Hello!
My buddy requested me to make a Matsumoto Rangiku x Ichimaru Gin story. Well, to her it is the most "bittersweet" relationship in Bleach. Anyway, I decided to try it out, and see what it is like. Enjoy… hopefully…
Disclaimer: you know the usual…
2nd word: Adolescence
Okay, so her childhood friend scared everybody with that creepy smile of his. They may have thought that he was mentally unstable and was out to murder innocent people… actually that might happen… Anyway, what gave them the right to chide him? I mean, plenty of people look worse.
Take for example Yama-jii. He was so old… older than what humans call Dumbledore. And look at Yumichika, doesn't he look GAY with those feathers of his? At least Gin was heterosexual. And Zaraki… I don't need to say anything, you got the point right?
At least, before people start to label Gin as a serial killer, they should at least learn his past, his childhood, his adolescence.
"Gin-kun!!! Look what I got! Dates!!! I got dates and pickled plums!" A young, strawberry-blonde girl ran up to a boy who was sitting by a creek. She handed him the juicier, plumper fruit of the bunch and smiled tenderly.
"Thanks!! Ran-chan, That old Ojii-san won't give me free fruit anymore." Gin sighed. He took an enormous bite; juices dribbled down his cheek. Rangiku wiped it off with her sleeve.
" Of course!" she giggled. " They're too scared of your smile. All the Ojii-sans give me stuff!!!"
"They're looking at your chest, the pervs." But, despite the glare that the girl gave him, he began to laugh like he had no more chances to be free, and laugh as he did. Rangiku pouted but began to laugh as well.
"Aw, they're idiots for not liking that smile, Gin, personally I think it's cute. Creepy, but cute."
And for the rest of the day, they lounged by that creek gnawing at what was left of their fruit. Laughing, like they would never again…
The very next day, Rangiku and Gin were accepted into Seiretei academy. Ironically, that was the day that their adolescence ended and were accepted into the harsh reality of life.
Was it fated that they would laugh like that only in their fond memories? I treasured those memories… somehow if I squint really hard, I can see in my mind's eye, a young girl and a boy just being…happy.