Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. And I've run out of witty remarks to put here after the disclaimer.

Author's Note: I'm quite glad I got to use the ButterflAizen thing from Chapter 415. I thought he looked so silly. I couldn't help laughing at his form, even though he was so serious and evil without his pupils. Poor Gin, though. T.T

I just read the spoilers for the next chapter (although by the time I get this up, the chapter will be up already). I really really really really didn't want to see Gin die... I was hoping that Kubo-sensei would keep him alive because of his massive popularity (apparently mostly with women). I don't really want to read this next chapter, cause it's the end of Gin... T.T

But I'll continue, since my second favorite character is still God. Although that God is the one who killed my favorite character... .

Such a sad and angsty chapter. I still hate GinxRan, though. GinxIzu til the end!

So yeah, I was writing this chapter while still in Japan, 's why the whole "I just read the spoilers" thing is up there. But I thought rather than delete it, I'd just add something here and make the whole Author's Note longer... And just in case anyone was interested, I failed in my stalking attempts of the seiyus in Japan. Tsk.

"Ai-zen-Tai-chou!" The Third Division Captain called out singsongingly as he barged into the Fifth Division office. Gleefully, he noticed that Aizen was in the office for once, bending over his desk, clearing off his morning paperwork. The brown haired Captain looked up at the intruding shinigami, and frowned, noticing movement behind his shoulder.

"Ichimaru-kun." he said, "Have you noticed that you have a conglomeration of Jigokuchou floating behind you?" Gin smiled as the Hell Butterflies spread out throughout the office, making their way to Aizen's desk. Holding out a hand, the Fifth Division Captain let one land on his finger, transferring the message to his mind.

"Have you listened to them, Gin?" Aizen asked, waving his hand, shooing the black butterfly away. Gin's smile widened ever more.

"Why would Ah have any need ta?" he said, settling himself on Hinamori's unoccupied desk, ruffling the papers on the top. "Ah simply have ta bring them ta ya, and ya'd listen fer me." Aizen sighed, and opened a window, sending all of the rest of the Hell Butterflies outside. Adjusting his haori, the Fifth Division Captain moved out from behind his desk.

"There's a Taichou meeting." he sighed, passing his former Lieutenant, heading towards the door. "I will assume my notice went missing in that whole mess of fluttering." Running his hand through his hair, he turned to usher the silver haired shinigami out of his office. Gin complied, still smiling his ever present smile. The two Captains walked noiselessly down the hallways of the Fifth Division, heading down towards the exit from the barracks, to the center of Soul Society where the First Division was.

"Ya know," Gin said, breaking the silence, as they entered the open air. "Wouldn't it be nice ta be a butterfly? Flying under tha heavens, feeling tha wind beneath yer wings?" Aizen chuckled slightly at his subordinate's musings.

"Butterflies can only ever fly under the heavens, Gin." he said, a knowing smirk plastered on his usually warm face. "I intend to aim higher than that."

Gin sighed, his topic starter ruined by his former Captain's such seriousness. He ran his fingers through his short silver hair, his smile returning quickly.

"Yeh, ya'd just look silly with butterfly wings, anyway, Taichou." he said, trying to picture it. As an image of Aizen floating in the wind with a set of butterfly wings appeared in his mind, he couldn't help but burst out into laughter. Aizen frowned and glanced at Gin out of the corner of his eyes.

Shivering, Gin silenced himself quickly and turned away from Aizen. Why had he just felt as if someone had walked over his grave? Shaking off the feeling, he looked back at Aizen and smiled.

"By tha way, Ah've been meanin' ta tell ya-" Gin started, before realizing they had already made it in front of the First Division barracks. Aizen glanced at him again, this time to be quiet, and knocked on the doors. Slowly, they opened, and allowed the two Captains entrance. Gin sighed again, wondering what kind of bad luck he must have to keep him from revealing what he had been wanting to for the past few days. Pushing the thought out of his mind for the time being, he followed Aizen into the First Division, his smile fading slightly. Captain meetings were always so suffocating and boring, and Gin wanted nothing more than to return back to his barracks to harass his Izuru again.

Let's get this over with.

Izuru.

Follow meh, Izuru.

Screaming loudly, Izuru tore his pillow in half, due to his sexual frustration. He panted. It wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough. After the third time, Izuru had had to release himself after all the built up pressure, and the fourth time was just the same. He had come back to his room to finish the job, but found himself unable to be pleasured completely, without having his Captain there. It was so painful.

