You'll have to forgive my Gin's accent weakness and how It was missing all this time... I'm not great at it but I'm trying. Haha. If anyone has correction on his accent I'd love to hear them so I don't mess up twice on the same thing.

Gin Ichimaru woke up every day at half past nine. His friend, Kira Izuru, brings him breakfast… usually. It was now eleven in the morning and he hadn't shown up. The silver haired man sat at the island in his kitchen looking at the clock with eyes that appeared to be closed and his smile still wide.

A small boy walked out of the bedroom with sleepy eyes. "Mr. Ichimaru?"

"Yes, Hana?" Gin's face turned to Hanatarou's face with a softer smile not quite as wide as before.

Yamada's face turned red. "Um," After being called a shortened version of his name he seemed to forget what he was doing. "Where's your friend with breakfast?"

"He didn't come today." Almost instantly after Gin spoke his cell phone began to spin with a lightly buzzing noise. He observed the number on the phone for a few seconds and took a deep breath as he picked it up. "Yes?" His smile was now gone as he listened to the voice on the other line. "Got ya."

Hanatarou watched Gin talk on the phone. It seemed more natural. His Kyoto context and the way it flowed from his mouth. As soon as the phone was on the table again, "Is everything alright, Mr. Ichimaru?"

His face turned to his guest and his regular expression appeared. "Yes, Hana, I jus' got called in to work. Would ya mind comin' 'long?"

"Work?" Hanatarou was amazed by the way a man like Gin could talk so different from what he used to. "Where do you work?"

"The hospital." It was almost a shock. The grinning giant was a doctor. "Will ya?"

The small black haired boy shook his head. "But why?"

"I wanna check ya out." Gin's face was still in a smile as he got up and went to his bedroom. Hanatarou headed for the sliding door that hid the dryer and washer. His clothes were folded on the top of the dryer. He couldn't help but smile at it.

Yamada was still utterly impressed by this guy. He wasn't sure if there was anything that wouldn't surprise him about this man. He guessed his host was a softy on the inside. After changing Hanatarou couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have a Gin sized Teddy bear. The giant emerged from his bedroom and to the door. The small boy followed, he was always so obedient. No was not in his vocabulary.

"So you're a doctor?" Hanatarou started awkwardly as he got in the car. It was clean and smelt like any other regular car. It was foreign, just a common car, it wasn't even a new model. Outside you'd think he was a completely ordinary person, his company thought different.

Gin opened the glove box while Hanatarou watch him pull out a pair of glasses. The boy in passenger seat's eyes widened. The silver haired man slipped them on quickly and seemed to open his eyes a normal amount. "Yeah." His smile did not remain.

Yamada would have never guessed, the whole time he was squinting. "Y-you wear glasses?"

"Only drivin'." The short answers seemed to lead to nothing. Gin picked up on his passenger's feeling of being uncomfortable. "Where do ya work?"

There was a very quiet sigh of relief from the boy. "The coffee shop, the one down the street from the complex."

The smile seemed to reappear. "Retsu Unohana's place?"

"You know her?" Hanatarou's gaze was moved his lap. The smile Gin wore now was creepier than usual since his eyes were open.

"She don't make no sense."

"What?" Yamada couldn't quite understand what the driver was getting at; he thought everything Unohana said and did made perfect sense, well what he had seen.

The older of the two shook his head while watching the road. "She went to school with me. Then she done pass up the chance to be a doctor for that shop. There ain't no sense to her."

Hanatarou had never known his boss had gone to college to be a doctor. "I never knew that." There was some silence. It wasn't uncomfortable for Ichimaru but the passenger seemed very uneasy. There was still a lot about Gin he never knew and he tended to forget that since the man was so friendly with him. "Thank you for everything."

"Ya don't have to thank me." The car was stopped in the hospital parking lot. Hanatarou had somehow checked in as an outpatient. After about a half hour wait, the blonde that was at Gin's apartment stood in a door way his eyes looking at a list.

His face looked up and looked at Yamada with a shocked look. "Yamada Hanatarou?" They both knew exactly who it was. "Come with me." The blonde walked on with a bothered expression. "I'm Izuru Kira, I'll be-"

A large smile and glasses in the pocket of his large white coat, with his squinting eyes Gin walked down the hallway. "Izuru," The man's hand was places upon the blonde's shoulder. He looked instantly attentive. "I have Yamada from here. Go on and get the next patient."

Kira looked bothered. It had to have been the first time Gin had done such a thing. "Ichimaru!" The three turned to see another doctor and a few more nurses pushing a beautiful orange haired woman. "We need your help in the ER!" The Woman was headed for the ER for sure. It looked like she had been attacked.

"This way." Izuru spoke as he led Hanatarou to a exam room. They went on like a normal thing. But with Gin Ichimaru it was all but normal.

The woman that was brought in was a close friend of Gin's, the one who once filled the now empty bedroom in Gin's apartment. Slipping on his glasses he saw how bad it was. He showed no expression beyond normal. "Do ya know who she is?"

"You were down as a contact in her file." One of the nurses spoke.

A doctor looked wide-eyed at Gin. "Were you friends?"

"I was just her doctor." The woman's wounds started on the collar bone. One large cut down the right side of the collar bone. Several lines came off of it over her breast and on her stomach was written whore. It looked as if it was done by a razor. She was losing consciousness quickly from blood loss.

They attempt to save her without too much effort from Gin. They tried, for as long as she could hold on. As the line went flat and the beeping from the machine went on solidly. The silver haired man sighed, "Rangiku."

Sorry it took so long. I started a partner-ship type thing with someone to help them right, once more. And I think I ended this chapter quite well.