Rating: NC-15

He watched the woman running. It wouldn't have been any deal for him to cut off her steps, after all she was a mere human and he a more than skilled shinigami. Yet it was way more fun to chase her around and indulge in the flattering gorgeous light brown hair lying after her, her delicate white legs speeding up aevery time he let her hear his steps. Hearing her heavy, labored breath, smelling this unbelievably sweet fear.

Gin loved it.

It was so much fun.

The end of it was near though The woman wouldn't be able to run much further. But... how would she react when he approached her... He didn't know that. Yet. He wanted to find out.

He had spotted her in a dark alleyway, curled up in a dark, halfway rotten entrance. He wouldn't even have noticed her if she hadn't hummed , in a low, soft voice. Then, he wouldn't have cared over some weary girl freezing to death in a poor quarter of a larger city somewhere in the living world. She might be better off in Soul Society anyway; and if not, who cared? Nobody had cared about him. No reason tho waste his time at her.

Yet she had jumped to her feet when he approached, looking at him with wide, scared eyes. She had slid past him and run.

And now her run had come to an and. He could hear her, the fabric of the girl's thin coat scrubbing against the wall as she shifted in weary anticipation.

His grin widened as he slowly turned the corner.

And looked directly into the muzzle of a gun.

"Stay away!" She stated grimly, lips pressed together. All of her was shaking, all... except her hands, closed around the metal. It seemed to calm her down in some way. She seemed.. used to it.

"Why should I?" He opened his arms, holding his palms out, showing her his totally unarmed body. "I don' wanta harm ye... Jus' worried 'bout yer."

"Of course you are." She inhaled sharply. "You don't even believe yourself, do you?" She shivered, and he knew that it wasn't the cold. It was his smile, his never ending, unnerving grin. One more thing to love this girl... people who feared him were the most entertaining ones.

"Oh, ye really hurt me." He drew nearer, ignoring the weapon. "Don't ye wanna apologize?"

She shook her head desperately, and he jumped at the chance. Her lips, parting to retort something, were met by hard, grinning ones, and the words that formed at the tip of her tongue were cut short by another tongue invading her mouth and pushing back her own one. She tried to bite down on it, but the man jerked one of her own thumb between her teeth, which stopped the movement altogether, not just because of the barrier but also because of the pain.

"There's a good girl." His breath against her parted lips made her shiver again, and this time it was disgust. He nearly laughed. It was so damn ieasy/i, and so damn ientertaining/i...

His free hand was already gliding down her neck, around it and sank into her shirt. She tried to free herself now, tried to shake him of with all of her strength, but he was way too heavy for her thin, fragile frame.

Slender fingers ripped the shirt opened and began to explore the bared breasts. Gin didn't care about the cold; he had had worse in Rukongai, and much worse in his life; besides, the woman was not too cold, and he started to be aroused himself anyway.

Fun was much more important than catching a cold. To him.

The woman wasn't important anyway.

She winced and tried to back away once more when he flipped her nipples softly, yet there was the wall in her back, that wouldn't let her go anywhere. She pressed her eyes tightly shut, unconsciously mirroring her assaulter's face lightly.

But right when those fingers moved down towards her pants, a large, strong hand grabbed his arm and jerked it away from her.

Gin didn't need to turn around to recognize the man. "What's it? Wanna have some fun like this, too?" He surely knew how to enrage the larger man, and he loved it. Emotions were so easy to toy with.

"That's no fun," replied the other man grimly. "That's definitely no fun, and you will let go of that woman inow/i."

"Will I?" He ignored the uncomfortable angle his arm was squeezed into.

"Yes."

Finally, they locked stares. Gin didn't open his eyes, yet Isshin managed to do so every time he was mad at him. Which meant, at least once every week since they had been assigned to this district together.

"Let. Go. Of. Her."

"Oh, yeah, yeah." He let go of her, sensing that his colleague was way too pissed to get himself out of shit easily if he didn't comply. And Aizen-taichou wouldn't be pleased about trouble. Not yet. Taken that in cosideration, he shrugged his shoulders and gave the other a cruel wink. "Have yer fun, huh?"

And away he was, leaving an angered shinigami and a sobbing, scared human.

Isshin sighed and knelt down to lay his own jacket around the woman's shoulders. "I'll get him punished for this." He promised. "Don't worry, he's gone."

She blinked and gazed up to him through a curtain of light brown, wavy hair, hardly washed yet cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall. Nearly too low to hear, a word formed on her lips. "Thanks."

He smiled reassuring. "Oh, I totally forgot. My name's Kurosaki Isshin. What's your name, lady?" The word would have sounded hypocritic from anybody else. But this certain man had something about him that made anything he said come straight from his heart. Strangely, and despite not knowing him at all, she felt that she could trust him.

And she smiled back. "It's Saito. Saito Masaki."