"Ichimaru Taichou." he had whispered again and again to sleep, his hand still wrapped around his tender shaft. When he awoke the next day, he could only exclaim in frustration, as his dreams only consisted of his Captain, leaving him to wake up dripping with sweat and semen.

"There's something wrong with me." Izuru mumbled to himself, cleaning himself off and starting to get dressed for the day. It was finally his day off, and he had already decided that this day would be perfect for drinking himself into a stupor. Perhaps he could get Hisagi-senpai and Abarai-kun to join him?

Sighing, he wrapped his off-white yukata around him and slid open the door, only to run into the Fifth Seat of their division, Yuunichi Miraku.

"Excuse me, Kira Fukutaichou!" Yuunichi said, bowing in front of his superior.

"Yes?" Izuru asked, sighing. Why today?

"The Taichou and Fukutaichou of divisions Three and Eight are to report to the Senkaimon for a mission into Gensei." Yuunichi said, quickly. "This was decided today by the Soutaichou Yamamoto-Genryuusai-Dono, during an emergency Taichou meeting about the emergence of strange spiritual activity in the the city of Minamidachi in Japan."

Izuru sighed again and thanked the subordinate, closing his door and changing into his shihakushou. And it had been his day off too. He could only guess that Captain Ichimaru had volunteered for the job, knowing full well of this. That was just like him to do so, after all. He grabbed Wabisuke from his stand beside his bed and slipped out of his room.

He used his shunpo to arrive at the Senkaimon on the First Division property, to find his Captain and the Eighth Division Captain, Captain Kyouraku Shunsui already there waiting for the two adjuncts. Gin smiled and waved at his approaching Lieutenant.

"Izuru's first!" he exclaimed, holding out a hand to the other captain, who begrudgingly drew out a small sack of coins and dumped it into the silver haired man's hand. "Thanks!" Gin said cheerfully, stashing the small purse into his kosode.

"Taichou?" Izuru asked, looking at the exchange. Captain Kyouraku smiled warmly at him.

"Your Taichou and I just had a wager as to see who's Fukutaichou would arrive first." he said, scratching his fuzzy chin. "I would have sworn my Nanao would have been here before you. She's so punctual, she is." Izuru allowed himself to chuckle at the two Captain's actions. It was just like the two of them to wager over such a small thing.

"I apologize for making you lose, Kyouraku Taichou." Izuru said, bowing. He walked over to Gin's side. Gin smiled at him once more, making Izuru' blush, before turning back to the Eighth Division Captain.

"Hachiban Taichou-san," Gin said, slipping his hands into his sleeves, crossing his arms. "Why do you think yer Ise-chan would be late, when ya say she's always on time?" Kyouraku put his hand on his straw hat, thinking.

"I can't really say, Ichimaru-kun." he said, softly. "My Nanao is pretty precious, perhaps she's not feeling well. Oh, if she is, I'd have to cheer my little Nanao up. My Nanao isn't herself when she isn't around me-"

"How many times do I have to tell you that I am not 'your Nanao.'?" a stern voice said from behind him, glasses glinting in irritation. Ise Nanao slammed her book she always carried down onto her Captain's head.

"Ouch." Kyouraku said, laughing. The Eighth Division Lieutenant bowed to the two Third Division officers.

"I am sorry I am late, Ichimaru Taichou, Kira Fukutaichou." she said. "I was held up back in the division office."

"Don' worry 'bout it, Ise-chan." Gin said, waving her apology away, a grin on his face. He turned to his blonde Lieutenant. "Izuru, open the Senkaimon." Izuru bowed and stepped forward, calling on his kido.

"Kaijou!" he said, palms out in front of him, focusing his energy into opening the gate. Four Hell Butterflies fluttered down towards each of the officers, attaching themselves to their reiatsus. As the doors slid open, the four captain-class shinigami stepped through to the Dangai Precipice World, on their way to the Living World.

"I wonder how long it's been since I've been on a Gensei mission." Kyouraku mused aloud, scratching the back of his head. "The last time I went, I think, was a hundred and fifty years ago, during a huge massacre in the southern part of Japan. Kyoto, I think it was called." Izuru looked over curiously.

"What happened then, Taichou?" he asked. Due to his interest, Izuru completely missed the change in face his Captain had had at the mention of the massacre. The usual grin had been wiped off.

Kyouraku whistled slightly. He leaned back and placed his hands behind his head.

