Ichimaru Gin was taking a walk, enjoying the quiet peace when the stillness was interrupted by a person tackling him from behind. A figure jumped onto his back and wrapped a cloth around his eyes. Gin thought that it was quite pointless since his eyes were closed anyway. He was about to reach for his sword when the attacker pulled him backwards and pinned him to the ground.

"Calm down, it's just me."

It was a woman's voice. Her tone was irritated.

Gin instantly relaxed. "What are ya-ahhh!"

The attacker slapped him hard in the head and he cried out in protest. The person took the chance to forcefully shove something down his throat. Reflexively, he started to swallow but the attacker slapped him again.

"CHEW IT, DON'T SWALLOW IT, YOU BAKA!"

Cautiously, he bit down on the foreign object. A burst of flavor immediately filled his mouth. It was…fruity and cooling at the same time. As he chewed thoughtfully on it, the pressure on his chest lessened and the attacker got up. Gin stayed on the ground, still chewing on the fruity treat. The flavor was different; he never tasted anything like it.

"Get up."

Obediently, he got up. The cloth was untied roughly and Rangiku wound it around her neck. Then she crossed her arms and regarded him irritably as he continued chewing.

"How does it taste?" she asked with a tone of annoyance.

He wanted to speak to her but didn't want to talk with his mouth full.

Gin started to feel a little anxious when the object in his mouth would not disappear as food usually does. Usually, his teeth would have made short work of the piece and it'd be in his stomach by now. Shrugging, he figured he'd swallow it anyway. It was pretty small.

He did.

Rangiku narrowed her eyes at him. He had stopped chewing.

"Well?" she asked, her annoyance climbing.

He cocked his head. "That was pretty good, yeah. Though, it was hard to swallow."

Her eyes bulged.

"YOU IDIOT!"

Gin did not understand what he did to deserve another harsh slap to the head. He rubbed at his sore spot, a little put out as he watched confusedly as Rangiku fumed.

"YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO EAT IT!"

He frowned. "Isn't food s'pposed to be eat'n?"

He got another slap in the head. "THAT WASN'T FOOD!"

Poor Gin couldn't quite grasp what was going on. He decided to keep his mouth shut so he wouldn't set his best friend off anymore. He watched as she struggled to calm down.

A vein ticked in her head as she let out a breath through her clenched teeth.

"That…was gum. You're supposed to chew it and enjoy the taste." She slapped a hand to her forehead and then reached into her robe to take out another piece. She flipped one to him and he caught it.

"Chew," she ordered.

He stared with wonder at the wrapped object. He took off the wrapper and looked at the little block. "It's like candy. There's a lot of it in the real world."

Immediately, he understood. Oops. He had forgotten to see her off to the real world.

"Sorry, Rangiku."

She looked away, peeved and then glared at him again. Sighing, she finally forgave him for forgetting to say goodbye to her when she left for the real world.

"Whatever, just eat it. I want to teach you something," she said, her scowl slowly forming into a mischievous grin.

He smiled also and put it in his mouth. Immediately, his taste buds were assaulted by the foreign taste. It was good. He chewed happily on it and stared at Rangiku.

"Now what do I do?"

She smiled. "You just keep chewing until it runs out of flavor. Then you spit it out."

She popped a piece of gum into her own mouth and started to chew. She sighed. "Isn't it good?" she said blissfully.

"Un, yeah."

Gin watched in amazement as a she blew a thin, orange bubble. The smile left his face.

"How'd you do that, yeah?"

With a loud pop that unsettled him somewhat, she sucked back in her gum and grinned. "I can teach you, but…"

She held up one finger. "On one condition."

He debated for a while and then shrugged. "Sure."

Her smiled scared him a little.

"Lemme play with your hair."

He thought about that for a while. Rangiku's experiments were always disastrous, whether it was baking, style, or training. He sighed. He might as well make her happy since he had ticked her off for not seeing her.

"Ya can't take pictures," he said, just imagining the images of what his hair would look like when she was finished with him. Probably with pink bows and ribbons. "And ya can't cut it."

She nodded. "I won't need to," she said, still grinning maddeningly.

He sighed and then surrendered his silver hair to her, sitting down on the ground, chewing on his gum. She came over to him and sifted her fingers through his soft hair. Gin decided he liked the feeling of Rangiku running her fingers through his hair. They massaged his scalp lightly and soothed him with their soft touches.

He decided it wasn't so bad letting Rangiku play with his hair.

Rangiku reveled in the softness of the hair and was somewhat hesitant now to go through with her revenge. It was just so soft and so pretty.

She sighed.

But Gin needed to be taught a lesson and she was just itching to see how he would weasel himself out of this one.

After a while of Rangiku playing idly with his hair, he felt her press her lips to his head. His smile widened. Finally, she pulled away and he straightened.

"Now will ya show me how to do that?"

She smiled. "Sure. So what you do is-EWW!"

Gin stilled. "What?"

She put her hand to her mouth. "I think…a birdie pooped on you."

Really? He didn't feel anything. He brought his hand up to check and sure enough; something sticky was smeared onto his hair. He groaned inwardly.

Rangiku shrugged. "Good luck washing that off, Gin. It looks pretty bad."

Gin tried to move his hand away but it was stuck. When he moved it, he pulled the hairs on his head and he let out a surprised yelp. He brought his other hand up to try to feel what was wrong and realization slowly dawned. The sticky poo…

He looked at Rangiku as she smiled cheekily and popped another piece of gum into her mouth.

"Whoops, sorry, the other one ran out of flavor so I spit it out."

She smiled brightly.

"Try not to cut your hair though, it's so pretty."

She waved to him before she walked away, leaving him to wonder how he was going to get his hands unstuck and how he was going to make it back to third division without anyone catching him and how in the world he became best friends with the devil.

He whimpered.

She smiled.

Revenge is sweet.