47. Creation
Characters: Ichimaru Gin, Hitsugaya Toushiro
Pairing: GinHitsu
Summary: Ichimaru Gin had to say: he was probably the only one who even remembered he had been a god. And that suited his purposes just fine.
Not many people remembered the gods.
No, no, no. Not the King or the Royal Family, but the gods.
The gods that inhabited the mountains, the lakes, the seas, the woods, the skies. They were forgotten by all but folklore.
Strange as it seems, people controlled the life and death of the gods.
As long as people continued to believe, they would live. If people didn't, they would die. And as the modern world and its philosophies spread, gods died.
The first ones to go were those governing the sacred spirits of animals. Foxes, raccoons, frogs, bears, wolves; their gods died out as humans began preaching superiority.
The last ones to go were protectors of mountains, seas, and forests. But they were dying too.
(The only gods who didn't die were those of humans.)
But these dead gods didn't completely disappear. Their spirits lingered at times; corrupted they became vasto lords, saved they became shinigami.
The most recent god to die was the protector of the highest mountain of the world.
And he became the youngest captain in Gotei 13.
But he was one of the last ones. There hadn't been many gods by the time he passed.
Soon the only spirits one could see on the earthly plane were either gods of death or evil spirits.
Well, if one put it that way, the old gods still lived. They lived as shinigami rather than gods.
Ichimaru Gin had to say, he was probably the only one who even remembered he had been a god.
And that suited his purposes just fine.
The supreme commander might not remember his time as the deity of Mt. Helen, but Ichimaru did. Tousen Kaname might not remember his time as the Mesopotamian god of justice, Shamash, but Ichimaru did. Captain Aizen might not remember the time he had been hailed as Hermes, patron of liars and tricksters, but Ichimaru did.
And that suited his purposes just fine.
After all, Ichimaru had only been what the Japanese called a kitsune. Nothing fancy like the gods of Greek myths or ancient cultures.
It was minor gods like him who died first.
But he had been a lucky one. All the others he knew personally died before him.
Even so, he was unable to survive the human shift into non belief.
So he went on and became a Shinigami like all the dead gods.
Just like Unohana, Ukitate, Hirako, Urahara, Kuchiki, Aizen, Yamamoto, Kyoraku, and Shiba Kaien.
Just like Hitsugaya Toushiro.
The deity of the highest mountain in the world.
True to his element, the young captain sported naturally white hair just like the freshly fallen snow and a piercing gaze just like the hardened ice.
It was no wonder he wielded the strongest ice zanpakuto there was. It was no wonder he was a child genius.
And it was only natural that they had a better understanding of one another.
After all, they were all gods.
"How did you know?" the younger captain asked, whispering between kisses.
Not that any of the dead gods themselves realized it.
"'Cause I love ya."
And it suited his purposes just fine.
-End-
A/N: I always wanted to find a logical conclusion to why some of the shinigami were like freakishly strong while others were nameless soldiers. I mean, if they were all humans, how did some gain their powers? Mutations?
Hn, sure.
Ah, I went back and reformatted the table of contents as well as the chapters. So now you readers will get a small intro before the actual story! ('Cause I just realized how confused people must have been for the last story with fem!Ichimaru, so now you'll get a warning before I pull something crazy out of the hat!)
Well, thanks for reading~!
~sodesne