100 Romantic Bleach Drabbles
Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite, not to me.
Author's Note: Well, it's officially been Tuesday for like, three minutes. So I'm posting this now. I have to work tomorrow night and I'm not sure if I'm going to be available to post this one before hand, so I'm doing it now! I have to warn you, this one is a "What If" scenario that's total crack. It's inspired by one of many theories Dragen Eyez and I had about various Bleach characters. Aizen may be super evil, but Nanao is definitely the scarier of the two.
Dedicated to Dragen Eyez and her ability to help create insane Bleach theories.
Many thanks to my readers and reviewers CyberJello, blackteaplease, and PunkRockHolly!
37. Dark
"Does it look all right?" Ise Nanao asked as she stepped into Ichimaru Gin's line of vision, dressed in the full white uniform of Hueco Mundo. The silver haired man looked the petite woman over and his grin widened.
"Ya look like a dark angel," he replied. She definitely looked better than when he had found her in the world of the living.
"Thank you, I think," she replied and readjusted her glasses on her face.
"Ya made th' right choice, y'know. Ain't so bad'ere an' Aizen-sama will treat ya wi' more respect than any of them Shinigami ever did," Gin said as he closed the distance between them. He had known Nanao since he was a child prodigy in the Gotei 13. She had only been a few years younger when he met her but he had sensed within her the same sort of wild darkness he saw within himself. Unbeknownst to most people, Gin had forged a close bond with Nanao. She was just as close and dear to him as Rangiku had been. It was that bond that drove him to rescue her in her moment of need.
Nanao looked up at him. "Gin."
"Whatever he did t'make ya run, I swear it ain't goin' unpaid for," Gin told her, taking on a rare serious air.
Nanao just nodded. Without having to explain anything, she was certain Gin knew what had happened. He had always had a way with grasping things that went unspoken between them. He had been the perfect companion while they grew up in the Seireitei.
"Was never a good enough man t'be wi' ya anyway," Gin continued as he wrapped his arms around Nanao. He had always hated the way others seemed to take advantage of Nanao's talents, especially Kyouraku. Gin knew she had deserved better than she got and he had never been afraid to speak his mind about it to her. "Yer too smart and strong willed fer people like that, Nanao. Y'were wasted as a Shinigami."
Nanao just relaxed in his embrace. She had missed hearing Gin speak her praises, his confidence in her. It had only been a few months but to Nanao, it had felt like centuries. "I missed having you to talk to," she murmured while she breathed in his scent. As usual, he smelled like persimmons. "Is it really okay for me to be here?"
Gin gently pushed Nanao back so he could look her in the eye. "Even Aizen-sama is afraid o'you, Nanao. He ain't stupid enough t'get ya on his bad side."
"Are you afraid of me then?"
Gin smirked. Nah. Ya don' scare me a bit. Yer jus' like me, 'cept yer much prettier," he replied, still being serious despite his smirk.
Nanao blushed but pulled Gin closer to her once more. "Do I really scare Aizen?"
Gin smirked more. "Jus' goin' t'have t'find out, ain't ya? B'sides, I put in a a lot o'good words fer ya."
"You always take good care of me," she said softly.
"'Cause yer my dark angel, Nanao. Yer th' only gal who ever really understood what goes on in my head."
"Because I lo–" Nanao clamped a hand over her mouth before she could finish her sentence. Gin just stared at her, shocked. Since he had known her, she had never come close to admitting any sort of feelings she may or may not have had for him.
"Nanao, ya really do have feelings!" Gin exclaimed, teasing her.
Nanao fixed him with one of her famous glares, causing a shiver to race down Gin's spine.
"Yknow, that's real sexy Nanao… And I love ya too." Gin bent his head and kissed Nanao fiercely. Nanao tightened her hold on Gin and returned the kiss just as fiercely.