A/N: Wow. Another update in a row. What does that make it, three? Geez. I must seem like I don't have a life...which is unfortunately probably true. Okayyy, anyways, credit for this song choice goes to Rainbow Fruit Loop, who I apologize to for this very bad interpretation of the song, but...yeah. I'm having a small amount of Writers' Block, and this was the best I could come up with. Hopefully it's still cute though! Was aiming for cute, by the way...

Great response to the last chapter, and really quickly too! So, people to thank:

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angelprincess ino, who was also very very fast!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters. All credit goes to the spentabulous (made it up) Kubo Tite! Don't own the song I'll See Your Heart & Show You Mine either... :)

I'll See Your Heart & Raise You Mine

"This is the story of the angel

Who played poker with the devil

In the Garden of Eden,

Before it all went pear-shaped."

Rangiku blew a sigh upwards so it mussed her fringe. She was bored again. Gin was away doing…something; she had no idea what, he'd always wandered off on random occasions, and now she was alone in the apartment with absolutely zilch to do. Yay.

Not that she was resentful of Gin or anything, he deserved time to himself once in a way, and it wasn't like he was ever gone for long. She just wished it wasn't so boring while he wasn't with her. She was too dependent on him, she supposed, she needed to get some free-time activity of her own. Not one that involved exercise, though. That wasn't fun. That was Hell on Earth.

Rangiku rolled over onto her stomach, thinking hard. She could phone Toushiro. Wasn't that what normal girls did when they had time on their hands? Phone a friend? But then she remembered he'd be at school right now, and he didn't seem to enjoy her company that much anyway. Maybe it was the death-hugs…

Either way, that didn't seem to be an option. She considered going for a walk around the block, but then realised the disgusting drizzling that was taking place at that moment. How Gin could stand to be outside was a mystery to her.

Writing a story? Nah, creativity hadn't ever been one of her strong points. At least, not when it came to words…she could draw something! She'd always loved artwork; at the orphanage she'd always try her hardest to get one of the disgusting old felt tips just to alleviate her boredom in the long hours they were forced to spend in their rooms, having 'a quiet time'.

Rangiku jumped up and started scrounging for a piece of paper and a pencil. Surprisingly, she managed to find a not-so-filthy eraser as well.

After she had collected her various tools, she came to the decision of what in the world to draw. None of the stuff in the apartment was interesting enough and outside was much the same. Then it hit her. God, she was dumb. What else was there to draw?

…

"Ran-chan?" Gin entered the small flat, shaking his hair of the droplets of water that had accumulated in it. It had started to pour out there, so he came home from his 'quick' stroll.

"Hey Gin!" came the reply. He looked around for the source of the greeting in confusion, wondering how she could have possibly made herself invisible, before he saw a pair of small, bare feet poking out from behind the sofa.

"Ran-chan…What are ya doin'?" 'Dare I ask?' he added silently.

"Drawing!"

"What are ya drawin'?" he inquired, leaning over her shoulder curiously. She thrust a hand into his face, pushing his head away from her artwork. "Ow! Hey, Ran-chan, what'd ya do that for?" he whined, rubbing his throbbing nose.

"Sorry, Gin, but you're not allowed to see it until it's done. Genius at work here." she informed him, slightly snobbishly.

Gin rolled his eyes and decided to give up. There was no budging her when she was like this.

"Yeah, whatever. Do we have any dry clothes I can use?"

"Airing cupboard." came the detached answer, her face buried in whatever she was drawing.

"Cheers." he ruffled her hair and strolled to the cupboard, stripped off his shirt and pants, changed his pants for clean ones and paused. Then he re-entered the living room.

"Ran-chan?"

"Hm?"

"I don' have no clean shirts."

"Whoops. Forgot to do the laundry. Wow, I really am absorbed in this aren't I?" she exclaimed, slightly wondrous of her own talent.

There was a long pause.

"…So are ya gonna do it now?" Gin asked tentatively.

"No. Go do your own laundry."

Gin sighed and exited, heading towards the tumble dryer. He'd just dry his dirty shirt. The washing machine was beyond him.

…

"Ran-chan?" It was getting late. Around half-five, and he was hungry. "Are ya gonna cook supper?"

"Nah, I'm nearly done now! Just another hour…" Rangiku replied, sticking her tongue out in concentration, waving him away.

"Ran-chan, ya have ta cook dinner at least."

"Can't you do it just this once?" she complained, rubbing out an awry line.

"…Do ya remember the last time I tried ta cook somethin'? Toast, was it?"

"…" Rangiku made a face as she remembered the embarrassment of telling the fire brigade why the whole block of flats had nearly been burnt down. "Okay, tell you what, if you can do a drawing better than this in a quarter of an hour, I'll cook dinner now. If not, I'll cook it when I'm damn well ready. And remember, this isn't finished yet, so no teasing." she warned him before shoving her work into his face.

Gin backed his head out a little bit so he could focus on the drawing. What he saw took him by surprise. It was a drawing of him, head and neck only, grin in place and apt shading through the entire thing, except for a section of the hair.

"Wow. That's pretty good, Ran-chan."

"I know!" she replied modestly.

"But, ya know what they said at the orphanage. 'When bribed with food, Ichimaru-kun seems to be a genius with everything.'" he put on a posh voice, imitating the orphanage matron scarily well.

"Don't underestimate art, Gin! It may look easy, but trust me, no one can just…pick it up." she said disdainfully.

Gin raised an eyebrow. She really was getting on her high horse about this. He was quite flattered she drew him though. God knows what he would have done if it'd been that Hitsugaya brat.

"Right. Well, if I may borrow yer pencil, I can show ya that ain't quite true, darlin'." he said patronizingly, taking the worn down stub from her hand.

After around fifteen minutes, Gin proudly held up a drawing of Rangiku, full-body, shaded to a tee, not an untrue detail anywhere. It appeared to be the work of a master.

"...Damn you." Rangiku admitted defeat graciously, heading towards the kitchen.

"An angel like you shouldn't gamble, Ran-chan! 'Specially not with a demon like me!" he called after her retreating back, smugly for him.

Rangiku raised her middle finger at him without turning round.

A/N: Lolololol, thought this song sounded really sweet and innocent, so I made this chapter really sweet and innocent too. Wasn't the longest thing I've ever written, but hey, you can't do everything, right? Love the idea of Gin not being bothered to do anything...until Rangiku bribes him with food! Aha! And I've always thought that Rangiku and Gin would be good drawers, dunno why...maybe it's my Art course invading my brain with different types of brush strokes and rubbish.

Well...who knows? Please review guys, I know there are more people reading than reviewing, I accept anonymous reviews and pretty much anything except flames. And, as you have seen...NEW REVIEWERS GET A PARTY! WOOOO! *does her freaky disco dancing routine*

Sorry about that by the way...I know I can't dance. It's really frustrating Gin, he's been trying to teach me for...how long, Gin? GOD, has it really been three years? Wow, I am useless...

Naw~~~thanks, Rangiku! Rangiku said I could dance everyone! But we all know she's lying to save my feelings!