I'm not like you – Carmine Street
Ichimaru Gin
The world turned, for everyone. Some people imagined that meant the world turned the same for everyone. Even Rangiku made that mistake sometimes.
There were likes and dislikes. Some things were supposedly natural. But not for Ichimaru Gin. It just wasn't so simple, to be more intelligent than the rest. Maybe not more than Aizen-taichou; the man had a mind of steel and sharp edges, but apart from the unreadable sou-taichou the others were all so simple-minded. Even the so-called genius Hitsugaya, with the way he'd wrapped Ran-chan around his tiny finger, was like an open book. Maybe even moreso than all the rest.
No, Ichimaru Gin had nothing to spare for idiots, other than the amusement of playing cat-and-mouse with them from the shadows. He had no time for useless, beautiful sunsets, the changing colours of autumn, spring rains or sakura blossoms.
The weak and affable had always seemed to sense something in him that didn't quite fit, ever since his childhood he had been left to his own devices… and in Seireitei this served to push people away from him, toward the more pleasant-seeming Aizen; which was exactly what the sly bastard had in mind.
His bitterness was cold and sometimes sinister, like his never-changing smile. Ran-chan had abandoned him to be by the side of that white-haired child. The world turned and nothing changed, unless you tweaked things a little.
Watching them dangle, like marionettes slowly dancing into the jaws of pain, this was more than just a pastime. He needed other things than the rest of them. He would sell his immortal soul, damn Seireitei forever, anything to lose the pain throbbing dully, ceaselessly, somewhere in his chest.
There would be no more Soul Society after Aizen's plan had gone through to the end. Gin had no doubt that his old mentor would kill every man, woman and child that tried to stand in his way. And most who didn't as well. No point in leaving anyone alive who could start a rebellion; the man was a bit too zealous about that kind of thing sometimes. As long as the war let him do what he needed to stop the ache, Ichimaru didn't particularly care what happened to this place.
As long as a certain white-haired brat happened to be among the casualties, it would be enough.
Ran-chan… he decided not to think of that. She'd be an enemy, and Ichimaru was good at watching enemies disappear. It would be no different. Definitely.
"Ichimaru-taichou?"
"What's with tha' frown, Izuru?"
"The execution will start any moment now…"
"We're Shinigami. Kuchiki broke tha' rules. So she goes. We do wha' must be done, Izuru. Always wha' must be done."
(from a friend's song, going something like this):
Don't go to work as ordinary people
Don't think the night is usually blue
I sit alone in the local dark night
Sleep in my bed the whole day through
I'm not eating breakfast I'm not having lunch
Drink my coffee and see the sun rise up
Sit with a cup of tea staring out in the night
Wonder when (the --) is going to start
I'm not like you
I'm not like you
Don't tell me how I feel, you don't have a clue
That doesn't work at all at the moment, oh love,
'cause I'm not like you
I'm not like you
I feel no love in the springtime.
I quit dancing around on the lawn
I close the door to the outside ever-springing mush
I love the dark and I fear the dawn.
I don't like the blue sea in the summer
I don't like the colours when autumn falls
I don't like the smell of spring in the air anymore
Just turns grey when summer calls.
I'm not like you, I'm not like you… (rpt and fade)