DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bleach or any of the related titles.
A/N: I am exhausted…but I quit my job…so the good thing is, I can sleep in, and stay up later writing my fics…I'm sorry this AN isn't longer, but my bed is calling me. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 10: Mission Impossible
The night rolled on and Gin found himself falling asleep upon the very book he was supposed to be translating. Despite the loud commotion going on at the gates to the prison, Gin failed to stir, even when the intruder stood just beyond the bars of his cell.
"Ichimaru…"
Gin's mouth twitched slightly as his pink tongue passed across the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be having a pleasant dream as his character smile danced across his lips and he moaned softly.
"Ichimaru!" the voice sounded a bit more urgently.
Frustrated with their inability to wake the sleeping Gin, the visitor slammed their hand against the wall, causing the whole prison to shake. Gin woke abruptly, though he didn't appear to be greatly disturbed by the small earthquake.
"Wha-?" he looked around, and froze when he saw the dark figure outside his cell. "Come for a nightly chat, Ran-chan?" his smile was apparent as he moved into the moonlight streaming through a high window.
His visitor didn't reply, however, but instead moved into the light as well, revealing a young, male face.
"I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else, Gin…"
Gin tried to hide his shock, slipping the book behind him as subtly as possible. Unfortunately, Aizen spotted it before he had completely hidden it.
"Ah, that's where that is…" he reached through the bars to pull the book from Gin's grasp. "I've been wondering where that went. And you told me you didn't know where it was."
"I didn't…" Gin replied calmly. "At the time. Someone from the Soul Society brought it to me while I was in here. Askin' me to translate it for 'em…"
He wasn't entirely lying.
"Who?" Aizen flipped through the pages, as if he were checking to see if all the pages were accounted for. "Your precious Ran-chan?"
Gin stiffened, looking up at Aizen, who seemed more interested in the book than his companion. "No…" he answered. "And she's not my 'precious' anythin', Cap'n…"
"Oh no?" Aizen raised his eyebrows, finally closing the book with a snap, satisfied with his inspection. "Why is it I don't believe you?"
"I was usin' her to get to the other Cap'ns…" he explained. "She's got Hitsugaya…"
"Ah," Aizen nodded, "Very true…very true…"
Gin grinned wider, secretly due to the fact that Aizen seemed to believe him. At least for a few seconds. Aizen sighed deeply and
leaned against a nearby wall, sliding the book into one of his pockets.
"But if that were the only reason you were still here, I don't think you would have been so foolish as to get yourself caught…" Aizen eyed him suspiciously. "However, if you're eyes were blinded by say…ohhh, bright red hair, you'd be more apt to be caught, now wouldn't you?"
"I'm 'fraid I dunno what you're talkin' 'bout, Cap'n…" Gin said. "There's nothin' between me n' the girl…"
"I have a hard time believing that, Gin…" he moved toward the bars, peering down at the prisoner inside with very little pity in his eyes. For a moment, Gin had a funny feeling Aizen wasn't there to let him go.
"How'd ya get in here," he asked trying to change the subject. "Lot's o' guards. Couldn'ta took 'em on all by your lonesome, Cap'n…"
"And why not?" Aizen eyed him, looking a bit offended. "They were a piece of cake. I can handle anything, Gin, it'd be smart of you to remember that…" he squatted down to Gin's level to peer at him. "And I don't need you. You might want to remember that to."
Gin didn't respond. He knew Aizen could do without him, and could kill him on the spot if he wanted to, but he certainly hoped the Captain wouldn't. He needed to get back to Rangiku when he got the chance. Unfortunately, if he were let out, he was sure Aizen would keep him under observation.
"How much of my book did you read, Gin?" Aizen asked curiously.
Gin shook his head. "Can't read your handwritin', Cap'n. Chicken scratch, s'what it is…might wanna work on that…"
Aizen raised an eyebrow. "So you didn't read any of it…"
"Couldn't…" Gin shrugged. "I've been tryin'…couldn't get a word of sense outta it…"
Aizen nodded and rose to full height. "Good…like I told you, Gin, it's personal and I don't like people going through my stuff. It's a wonder someone from the Soul Society got a hold of it in the first place…without any help…" Once again he looked at Gin with great suspicion, though Gin showed no signs of cracking.
"I'm going to trust you, Gin…" he said finally. "I'm not a trusting man, but I'm going to trust you this time, because I know you well enough to know you're not a fool. If you were to do anything more against me, I'd have no choice but to kill you, and you know that. I'm sure you won't defy me again."
Gin stared at him blankly, unsure of how to respond to what Aizen was saying. He would most likely defy Aizen again, but the Captain didn't need to know that now. Or perhaps he already knew that, and was luring Gin into some kind of trap. At the moment, the prisoner was unsure of which it would turn out to be.
"I'm going to release you from your cell," Aizen informed him. "But you are not to return to me until you find out all the information the Soul Society has on me and my plans…"
Gin nodded shortly, agreeing to the mission he was determined to never complete. He could come up with a good enough cock-and-
bull story to tell Aizen upon his return. He'd done so on many occasions before.
"Use your precious Ran-chan to your advantage…" Aizen instructed. "Not all of her brains are in her breasts…I'm sure of it. She's smart as a whip."
Gin couldn't help but scoff. He loved his Ran-chan, but sometimes she was a few apples short of a tree. She wasn't stupid, by any means, just a little tactless when it came to some things.
"Just do it, Gin," Aizen had no intention to hang around any longer. "I intend to see you back in my presence before the week is out. Do you understand?"
