Title: Her Sins.

Summary: Matsumoto is a woman that regrets but rarely stopped to look back on her mistakes, that was until he left her.

Chapter Three: Lust

To desire when it is not necessary

-Lust

You would never see it in her eyes or on her face but he could tell she was a rather lonely girl. When he had saved her, she did not thank him, instead she gave him company. Slowly she began to grow on him, and so he started to pull away. He wasn't ready for someone to cling to him, to rely on him, to wait for him. He needed his space, he wanted his freedom. So the night he abandoned her, he shattered her, burned her to ashes.

Who could've guessed she broke a bit of him as well?

And just like that, he was the one that was clingy. His eyes hid under his skin and he refused to open up. His once perfect shell of independence had been cracked. She had done it without him noticing. Clever as she was, he could do better. The days slowly passed by and he began to miss his little playmate but he didn't go back, for she had someone else now.

Someone more kind and understanding but he could never love her as he did. This someone would hold her in his arms whenever she was down. He could pull her out of her bad drinking habits. Someone that she needed far more than him. Someone the exact opposite of him. Yet even with all that, he would never be able to fully erase the memories he had imprinted in her mind.

He was a twisted, cruel man but like his zanpakutou he was possessive. He would protect her and shield her from the worst but would never fully open himself up to her.

Rudy eyes strayed from reality and tried to recall her words.

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Crickets could be heard chirping outside her open bedroom window and a cool breeze was blowing in time to time causing the window curtains to dance. It was just another hazy day in paradise... Where are you going, Gin... You can stay with me, can't you? Gin... Why? Why... you never answered me. Where were you running to? She rolled her head to the side and watched the curtains ripple with the passing breezes. She had always hated being alone. It was during these times, when it was only her and herself, that she couldn't avoid thinking and dwelling into the past. Rangi-chan... yatayata, yer so damn clingy ain't ya? I ain't goin' no where ya wanna be. So, jus keep holdin' on ta me and enjoy what we got. Clutching her fists tightly, Matsumoto stared off silently. I couldn't hold on to you, Gin... you bastard. She shut her eyes, struggling to hold back tears, "I hate you." Sobbing, she whispered again, "I hate you so much." It was the memories that always seemed to torture her. Long ago, she was unable to hold on to Gin who slipped through her grasp.

Despite this, she never let go.