And another AU! Hooray!

It really was his fault, she told herself. It really was his fault that she was ducking behind trees and around corners, trying desperately not to get caught.

Rangiku Matsumoto: bubbly college student by day, super-secret-awesome-'evil' ninja by night.

He knew it was for the best, but he really didn't want her to get hurt. If Yamamoto's men caught her, she was dead for sure. Damn Aizen.

Gin Ichimaru: grinning chef by day, undercover 'bad guy' by night.

They'd met when they were kids. It had been harmless enough back then. Play-dates instead of secret missions. Mothers instead of Sosuke Aizen.

It really was Aizen's fault, not Gin's as Rangiku speculated. If Aizen wouldn't have chosen Gin, then they would have a normal life. But who knew why Aizen did what he did?

Aizen was a topic for another day, however. Gin had to finalize plans for a... play-date with Rangiku. These things were very important.

Of course his cell phone had to ring just as he was texting her. Why did that always happen? You're trying to do something, but then your phone goes off and messes it all up. He answered, a tinge of annoyance finding its way into his tone.

"Yep?" he asked.

"She is deemed unnecessary. You can pick up what's left in twenty minutes."

Gin Ichimaru rarely opened his eyes. When he did, it was out of anger, shock, and, in rare events, sadness.

This was a mixture of all three.

"What-Damnit!" he swore, realizing Aizen had already hung up. Well, it was probably for the best - that Aizen had hung up, not that Rangiku was 'unnecessary' - when Grimmjow had questioned Aizen his left big toe had been chopped off.

Rangiku Matsumoto was a strong girl with very large breasts. These very large breasts were making it quite difficult to maneuver as she dodged being killed once more. The only difference this time was that it was a rather small, feminine-looking male doing the job, cackling maniacally the entire time. Though he was about half her size, he was fast, and rather strong.

It really was lucky Rangiku was a strong girl. If she wasn't, she wouldn't have been able to grab his wrist and twist it.

Self-defense classes had been a must for Rangiku.

Not that he seemed affected or anything, but it stopped the knife from coming any closer. But the kid had an imagination, deciding that it would be a good idea to kick her in the boob.

He was probably gay then. Most other guys would've used a hand. Or a face. That was a memorable occasion...

And it did work. She did drop his wrist, and, before she could move out of range, holding her newly-bruised breast, he swept it in a downward arc, slicing cleanly through the front of her tanktop.

Okay then. Not gay.

It really was sheer luck that Gin Ichimaru found her, cornered by that freak Antenor - okay, Gin had been friends with Luppi, but he would call any guy that had the nerve to cut open Rangiku's shirt a freak. Anyone that wasn't him, of course.

There were several places Aizen used when he had his 'Espada' kill people. (Luppi wasn't actually an Espada, he was just filling in for Grimmjow, who was using his vacation days to go to Hawaii.) It was simply luck that brought Gin to the one Rangiku was dying in.

Gin parked the car and got out, running to Rangiku. She'd seen him. Luppi was too preoccupied to notice. He was stalking toward her, giggling maniacally.

Gin grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him aside. "Wha-Gin!" he complained. Gin didn't look at him.

"Rangiku..." he said quietly, kneeling to see eye-to-eye with her. She was sitting on the ground, still holding her shirt together, glaring out at the world. He lifted a hand to the side of her face. "Rangiku, are you all right?"

"He ruined my favorite top," she said through gritted teeth. "Can I kill him?"

Gin felt the grin split his face again. "Come on, Rangiku. We've got to go."

"No, I'm serious. The kid needs to die. And I've seen him hanging around you, is he gay or not? Seriously, I have no idea."

Gin shook his head slowly. "Ya know, Rangiku, I dunno."

They fled the country and didn't look back. Gin still had the feeling that someone was going to jump out of the shadows and kill him every once in a while, but other than that, it was a nice life. They got married, after years of talking about it.

Everything was perfect until the Espada caught up.

Their first clue was the extremely tall, extremely thin man with an eyepatch and long, greasy-looking black hair standing on the sidewalk in front of their house at all times.

After a few days, he was joined by two more young men. Rangiku shuddered and closed the blinds.

Eventually they had a small army standing on their lawn, just staring at their house. It was amazing how much willpower they had; there were always at least ten people awake.

Gin recognized them. Aizen's army. Rangiku recognized a few of them as well, but pretended not to. They did everything as usual.

That is, until Aizen himself showed up. When the brown-haired man showed his face, time seemed to stop.

"Aizen," Gin said. "What're you doing here?"

"What are you doing here, Gin? Didn't you know the consequences that your actions are sure to bring?"

"Rangiku. Run," Gin said, deadly serious. The smile was gone, the eyes were open.

Rangiku hesitated, looking at Gin with supreme insecurity on her face. "Gin-"

"Now!" Gin said.

Rangiku took off.

Um. Can you tell I had no idea how to end this?

Anyway, expect lots of updates on this story. I plan on finishing this story, then finishing a different story of mine, then a different one, then a different one, then the Soul Society Tales...

But to those who read The Soul Society Tales, they will be updated between finished stories/chapters/whenever I feel like it.

So, anyway. That's basically it.

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