A/N: Kind of Gin/Izuru. I did this one awhile ago---as thought of if the two ever encountered each other what it would be like. I do read the manga xo don't hurt me. Thought it'd be something different.

Title: Collision

Pairings/Characters: Gin/Izuru

Rating: PG

Genre: General?

Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach

Words: 533

Number: #4

The moon was red that night, oozing a sickly red color that covered blotches of the moon, deeper colored then the rest. Beside it, the starts that weren't covered twinkled in delight. Illuminating the sky further. There was a shudder in the skies, and the rain began to fall.

Below two figures stood outside, underneath the plummeting fall of rain hitting their backs. Soaking their uniforms until the bodies sagged with the unnecessary weight. It was the late hours of the night, no one was awake, and no one needed to be.

It was the perfect time for intruders.

Such was, the traitor of Soul Society confronted with the new Taichou of 3rd division.

It had only been a few years since he turned, ruined the council and plotted behind the councils back. Manipulated everyone to do his bidding, and his supposed master, Aizen-ex Taichou. One well respected, and the other a slithering white snake that wrapped around everyone's finger to be the prime suspect. His smile, like fangs, froze everyone with an unknown venom that leaked through.

Made them fear.

"Oiya, oiya, Kira-ku---" the man began, cut off by the bold captain in front of him, wielding a familiar Zanpakutou.

"Don't speak. I sensed your Reiatsu the moment you entered. Do not try and worm your way out of this with pleasantries. You're not welcome here." No longer was the blonde a sniveling coward. No longer did he kiss the hem of his master's robe, demanding attention and the calloused palm on his head, petting him like a common animal.

Now he stood with hardened eyes, the possibility of Bankai breached, and skill of combat further mastered. His hair hadn't changed; he hadn't aged physically, and yet…

Gin smiled, bushing back his imperfect silver bangs, flicking the wet raindrops away.

He still had memories of the nights when Shinsou would dig into the skin and spill blood. Kira had begged for scars every night. Had groveled at his feet for attention. Do anything for it…

In his eyes, the eyes of one always a predator, Kira was still his.

"Leave Gin." The tone was harsh from the blonde. The hand tightened around his weapon, boldly taking a step forward. No longer wavering in steps, in thoughts, in feelings. He walked forward until he was directly beside the man, no longer looking at him from the front or side.

"Ara…? No longer my broken toy ne…?"

Neither party moved.

It took the 3rd Taichou several moments before he spoke, "You never had one to begin with." He coldly brushed shoulders with the taller man, confident in all aspects and strode forward never once looking back.

And as the rain continued to fall, the snake opened his eyes. His smile retracted like a tongue until only a grim expression swept across his face.

"No…" he murmured, "I suppose I didn't."

For if he did. He was sure…

Very sure…

That he would have come running, begging, and still filled with despair.