Gin nodded again, remaining silent as Aizen gripped one of the bars on his cell.
"Good…"
With a slight clench of his fist, Aizen managed to pull the bars from their frame, allowing Gin freedom. Before Gin could step out into the moonlight of the hall, Aizen had disappeared, and Gin was left alone to decide his next move.
Spotting the crumpled, bloody guards at the end of the hall, it wasn't hard to decide that the first thing he'd do was get out of there. As quickly as possible.
GINXRANGIKU
"Mornin' sunshine…"
Rangiku nearly fell out of her bed as she opened her eyes to a pale face hovering above hers. Realizing who it was that the face belonged to, she leapt to her feet, covering herself quickly with the sheets, though she really had no need to do so.
"Gin!" she yelped, then lowered her voice, realizing that there could be others listening outside her room. "What are you doing here?"
"What? No good mornin' in return?" he asked, looking a bit hurt.
"I thought you were-" Rangiku pointed in the vague direction of the prison, which she suddenly realized was up in arms.
She raced toward the window to see what was going on. Several Soul Reapers seemed to be checking the premises, a full investigation going on. She shook her head slowly, realizing what must have happened.
"Gin…" her voice shook. "Gin, tell me you didn't-"
"I didn't," he said calmly, staring at the back of her head as she watched the activity outside in horror.
She turned to face him suddenly, looking terrified. "You realize they're going to come here looking for you, right?" She moved back toward him. "You know I'm marked down as suspect in regards to Aizen's plans, right? They all think I'm on his side too!"
Gin laughed. "They're morons if they think that!"
"They're morons who could very well kill me, Gin…" she said, moving toward him. "I hope you realize that!"
"Calm down, Ran-chan…" he grinned at her and took her hands, slowly wrapping them around his waist. "They're not going to find us…I promise. Not yet, at least."
As Rangiku went to retort, her lips were caught in what could have been a gentle kiss, if Gin hadn't been locked up in a cell for the past couple of days. He'd longed for her desperately, and was taking advantage of any time he had with her between now and when he returned to Aizen, which would be a lot sooner than he had hoped.
Leaning her backward, Gin's lips travelled down her neck, sucking at the tender skin and leaving tiny playful red marks. He smirked at his work and looked back up at her now very foggy eyes. He hadn't been the only one who had missed that.
"You shouldn't be here…" she said breathily. "If you escaped, here would be the first place they'd check…you know that…"
Gin nodded. "Typically, yes. But they're not stupid, Rangiku…" he kissed the side of her neck again. "And they know I'm certainly not stupid. Seeing as this would be the first place I'd probably go, I'd know that here would be the place they'd check first, and since they know that I know they'd check here first, this would be the most unlikely place I'd be…in their opinion…"
Rangiku's head was swimming. Gin had a way of speaking that made anything sound good, even when you didn't have a clue what he'd just told you. He could tell you he was going to kill your puppy, and you'd do nothing but smile and nod in agreement.
"So I figure," Gin continued. "I've got a little time before they realize that I might be onto their plan, and be here after all." He kissed
down her chest, pulling the sheets away from her bare body, a sight he'd missed even more.
"Oh, my beautiful lady…" he gazed down at her, his smile bigger than anyone other than her had ever seen it. "How did I ever get so lucky?"
Rangiku couldn't help but laugh. "You just have that charm about you, Gin…"
He cocked his head to the side and kissed down her neck and along her shoulder, finding himself incredibly turned on by the sound of her gasping each time his lips made contact with her skin. Bringing his mouth back up, he nuzzled her ear, sucking on the lobe playfully.
"Gin…" she giggled. "Cut it out…"
"Whaaaat?" he pulled her body full against his. "I want my Ran-chaaaan…is that a crime?"
Rangiku smiled at him, and nodded. "Oh yes…" she agreed. "Yes, it is…"
"I'm okay with that…" he breathed, pulling her back toward her bed. "I'm an outlaw, ya know…"
"Oh are you?" she pushed him down into the remaining sheets and sat upon his lap, smiling widely. "I have a thing for outlaws you know…"
"Oh really?" Gin asked, staring up at her as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
Rangiku locked her arms around his neck and nodded, kissing him deeply. As she reached for his robe, she didn't seem to hear the sound of footsteps approaching her room, because she continued to seduce and strip the ex-Captain as if they were completely alone.
"Rangikuuu…" Gin's voice had grown low and husky as her hands grazed his bare stomach.
"Mmmm?" she replied, kissing along his pale chest.
"Rangiku!"
That time, it wasn't Gin calling out her name. Instead, the voice came from outside her door. Leaping from the bed quickly, Gin knew to take his place in the closet once more. He was starting to get rather annoyed with their constant interruptions.
She didn't have the time to dress as she wrapped the sheets around her once again, answering the door slowly, peeking out just enough to see the officers beyond.
"Matsumoto Rangiku?" a rather fat officer asked, peering at her, doing a very poor job of ignoring her not-so-subtle nudity.
"Yes?" she nodded. "Can I help you?"
He reluctantly looked back at the others with him. "I'm afraid you're going to have no choice, m'dear…" he told her. "You've been ordered to come with us."
Rangiku looked frightened. "On what grounds, may I ask?"
The man took a deep breath before answering. Two officers flanked either side of him, taking her gruffly by the arms.
"You're being charged and tried for the affiliation with the wanted criminals, Aizen Souske and Ichimaru Gin, Miss Matsumoto…"
A/N: Alrighty, I hope you guys liked that. I'll definitely be updating sometime soon. I promise.
