Burial

The burial was quiet, no one really had anything pleasant to say about a traitor, but being as it was soul society, they always believed in a proper burial. At the front of the scene stood a golden haired woman with an emotionless look on her face. She was his killer, and she hadn't hesitated one bit to spill his blood with her Haineko. He didn't deserve to live, he didn't even deserve for her to attend the burial, but she had to say goodbye, you see even though she'd never stop loving him, Matsumoto Rangiku had slain Ichimaru Gin.

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a/n: I ish so mean . . . well, it's evil or perverted . . . pick one . . . I pick evil for the next, but soon I'll be back to perverted, and maybe I can write a normal one again, like Sunset . . . I liked that one . . .