A/N: Thanks for the great reviews, on with the next chapter, I don't own Bleach- enjoy! Sorry if I spelled Senkaimon wrong, I wasn't sure of the spelling.
Chapter 5
Rangiku walked slowly down her barracks, her heart lonely and filled with longing- Gin had gone to the world of the living for a mission, all on his own- it was just like before, she was left behind to wonder whether or not he was coming back. She walked solemnly to the bar where she proceeded to take her usual bar stool, she ordered her usual bottle of sake which by a few minutes had been completely downed. The sake tasted different, bitter and sharp instead of warm and sweet, she left a couple yen on the counter before leaving to her own living quarters, her pink scarf billowing in the wind behind her. When she returned the door was already open "I'm sure I closed it this morning" she said to herself as she entered and closed to the door behind her, she scanned the room warily- no sign of anything else in here with her, she let out a huge sigh of relief before she chuckled lightly at her own paranoia. She threw her scarf on the bed before entering the bathroom, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and gasped loudly before her body automatically stiffened into it's usual defensive stanse, her hands reached quickly for the hilt of her zanpakuto behind her back, only to find it gone- Aizen was behind her! She prepared to hit him but never got the chance as a large blunt object pounded her against the side of her skull sending her into a deep, black pit of pain and panic.
When the stealth force arrived at her quarters, she was already gone.
Gin's heart pounded as he flash stepped through various streets, looking like nothing more than a lilac coloured blur, his hair and body were glistening with sweat when he finally reached the opened and waiting Senkaimon, he stepped into it- not looking back, his head swimming with endless questions and emotions. The blinding light engulfed him as it speedily transported him to Soul Society. Something was very wrong, he could have told you that when he arrived at the location of his 'mission' and finding that he was the only one there- it was a hoax! And now he couldn't shake the feeling of dread.
Minutes later the bamboo doors of the Senkaimon opened and Gin faced a very hectic and worried Seretei, Yamamoto stood in the way of Gin's view of the once peaceful Seretei, a serious look on his aged face. And Gin knew by that look, he knew deep within the deep pit of fear in his stomach that something had happened to her, his Rangiku. He inhaled sharply as the captains of the 13 court guard squads gave him sympathetic looks, he turned to look at Yamamoto nervously before the old man gripped his shoulder in a reassuring way. "WHERE IS SHE" he shouted angrily, fighting against the strong hold of the punishment force's restraint. The Soutaichou appearing before him once more, his sympathetic look changing to fierce concern. "Captain Ichimaru calm yourself, Lieutenant Matsumoto was declared missing this morning". 'No" Gin whispered in disbelief, the shock and guilt instantly sobering him, shrugging off the punishment force's restraints he skulked off, the anger and hatred finally settling into his system like a vile poision. "Captain Ichimaru where are you going?" someone shouted behind him- he didn't look who it was. "To kill Aizen. For the last time" he said back venomously.
Gin's blood boiled as thoughts of pure, unfiltered anger clogged his mind with images of Aizen's mangled body once he had finished with it. He wouldn't leave unti he was sure that the bastard was actually dead this time, he would bathe in his filthy blood and dance upon his battered corpse. Gin continued to run through the Seretei, the stealth force officer's hot on his trail though he managed to shake them off in a dark corner on the way towards the Rukon District. He nervously looked around and checked for any tell tale flair of reiatsu before pulling out his zanpakuto. Snapping his fingers dangerously he waited for the rip in time to open and create a garganta, he checked once more before stepping into it and back to the darkness of Hueco Mundo.
Meanwhile in a dark room in the palace of Las Noches Rangiku was preparing to face her death with a heavy heart. "Aizen" she whispered with pure hatred, as though the word was thick bile rising in her throat- even though deep down her fear consumed her stomack, knotting it tightly. Aizen entered the room again, a wicked grin on his face and his unsheathed zanpakuto in hand as he advanced towards her, backing her shaking body against the wall roughly.