A/N: Oh dear. This update is later-than-late, and it isn't even a long one! I'm sooo sorry guys! But, I do like this chapter. Gin POV, yayayay! And, it's quite important too. So don't try and strangle me with my own scarf yet, please people! I give you full permission after you've read! (and maybe reviewed?) :P
The lyrics of this song don't really have anything to do with the going-ons in this chapter, but I think the mood of it suits it perfectly, hope ya'll agree with lil' old me! And, just freaked out slightly, 'cos I remembered how many reviews and favourites I got for this chapter! Seriously, like, a million! (Well, maybe not quite that much...)
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Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters. All credit goes to Kubo Tite, the Awesome One. I also do not own the song Hallelujah by...Leonard Cohen? Can't be bothered to look it up, but I think that's right.
Hallelujah
"Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah."
Gin was sitting in the ratty old armchair in the living room with his guitar, scribbling out guitar chords for the song Rangiku wanted to sing at the weekend. Unfortunately, there was one chord in the bridge that just didn't sound right. Gin sighed, ran a hand through his hair and repositioned his guitar. He started strumming gently, careful not to be too loud, lest he wake Rangiku up from her slumber in the floor. He probably shouldn't have been practising at five in the morning, but whatever.
Gin muttered to himself as he reached the section that was giving him trouble. "C, F, G, A minor, F, G, A minor, F, then what?" he whisper-shouted, frustrated. He plucked out a few more arpeggios, none of which fit, then gave up and leaned back in his seat. "Better take it from the top." he decided.
He strummed out the introduction, then took a breath and started singing, oh so softly.
"I've heard there was a secret chord,
That David played and it pleased the Lord,
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall, and the major lift,
And the baff—" he broke off as a wrong chord filled the air, ruining themagic of the music. Gin groaned.
"It ain't goin' right! Nothin' works!" He finally gave up and glanced over at where Rangiku lay, her hair fanned out over the pillow.
'She looks like a princess,' he thought before he could stop himself. Then, in his mind, he heard her voice.
"What do you think you're doing, Gin? You can't give up now, that sounds amazing! Look, all you have to do is try all the chords there are, one after the other! You'll get there eventually, you know that!"
Gin chuckled quietly. Yeah, that was exactly what she'd say. He looked over at where his guitar lay, abandoned, and shook his head, smiling at himself. 'I must be goin' crazy.' he thought.
He picked up the guitar again and started to play, looking at his little sleeping princess all the while. He floated through the first verse and when he reached the awkward part in the bridge, he closed his eyes and just let the music lift him up on its wings. Miraculously, the chord came out perfectly and Gin continued to the chorus.
'So it was G after all...' he mused lazily, cracking his eyes open again and smiling fondly over at Rangiku. He played the song right to the end, imagining Rangiku's high soprano filling in over his husky tenor.
When the last chord rang out of his guitar, he leaned the instrument against the wall and crawled over to where his best friend slept. She had a part of her fringe in her face again; she was constantly complaining about it, but Gin refused to let her cut it off. Grinning to himself, he smoothed it out away from her features, leaving them bare to his gaze. She shifted then, turning her head slightly into his head, mumbling, "Gin..."
He held his breath, but let it out gently again when she produced a soft snore. She was still asleep. Focusing on her closed eyes, he marvelled at how the thick black lashes so perfectly brushed her smooth cheek, concealing the beautiful, blue-grey eyes that were so different to his own, yet so similar. His eyes widened as her lips parted gently.
'God, she's beautiful.'
Hesitantly, Gin leaned over her sleeping form, closer, closer, until his lips were hovering a breath away from her own. He paused, unsure. Was it fair? Should he do this? It was stealing, he knew that. Finally, he came to a decision and pulled away.
'Nah, that's low, even for me. I wouldn't steal her first kiss without her even knowin' it. I'll get it fer real some day...' he thought as he put away his guitar. Before he went to the kitchen to make a snack for her when she woke up, he bent down again swiftly, and planted a gentle, barely-there kiss on her cheek.
'Yeah, some day.'
A/N: Naw, Gin's inner working's are so sweet, huh? Way protective of his Ran-chan! Sorry again about the tiny chapter, guys! Read & Review, s'il vous plait!