Don't You Trust Me?

Bleach and its characters do not belong to me.

"Gin, are you really going to go through with this? It's just a petty bet."

I lit my cigarette and blew smoke into the air.

"It's no big deal. Byakuya doesn't think I can be nice. I'll prove him wrong. It's just for a week."

Zaraki shook his head at me.

"Yea I know. Help out random strangers for a week, but what's the point?"

I shrugged. I wasn't all that concerned.

"And helping the same girl isn't gonna get you extra points or anything."

The red head from yesterday popped in my head.

"She looked helpless. It's not like I actually care."

He chuckled.

"Isn't caring a crucial part to be being nice?"

I stamped out my cigarette and leaned against the brick wall behind.

"The technicalities don't matter. I just have to play the part."

He looked towards the opening of the alleyway and then looked back at me.

"She can't know who you are Gin. Remember that."

I ignored his comment. I was fully aware I couldn't get close to outsiders. I had no intention to.

"When's he supposed to show?"

Zaraki shrugged and we continued to wait.

An hour later headlights lit up the dark alley.

It was time.

We took our post and lay in wait.

My search for the silver haired man was fruitless.

I was late getting back to work and Boss chewed me out for the coffee being cold.

Usually I would've fought back, but I just took it.

I could barely sleep. My thoughts were only of him.

I immersed myself in my work, trying to keep my mind off that guy.

Why I was concerned I had no idea. Maybe it was the mysteriousness of it all.

Why had he helping me of all people?

Were they just random acts of kindness?

Or was there more to it?

Just who are you?

"Rangiku?"

From the quick look I had gotten from him I assumed he was my age, but I couldn't be sure with him having silver hair.

"Rangiku."

I hadn't seen him around, but I'd only living here for 6 months.

"Rangiku!"

I was sure I'd remember someone as striking as him though.

"MATSUMOTO!"

I jumped at the sudden explosion.

"What Boss?"

He looked like he was trying to control his patience.

"I've been calling your name the past 5 minutes."

That took me by surprise. I hadn't heard anything.

"Sorry. I've got things on my mind."

He eyed me curiously.

"Whatever. I need you to do me a favor."

He looked uncomfortable, which was unusual for him.

He was usually so calm and collected.

"What is it?"

He leaned against my desk.

"You're aware of the company party coming up."

I nodded my head in affirmation.

"I heard from Hinamori that, through unfortunate circumstances, you are now single?"

I nodded again, unsure of where this was going.

"The president's son, Shuuhei Hisagi, is unwilling to attend unless he finds a date. He apparently has expressed an interest in you."

I was taken by surprise. I had talked to him a few times in passing. I didn't really know him though.

"Do I have a choice in the matter?"

He shook his. I didn't think so.

Well he is hot.

"Very well. I'll be his date."

He grinned at me and went back to his guest.

The silver haired guy was still at the top of my thoughts.

I turned to Toushiro, suddenly nervous.

"Hey Boss, you've lived here a long time right?"

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"All my life. Why?"

It was a long shot but I still had to ask.

"Do you know of anybody with silver hair?"

He rolled his eyes.

"It's a huge city Matsumoto. It's impossible to know everyone."

I nodded my head in understanding.

"But silver hair is a striking feature! You would've remembered seeing it!"

He looked surprised.

"What's the deal? What happened?"

I was glad to be able to get it off of my chest.

When I was finished explaining he scrutinized me.

The silence was killing me.

"What?"

He shook his head.

"I don't want to tell you how to life, but forget about him. Your main priority at the moment is to keep Shuuhei happy. No distractions."

His tone of voice kept me from arguing.

I tried my best to purge all thoughts of the silver haired man from my brain.

He could tell that I was upset.

"It's Friday night. Go out with some friends. Take your mind off of things."

I shook my head.

"I can't. Momo's out of town and you work all night."

I felt pathetic for only having 2 friends. Both of which I knew through work.

My social life had never been great, but this was just sad.

I sighed, not looking forward to going home.

We watched the drug exchange, hoping they would let something slip so we could take them out.

Zaraki looked like he was itching to start a fight, but I shook my head at him.

If we revealed ourselves now Aizen would kill us.

