Spring Cleaning
Rangiku never liked spring cleaning, she
always ended up doing it for days and then ruining the house again
over the next year.
"This is pointless," she sighed.
She leaned back against a wall. She began to wonder why she had done
this again before something caught her eye, she reached over and
pulled out an old photograph from beneath a pile of junk. She studied
it for a moment before her eyes began to water and she was having
trouble choking back tears. In her hand was her childhood, and the
last she would ever see of Ichimaru Gin.
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A/n:
so depressing . . . . ok! now that that's over, FUN TIME!
