I am so sunk and so sorry. This story got way out of control and way out there! I... anyone that is able or tries to read this I deeply apologize, but in the heat of the day this is all I have and time is definately out.

A not so quite Gin/Stark paring.

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Gin watched the evening stars sullenly. The brightness and sharpness of the genial stars seemed dull. There was nothing, but loneliness in the far horizons and Gin felt it strongly inside of him. He had forgotten a day that he had never forgotten before. It was so unlike him, yet the blame could easily be blamed upon his current situation. The bland railing of the opulent balcony was cool beneath his touch; quite a contrast to the warm tea cup in his hand.

Normally Gin would have had tea with Aizen and Tousen, but today he felt out of place. Somehow confusion had befallen him and Gin wished to only be alone. He sighed audibly and sipped some tea. Placing the cup down a sudden warm flush came to his face and he smiled. The twisting feeling in his stomach dissipated and a small smile touched Gin's face.

Shaking his head he stared at the cup. This was a strange feeling no doubt. In a way he felt as though he was not in control. As if something had taken him over. Rubbing his eyes, Gin left the tea cup on the railing and turned around. There in the entry way of the balcony stood Stark.

"Hey, Aizen-sama's wondering why you're not at tea."

"Re…a, I…" Gin was at a loss of words. His mouth formed to speak a phrase that was strongly unfamiliar. Suddenly he blurted the words without sufficient consideration. "I love you."

Stark shook his head without any thought to what his superior had said. He was yawning at that second as looking for the ex-shinigami had been tiring. What happened next though would assuredly wake him. Especially as Gin's arms wrapped around him, bringing Stark closer until his body framed the shinigami's.

The Arrancar's hands shoved against Gin's chest as Gin's right arm stayed around his waist, and his left hand moved up to cradle Stark's head and pull him into a kiss. It lasted far too short for Gin and far too long for Stark. The latter scrambled away in wide-eyed exasperation.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!???" Stark had begun to stand when Gin tried to step forward. There was something "off" about him and Stark knew it. For now the "fight or flight" instinct had set in and Stark had chosen flight. Staring into Gin's eyes only confirmed the real insanity of the situation. A swift kick from Stark was caught by Gin.

He cocked his head and smiled. "Bringing you closer to me."

With that Gin pulled Stark closer by his foot and kneeled down on the ground. "Oh, Matusmoto," Gin whispered as he buried his face in Stark's neck.

Szayel raced down a corridor after a shadow. He only hoped to not be late. Apache had come into his lab with a tray for tea. She had, in her anger, slammed her hand on a table and set vials spinning in the air. One of which had broken over the tray without her knowledge. Szayel was terrified when he found out which vial had been broken. The consequences would be even worse if Aizen were to accidently drink from one of the cups.

At that, Szayel only had a faint idea as to how exactly the liquid in the red vial worked. "Apache WAIT!"

The look she gave him when she turned around was stone cold. Szayel felt Apache's eyes pierce through him and he averted her gaze to quickly relay the information. "Give me the tray."

"What?! You've given me enough trouble! Go clean up that mess in your lab, lab rat!"

He shook his head. "No, one of the vials's spilled onto the tray and cups. You have to use something else."

Suddenly Apache's face contorted. "Are you joking?"

"No definitely not," he implored. "How could I joke about such a thing? This is dire."

"Well, let's say I trust you…"

"You have to trust me!" Szayel cocked his head as he surveyed the tray again. "There's a cup missing…"

"It was Gin," she admitted, "he wanted to have tea alone for some reason, ordered me to…"

"Where did he go?"

Apache sighed and pointed back the way Szayel had come. "He went that way."

Szayel left to find Gin in the direction she had pointed out; leaving Apache alone to clean everything up. She stared at the tray and began to wonder. "What if this stuff gets on me?" her eyes squinted, "How come I can't see it?"

Stark was at a loss for everything. His mind could not fathom the change in his superior. This change which was positively extraordinary made even weirder when Gin uttered another's name. The name caused the ex-shinigami to shiver in excitement.

"Oh, no you don't!"

Stark heard a recognizable voice behind him. His heart jumped to his throat as he tried to shove Gin off once again. The Arrancar had a little help though as Szayel grabbed Gin.

"Oh my gosh! What's wrong with you!!??" Stark yelled at Gin who was being held back by Szayel.

Gin chuckled a little. Szayel stared at the Espada blankly. "What's wrong with you, Stark? Run for it!"

"You're helping me?"

"NO! I'm helping myself! GO!"

Stark shrugged and turned to walk away. "Well if you…"

Just then Szayel dashed past Stark. "I insist!"

The Arrancar did not need to look back, he took off as well. Quickly he gained on Szayel racing through the hallways; Gin hot on their trail. The two barely managed to lose their squinty eyed superior.

Stark turned to Szayel and begin with a serious voice. "What did you do?"

"I have nothing to admit to. It's all Apache's fault; Halibel needs to keep her…"

"I DON'T," Stark started, but quieted, "care about her! I want to know what Gin took that has…"

"Made him a perverted, depraved…"

Stark held his hand up and looked away. "Made him different, that's all."

"Are you kidding? The guy has gone insane. Alright, there was a vial in my lab and Apache knocked it over onto the Aizen's tea tray and into the cups…"

"So Aizen and Tousen could be like this too?"

"No, I caught up to her in time."

"Not in time for Gin."

"Well I can't be everywhere at once."

"How come you didn't just…"

"I was checking the vial label! This is what I get for helping others!"

"Naw, wait, is there an antidote?"

Szayel thought for a second. "Well… no."

At this point Stark reached over and began to strangle Szayel. Sadly, this blew their cover and hiding place. Gin could be heard announcing, "Come to me my Sake goddess!"

Szayel raced past Grimmjow & Ulquiorra for his life, followed by Stark, followed by Gin. The blue headed Arrancar laughed and slapped Ulquiorra on the back.

"Look at the suckers run! Finally some life to this place!"

Gin's voice echoed, "Lovey bunny come back!"

Grimmjow's face fell. "Oh that's…"

"Totally right," the voice came from Apache. "Szayel deserves whatever he's got right now. Stupid potion the idiot made. I mean is this all he does in that lab of his?"

Ulquiorra almost asked a question, but Grimmjow's curiosity beat him to it. "So what the heck is going on?"

Apache explained quite happily. Ulquiorra nodded and spoke softly, "It's some kind of love potion?"

"Yeah I went back to the lab and found the label. I mean only one vial broke so it was easy to find. I guess it causes the first person you see to look like the one person you love. Then it causes a bunch of crazy side effects: vomiting, bad breath, ulcers, erection though I have no idea what that is. But really there's no idea what will happen," said Apache.

Grimmjow's face was blank and of course, Ulquiorra stoic as ever. Wonderweiss walked into the middle of the group and stopped. Everyone looked at him. "Just like Viagra."

Whatever else the little guy said was lost. Apache looked up to the other two and placed her hand on her hip. "What is Viagra?"

"NOTHING!" said Grimmjow and Ulquiorra in unison.

She rolled her eyes and waved them off. "Whatever, you two are so screwed up."

After she left there was an awkward silence. Wonderweiss sat babbling before Grimmjow and Ulquiorra. The blue headed Arrancar swallowed then spoke slowly, "I bet you could use that stuff."

Ulquiorra stared at him. Then Grimmjow noticed his comrades face. "Hey, you're eye just twitched! Well nice to see you show emotion. I'm outta here."

Too bad Grimmjow didn't see Ulquiorra's fist.

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Anynymys1