"Kids were being killed left and right, whenever it was dark, and there was no one around to figure they were missing until a few days later. Over a hundred kids were killed during that time, and the humans were at a complete loss as to who was responsible. It was a nightmare. Yama-jii had sent out Ukitake and me to finish the Konsous, to get all the kids to Soul Society before they turned into hollows, bent on revenge to kill the man who had killed them." Kyouraku sighed. He glanced over at the Third Division Captain, who had lost his usual glean.

"But, it so happened that the humans found the guy in the end, and they locked him up. Unfortunately," he continued, shaking his head and shrugging. "We had missed one kid, and he hollowfied, found the man and ate him in his prison cell." Kyouraku sighed. "Well, we got him in the end too, purified his soul and sent him to Soul Society, so it all ended well." Izuru scrunched up his eyebrows.

"That's horrible, all those poor children." he said, sadly. Gin let his grin return to his face.

"Yes, tha poor children." he muttered, his smile growing wider. Izuru turned back to his Captain, still with his worried look.

"Did you know about this too, Ichimaru Taichou?" Izuru asked. Gin looked down at his adjunct.

"Nah, Ah was only a kid." he said, cocking his head slightly. "Ah was sent ta tha Rukongai around that time, but Ah don't know anything about it." Looking back towards the exit, Gin's smile widened again. Izuru shivered, feeling he was missing an important part of the story.

The pathway ended as the four found themselves out into the real world, standing above the city of Minamidachi in northern Japan.

"Taichou, do you notice anything unusual on your end?" Izuru asked through the headset. The four shinigami had split up upon arrival and had headed east, west, north and south to shorten their work. Izuru jumped from rooftop to rooftop, sending out his reiatsu, trying to see if anything would respond.

"Nothin' but mahself, little Izuru." came Gin's reply, chuckling. "Although, if yer feelin' lonely, Ah could head yer way and keep ya company." Izuru sighed. They were on a mission, he couldn't allow himself to be carried away.

"There's no need, Taichou." Izuru said. "I am fine on my own." He heard Gin chuckle again.

"Didn' sound like it last night." The Third Division Captain said. Izuru felt his face go red. Had the Captain heard his cries of pain? Was he that loud? Izuru couldn't think of anything coherent to respond.

"Wh-what?" Izuru finally mumbled out. He could almost see Gin's smile widening on the other side of town.

"Ah could hear ya all tha way in mah room, Izuru." he said. He changed his voice slightly as he tried to do an impression of his Lieutenant. "Ah, why d'ya do this ta me? It hurts so much, at least let me-"

"Taichou!" Izuru exclaimed, stopping Gin's imitation. He was completely embarrassed now. If the Captain had heard him, it wasn't impossible that other division members had as well. Gin chuckled again.

"Seems like yer wantin' meh ta help ya finish the job, eh, Izuru?" Gin asked. "Is that what ya want?" Izuru found himself subconsciously nodding, before stopping quickly. He breathed in deeply to slow down his speeding up heartbeat.

"Ichimaru Taichou, please forgive me, but I do believe that this is not the time for this type of antics." Izuru said slowly, afraid of angering his Captain. He started to worry after he spoke, for all he heard was silence. And then-

"Ne, you two, you do know this com is open to all four of us." The lazy voice of the Eighth Division Captain wafted into Izuru's ear. Hear it, Izuru lost his footing on the roof he was just landing on. Captain Kyouraku had been listening! He drew up the kido beneath his feet to keep himself from falling to the ground. Catching himself in time, he closed his eyes, his heart pounding in his ears. What would Captain Kyouraku say?

"Arara, Hachiban Taichou, were you eavesdroppin'?" Izuru heard his own Captain through the coms. "Ah thought ya had better senses than that."

"You know me, Ichimaru-kun." the laid back voice said. "I can't ever stand not listening to juicy gossip." Izuru regained his pace and started back on his course, searching for any signs of the strange spiritual pressure, trying to ignore the burning sensation behind his ears.

"I apologize, Ichimaru Taichou." came Nanao's voice. "Taichou doesn't realize when he should refrain from butting into business that doesn't concern him"

"I-Ise-san!" Izuru stammered, almost losing his footing again. "You were listening as well?"

"Of course not." she replied sternly. "It is of no concern of mine what you and your Taichou do behind the Sanbantai doors."

So you were listening. Thought Izuru, blanching for a second, almost expecting an anime-like sweatdrop to fall down the side of his face. As be began to reply, he sensed suddenly from his left a burst of unknown reiryoku. Without another pause, he started to dash at the signal. It was to the west. That was where Kyouraku Taichou had been heading.

