Note: This story is mainly of one shots of GinRukia, but if I get inspiration for other couples, or requests, I will write them for you as best I can.
Each beginning note is for the chapter that it's in, if that makes sense. So if you read the next few lines, and don't like it, then is the time to leave.
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First reviewer gets a cookie and hug from Gin or Rukia!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach
Warnings: Cursing and spoilers for chapters 160 up.
Rating: T
Genre: Angst
Couple: GinRukia

More Than Friends
This Chapter: There is a Time

Ichimaru placed his large hand behind Rukia's head. Her hair was soft, and a little damp. It cooled his hand down, and absorbed some of his hand's sweat. He leaned inwards, pulling Rukia closer to him at the same time.

"Kuchiki-san…" his eyes were heavily lidded, and he wanted this more than anything. The problem was, Kuchiki Rukia hated him, and would never let him near her.

Even in his dreams.

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"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Gin walked away from the disturbed Kuchiki Rukia. He could not believe he just did that. He looked at himself from another angle.

He looked down at his hands, he looked down at his broad figure, Gin, you bastard. You cold hearted … fucked up BASTARD.

He walked, as if in a trance, to his headquarters. He had given Rukia hope, and then tore it so disgustingly away from her.

"Taichou…" some guy bowed to him. He nodded back, unaware, "will you be at Kuchiki – sama's … execution?"

"Mmm."

"We were all think-"

"If you'll excuse me?"

"Ano, gomen. Hai,"

Ichimaru Gin ambled on, towards his office. He did not know what he would do, but he was not going to let this misery – hidden behind a smile – go on.

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He glanced to his left.

Where his razor stood.

He looked back at the mirror.

Razor.

Mirror.

Razor.

Mirror…

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Gin bled on and on, yet carried on slashing away at his wrist. Lying, arm on lap, on the tiled floor, his vision went blurry.

His eyes swam in and out of focus. No. He tried to pull himself up, leaving trails of blood running down the side of the walls, and oozing in deep scarlet puddles on the floor. Right now, he had to keep a promise to a friend.

There is a time for laughter, and a time for sadness.
A time for talking, and a time for silence.
There is a time for loyalty, a time for morals.
There is a time for death, and a time for life.

This was time for life.

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Aizen Souske, Ichimaru Gin, and Tousen Kaname stood together. The sky opened as hundreds of Minos Grande pulled the blue open. As Gin rose up, he blew a kiss to the one he had always loved.

There was a time for sadness. This was it.
There was a time for silence. This was it.
There was a time for loyalty. This was it.
And in the end, all of this, was the cause for death.

OWARI