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Why Did You Let Go? Raging Flower Mix
His back looks large as he looks back. There's no way for me to read his expression, no way for me to see his real soul...
Goodbye, Rangiku.
Why? Why are you leaving? I can't understand, I'll never understand. I've never understood you before, and I never will...
Sorry.
"Matsumoto...Oi! Matsumoto!"
Rangiku woke to the violent brightness of the Soul Society sun. The light glared into her eye light a spotlight that had found an escaping prisoner. I front of her stood Hitsugaya, her captain, looking a bit worried. Next to her, sprawled on the ground still, was Kira, who had not yet woken from his drunken slumber.
Rangiku groaned and held her head, "What is it, Captain?"
Hitsugaya just sighed, "We're going to see Ichigo and the others off. You coming?"
Matsumoto looked to her side and nudged Kira's horrible, sleeping excuse for a soul,
"I'll stay until he wakes up, so I know if he'll need...medical attention..."
Hitsugaya simply nodded and headed out the door. Rangiku held her head and searched her pockets to see if she had some sort of medicine that she might have gotten from a 4th division. The search was in vain. She gave up and looked around, looking for something to interest herself.
"...Captain..."
Matsumoto almost "spilled" for the second time in what she hoped was 24 hours. Turning carefully, she saw that is was only Kira, talking in his sleep.
"...Please do your work, sir...Sir...You have to sign the paperwork, sir..."
Rangiku smiled at the though that Gin would skip out on work. He seemed like the type, she supposed. She lent back sighing. It was hard to believe that the appearance of the Menos was only a short time ago. Now that she thought of it, the time she was a equal of Gin in the Rukongai seemed like hundred of thousands of years before.
Their part of the other edges of the Soul Society was poor. It was a happy place sometimes, never the less, and the children went wherever they pleased. Gin and Rangiku strolled near a brook, while watching the sun set somewhere far away.
"Rangiku," Gin called, kicking a small rock with his foot.
"Yes, Gin?" Rangiku kicked the rock as well, giving it back to Gin.
"I think I'm going to be a Shinigami," he said off-handedly, kicking the rock higher into the air, before it landed back to the ground in the young girl's path.
"Why would you do that? Shinigamis are just people who think they're the highest beings in the universe. After they do a soul burial, they never think of us again," she kicked the rock back to the white haired boy, wondering why he would bring up such a strange subject.
He stopped, and turned to looked at her, his face unreadable to her,
"I'm going to be different, Rangiku. I'm going to use all my power to change the Rukongai," he picked up the rock and with a slight twitch of his hand, let it burst into flame, "I'm not going to waist this power I have. I'm going to use it to change everything that we find wrong," the flame disappeared. He seemed to smile at her, "But let's go together Rangiku, I don't think I can do it alone."
Matsumoto sighed, wondering why she should remember such things.
I'm not hurt Gin, I know you'll come back.
Walking over to the window she leaned on the sill and looked up to the sky.
It'll never be goodbye, we'll always be connected.
She watched the clouds and the new morning sun, and smiled.
I'll forgive you.
It sucks worse than last time! Ahh... dead
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