Izuru picked up his pace, to reach the Eighth Captain. It wasn't as if he would need any help, but he would have been a hinderance if he didn't do his job as a Lieutenant of the Gotei 13. He turned his head back as he felt his own Captain's reiatsu coming on to him from behind. Captain Ichimaru had gone East, and he was gaining on his Lieutenant at full speed. Izuru felt a smile fall onto his face.

"Taich-" Izuru started to say, as the silver hair came into view. Before he could react, Gin slammed into him, grasping him under his right arm, and whisked him off, faster than Izuru would have been able to keep up if he had been using shunpo on his own.

"Ya alright, Izuru?" Gin asked, the wind rippling his shihakushou. Izuru gave a muffled response into Gin's sleeve. Smiling, Gin turned to his right sharply. "Tha Hachibantai can deal with tha problem we came here fer, we have things ta do, yeah?" Izuru closed his eyes as he started to feel sick from the speed. Where was his Captain taking him this time? There was no question in the little adjunct's mind what his intentions were. He just let himself be carried off to wherever Ichimaru Taichou had in mind, feeling slightly anticipatory over what might be happening this time.

"Sit tight, Izuru." Gin commanded, dropping his Lieutenant onto a flat red roof, a far ways away from the other two shinigami. He pulled off his haori and laid it on the ground, as a sort of blanket. Smiling wider, he rolled Izuru onto his haori and climbed on top of him. Izuru swallowed and let out a breath of air.

"Sir, as much as I am eagerly awaiting you, and I am," Izuru said slowly, choosing his words carefully. "Are you sure it cannot wait until after the mission is over?" Gin paused, and flashed a confused look at his adjunct before smiling again.

"Nah." Gin said, smashing his lips onto Izuru's. Their teeth clashed into each other, leaving Izuru feeling slightly numb, as Gin forcefully pried open the younger shinigami's mouth. The two battled each other with their tongues, licking each other's teeth and shoving them down each other's throat. After minutes of deep tongue wrestling, they pulled away, breathing heavily. Gin kissed the top of Izuru's nose.

"Let's get all this annoyin' stuff off, yes?" Gin murmured into his ear, slipping his hands down Izuru's front. With one pull, he tore off Izuru's kosode, and shoved his hands down Izuru's hakama, taking a hold of the limp organ. The slightly shivering adjunct gasped at the cold touch. Within moments, Gin's other hand had untied his hakama, and Izuru was laying out in the open in front of his Captain yet again. Izuru closed his eyes while Gin sighed contentedly.

"Now, isn' that better?" he asked. He leaned up to Izuru's lips again and gave him a long deep kiss, almost to the point where the two couldn't breath again. As Gin stopped for air, Izuru opened his eyes.

"Th-the mission, sir-" Izuru started again before Gin growled and kissed him again.

"Ah said, Izuru, tha Hachiban Taichou can deal with it." he said, pulling only inches away. "Besides, it's probably only some new type of hollow. Ya know how tricky they can get with their reiryoku." He looked down at his right hand, which was still around Izuru's now erect member. He let go and brought the slightly sticky hand up to Izuru's face, pulling his front bang away to look at his toy's whole frightened face. Smiling, Gin leaned in again.

"By tha way, ya know how tha rats of Rukongai, like meh, end up with reiryoku?" Gin asked Izuru, whispering into his ear. Izuru scrunched his eyes shut and breathed heavily. He couldn't answer, not with this kind of stimulation. He could only let out a sharp exhale. Gin took that as a no. He licked at his adjuncts earlobe.

"No one really knows, now do they?" Gin continued. He dragged his long tongue down Izuru's bare chest, all the way down to his groin. "But Ah have a theory." Izuru gasped as Gin licked around his sacs, suckling them slightly.

"Y-yes?" Izuru breathed out before taking in a sharp intake of air. Gin smiled and brought his hands to Izuru's bottom, starting to spread his cheeks out so that Gin could see his hole open up slightly.

"Ah think we were all hollows, once." he said, bringing his tongue down to Izuru's opening, and licking around it, feeling it quiver at his touch. Izuru panted. Gin licked his lips and continued. "Konpaku turn inta hollows fer many reasons: sadness, anger, loneliness, revenge. When they are turned inta a hollow, it take a massive amount of reiryoku from around them fer it ta be a complete transformation inta their monster counterpart. So," he paused, straightening up and clashing his mouth onto Izuru's, wrapping his tongue around his, the two organs struggling for dominance before the blond gave in once again. Gin pulled away slowly, a single trail of saliva connecting his tongue to Izuru's mouth.

