Bartender
Rangiku was once again the last person at the bar that Saturday night. The bartender was used to her face by now, after all, she was there weekly, and he knew her story by heart. She told him every night she came to drink about her childhood friend who would leave mysteriously and never say where he was going. He knew about how he had broken her heart when he left for the final time. And he especially knew something she didn't, he knew where Ichimaru Gin was, and he knew when he'd be back. And although Rangiku had no idea who he was, due to alcohol distorting her vision and memory, he knew because he planned it all, him, Aizen Sousuke.
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A/n:
how creepy would that be? I need a funny one again . . .
