. Looking over at him, in the moonlight, Rangiku could see the beginnings of a bruise on his neck. She furrowed her brow, "Does it hurt?" She asked quietly.
Daichi tilted his head, "It'll take a lot more than a mild choking to hurt me, Princess." When he didn't see even the slightest quirk of her lips, Daichi answered sincerely, "No, I've had worse." His amber eyes regarded her for a moment, "Did you want to talk about it?" He asked.
She shook her head, "Not really." Rangiku stated, "I am sorry. For waking you and interrupting your dream of Sui Feng."
Blushing slightly, Daichi smiled wistfully, "It's all it will ever be." he said quietly. Daichi was okay with it, he was, it was just the idea of wanting something but never being able to have it. Plastering on a smile, Daichi looked at her, "I'm sure you don't have that problem."
He was right, she never had that problem except when it mattered. With Gin, she had no idea whether she knew how she felt. Rangiku had already resigned herself to the belief that they would be no more other than friends. After he had followed Aizen, she realized that she never really knew him anyway. After that, it was always easy for her to attract male attention, wanted or unwanted. However, after developing feelings for her Captain, she couldn't get him to notice her. Not in the way she wanted. It was always said the best things in life were worth waiting for and so far she had shown the patience of a saint. "You'd be surprised." She muttered under her breath.
Unsure of whether he was supposed to hear her, but he did. Daichi tried to bite his tongue but he has always had trouble with keeping his mouth shut when he should. But, after what her night already, Daichi stopped himself. They sat in silence, Rangiku on one side and Daichi perched on the corner. It wasn't awkward but it wasn't exactly comfortable. Daichi knew Rangiku was shaken up by her nightmare. He cast a furtive glance her way and noticed her looking at him with a curious look in her eyes. Daichi arched an eyebrow, "I know I'm handsome but staring? Really?" Daichi remarked.
She rolled her eyes, beginning to calm down. Rangiku was thankful that Daichi didn't push her to talk about her nightmare. They've been recurring since Gin had left with Aizen. They were always the same, Gin dragging her to Hueco Mundo and in the end killing her. She couldn't and wouldn't talk about it or Gin. "Tell me about yourself. I can't sleep and you're obviously awake, we may as well get to know each other."
This was not what he wanted to talk about, when she knew about his past, Daichi knew she'd treat him differently. The only people who knew of his past was Captain Ukitake and Kaien. His Captain had to know for obvious reasons and he told Kaien because he was his best friend. The thought of telling someone else, especially Rangiku, a prolific gossip among the women of the Seireitei, he smiled warmly at her and said, "Ladies first."
She knew when someone deflected her questions and it aggravated her as much as sexist men. Rangiku gave him a pointed look, "Let's play a game then." Rangiku told him, "I ask you something and you answer and you do the same for me."
Daichi shrugged, he didn't see the harm in a game like that, it's not as if Rangiku would ask the question he did't want to answer. "Sure, you can go first? Being a lady and all."
With that, the two began to play their game. Rangiku went first, "Favorite color?"
He snorted, Daichi expected her to head straight for the personal questions, "Really?" He asked, she didn't waver, "Orange. What's your favorite color?"
"Teal." She stated simply, avoiding eye contact.
Rangiku looked out if the tiny window and saw the bright light of the moon. A tiny part of her hoped to see some snow fall it would let her know that her Captain was near by, she felt guilty because of her feelings for him. He was so young and she was... who she was. It was a problem she could get over if she knew he felt the same, but could she get over what everyone else thought about her? Ignoring those thoughts, Rangiku continued their game, asking innocent questions and Daichi returned with the same questions. Hobbies, favorite foods, light stuff. After a while, Rangiku was okay to fall asleep again.