"So, when they're cleansed, they lose their recollection of what happened before their death, but they keep their reiryoku they had gained during their transformation. 'S what Ah've been thinkin'" Gin let his hands grasp Izuru's member, squeezing it until Izuru cried out in pain.

"Why a-are you telling me this right now, Ichi-Ichimaru T-Taichou?" he gasped out, grasping Gin's hair, letting those smooth silver locks flutter around his fingers. Gin widened his smile.

"Nah reason, really." he said, leaning back down to Izuru's groin. "Ah just thought ya'd be interested aft'r hearin' Hachiban Taichou-san's story. 'Bout tha kid who turned into a hollow and killed tha man who killed him. A hundred and fifty years ago. Tha same time Ah found mahself sent ta tha 64th District of tha Northern Rukongai, Nekomame."

Izuru opened his eyes and looked down at his Captain, eyes wide. He didn't mean-

"Would ya still love meh if you thought Ah was that boy?" Gin's eyes opened from down near Izuru's erect member, glancing at him as if testing him. The blond adjunct released the breath he had inside of him and leaned back down, closing his eyes again. He rested his right arm on his forehead, breathing heavily.

"Of course I would, Taichou." he finally muttered. "Not that I think it was you, sir." he added, as he saw Gin's smile crawl up his face.

"Good."

Izuru reeled out in shock as he felt something wet and slithery enter him. It was small enough that it didn't cause him any pain, but it wasn't anything he had ever experienced before. Nothing had ever gone into that hole before. His whole body spasmed as the wet object went deeper, then pulled out, licked around the area, and back in again. It took a bit for Izuru to realize what it was.

It was Captain Ichimaru's tongue. His tongue had just entered him, and not in the usual place. Sure, getting it shoved down his throat was one thing, but up his-

"Taichou-" Izuru gasped out. "Such a dirty place, you-"

"Yer so tight, Izuru." Gin interrupted. "Mah tongue is all that'll fit... fer now." Without warning, he shoved his tongue back into Izuru, the force of such a little pressure sending small shocks up Izuru's spine.

If this is what just this much does, Ah fear for him. Gin thought, as he swirled his tongue inside of Izuru. He couldn't help but chuckle at Izuru's sensitivity, which sent another small shock up the poor boy's body by the vibrations.

He pulled away from Izuru's now extremely wet bottom and made his way up to the erect flesh in front of him. It was leaking pre come, and seemed to want to let out the pressure. Chuckling, Gin licked around it and swallowed it down, taking it completely in, to the delight of the quivering Lieutenant. After a few good thrusts, Gin let go before Izuru could get off, licking his lips. Trailing a line of saliva up to Izuru's head again, he settled himself onto the small body and brought his moist lips onto Izuru's. He opened his mouth to allow his Captain access, the two dueling with their tongues once again.

Sighing contentedly, Gin pulled away and sprawled out on the haori next to his Lieutenant. Izuru turned to look at him, laying on his side.

"Taichou?" Izuru asked, breathing heavily, bringing his torn shihakushou over him as a sort of blanket. Gin let out a small sound to let him know he was listening. "Will you stay with me, this time?"

A pause, before-

"Of course, mah little Izuru." Gin muttered back, bringing his arms behind his head, staring up at the sky. It had grown dark while they had been there, and they laid there together as they cuddled, staring at the stars that were starting to come out. Izuru chuckled to himself as he snuggled against Gin.

"What is it?" Gin asked, curious. He turned towards Izuru so that they were facing each other. Izuru chuckled again. "What?"

"I don't know if you noticed, Taichou, but you were extremely talkative tonight." Izuru said softly, still stifling his laughter. It had been completely uncharacteristic of his Captain. Gin pouted.

"Ah couldn't help it." Gin said, turning away. "It's all Hachiban Taichou's fault, anyway, fer bring that subject up in tha first place." Chuckling again, Izuru rested his head on the back of his Captain's back, closing his eyes. It wasn't until they fell completely silent that they heard a crackle and another voice around them.

"Ne, you two, you do know you left the coms on the whole time?"

Author's Note: Man, I must be losing my touch, to end it on such a nice note for the two of them, with Izu being happy, although he wasn't able to finish... Oh well, I guess I kinda messed it up for them with Kyouraku Taichou having listened in on the whole thing... As to why it was Kyouraku Taichou... I asked a friend to pick a number between six and thirteen, since one, two, three and four wouldn't be available. And she chose eight. Sigh, way to be difficult..