If things went as planned they would be dead by the end of the week.

I had lost count of how many I had killed over the years.

I had been on my way to becoming a police officer, when I found myself slipping into my current line of work.

Aizen had recruited me. Interested in my ability to be discreet and go unnoticed.

I blended in. I didn't draw attention to myself. I was sure there wasn't many that knew I even exhisted.

I was just a forgotten face in the crowd.

I was still a kid at the time. It sounded like fun. So of course I said yes.

How wrong I was. If I was ever discovered I would spend the rest of my life rotting in a jail cell.

I wasn't fond of it now, but I couldn't quit. Quiting was the equivalent of handing in my death wish.

The man they were supposed to be paying fell to the ground, dead. Knife to the heart.

I strained my ears, hoping they would give away some piece of crucial information.

We just need a name! You're bosses name!

A clanging from an adjoining alley reverberated through the night.

Me and Zaraki tensed up. Unsure of what to expect.

I could tell the men weren't expecting anyone.

They looked surprised, wary.

When I saw a familiar red head, my stomach plummeted.

Fear was written on her face as she processed what she had stumbled upon..

They advanced for her. She turned and ran. They chased her.

Shit!

I acted without thinking. Zaraki called after me but I ignored him.

I kept sighing as I walked home.

Boss had told me to forget him, but how could I?

I was ashamed of the fact that I was wearing his jacket.

I had told myself that it was in case I ran into him again, but in truth, I just enjoyed his scent.

I felt like a creeper for thinking that way but his scent was very comforting.

Tired, I decided to cut through the alleyways to get home. It was much quicker that way.

I was probably asking for trouble doing this, but I had taken self defense classes when I moved here.

As long as a weapon wasn't pulled on me, I was fairly sure of my ability to get away.

Besides, I had taken the alley's countless times and nothing had happened.

The talking coming from ahead didn't alert me. I had passed homeless people and drunks a few times.

They had never caused me any trouble.

I started to round a corner, but stopped at what I saw.

There were three men talking to each other.

They were all dressed very nicely so I knew these weren't drunks or homeless people.

They weren't your everyday citizens either though.

I had decided to turn around and take the long way home when they suddenly plunged a knife into one of the men's heart.

I jumped back in fright and ran into some trashcans.

That frightened me and I jumped out into plain view.

I was trembling in fear, unsure of what to do.

When they took a step towards I bolted and ran.

They followed me, their footsteps echoing in the night.

I started crying.

Someone help me!

Just as I was about to round another corner in the hopes of losing them, I tripped and fell to the ground.

My head hit the ground and my ankle twisted.

I could feel blood flowing from both of my knees.

The two men loomed over me.

"She's a sexy bitch ain't she?"

His friend nodded in agreement.

I was disgusted by how they looked at me.

"Maybe we should have a little fun before we kill her."

They both licked their lips and I wanted to disappear.

They reached for me and I shut my eyes and flinched away in fear.

Just as fingers brushed my hair, I heard a commotion that made me open my eyes.

Someone had come to my rescue.

I opened my eyes in disbelief when I recognized the silver haired man from yesterday.

He was fighting with both of them.

He punched one to the ground and kicked him in the ribs.

The other one was walking up behind him a drew a knife.

"Look out!"

He turned and grabbed the man by the throat.

The man dropped his knife and struggled at the hand around his throat.

My rescuer threw him to the ground beside his friend.

"Leave! Now!"

His voice was laced with venom. I even cringed in fear.

They both scrambled up off the ground and ran away.

A tall, huge man ran around the corner of the adjacent alleyway.

He was scary to say the least.

He had dark brown hair worn in spikes and on the left side of his face was a scar traveling down his cheek.

Everything about him screamed danger.

"What happened?"

He was addressing the silver haired man.

He shook his head.

"They are gone."

More like you sent them away with their tails between their legs…

The big man turned his attention on me and I shifted nervously.

"What about the girl?"

He sounded wary.

"I'll take care of it. Go back without me."

The big man hesitated before leaving.

My rescuer turned to me and I gulped, unsure of what to expect.

oooh! What's gonna happen?

You'll have to wait to find out.

Till next time!

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