Umm... I dunno. Worked too long, I guess. Sleepy, sleepy. Love you all!
Thanks to: Renji's Girll and Solar Kitty
12. Running Away
Food was a perpetual want for them, but there was only so much food two children could earn with work and catching fish and such. They had to steal.
Rangiku, with her fiery blonde locks, always went up to the vender. "Hi."
The vender stared at her, saying nothing.
"These look like really nice onions."
"They aren't for poor children," he said. "No hand-outs. Get away with you!"
Rangiku frowned and said, "Well fine. Tough luck to you!"
She grabbed a small onion. The vender ran around to her, and she danced back into the crowd. The vender followed, chasing after her, shouting "Thief!" and cursing all the while. Rangiku flew down narrow alleys and whirled around sharp corners. She dove through narrow openings and wriggled under fences. When she felt safe again, Rangiku made her way back towards the shack.
She only had an onion, but the moment the vender moved away to chase her, Gin would have the real bounty. He was much better at sneaking around than she was, despite his unusual hair.
Rangiku stuck to routes she had explored with Gin beforehand as much as possible. It was safer that way; there was less chance of being caught or getting into trouble as she ran.
A man blocked her way. "Where're you going, pretty girl?" He grabbed Rangiku's arm.
He stank of a bar, and he pressed his rancid face close to hers. Rangiku went still for half a second. Then she threw the onion at him as hard as she could. It startled him enough to loosen his grip.
She ran, "Gin! Gin!" She prayed he was nearby when she heard the footsteps behind her gaining ground fast.
Gin slid past her, and she heard the impact or a body hitting another body. She kept running. Soon, she found the food Gin had stolen; she scooped it up, barely loosing stride. There were times she would help Gin, but she knew that most of the time, it was better just to run.
At home, she started to prepare dinner, but she also got out the bandages and disinfectants.
Gin returned soon after she was done preparing. There were slashes of blood across yukata, and splatters across his face. Rangiku tugged him towards her impromptu first aid station quickly, eyes wide.
"Mos' of it ain't mine," he said, waving his hands.
Rangiku wiped away the blood with a rag; he was right. He had a slash on his arm, a few bruises, and a few scratches on his face. His hands looked the worst. Ragged knuckles looked bloody and raw. She did not ask questions, she just cleaned him up and covered wounds where she could.
"I'm glad you're okay," she said.
"Same ta you." He wrapped his arms around her. They held each other tight, each a little afraid of what could have happened.
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