Don't You Trust Me?

Bleach and its characters do not belong to me.

"Is it really necessary for us to wear suits to this damn job? I understand that the company's having a party, but we're supposed to be keeping out of sight so what's the point?"

I ignored Zaraki's complaints and continued staring at the folder and pictures.

He kept grumbling so I tried to placate him.

"On the off chance that we are seen we'll bend in."

He finished tying his tie and walked over to look over my shoulder.

I hadn't been able to take my eyes off of the magazine clipping since Aizen had assigned me the job.

"Wait a minute. Isn't tha—"

He reached out and grabbed it off the table.

"Gin, this is that girl."

I didn't acknowledge his statement. I didn't try to deny it. I knew he recognized her.

"Does Aizen know about her?"

I nodded my head.

"He knows she's dating the president's son. If necessary we will use her to achieve our goal."

I got up and strapped my gun to my pants.

Zaraki was still looking at the clipping.

"Are you okay with that?"

I sighed.

"Why wouldn't I be okay with it?"

He looked at me like I was being stupid.

"Gin, you obviously feel something for this girl. Why are you try—"

I cut him off with a death glare.

"I feel nothing for nobody. All that girl is, is leverage. As far as I'm concerned, I've never seen her before. Bring it up again, and I'll kill you."

That's how it had to be. It was necessary for her safety. For my life.

She was nothing to me. She couldn't be anything but nothing to me.

He nodded in understanding and strapped his gun on.

"Let's go."

"Rangiku, you look great. Stop fussing."

I was making sure everything was just right. Momo had been ready and hour ago.

"I know I look great, but you know how vain I am."

She laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Shuuhei's not gonna be able to keep his eyes off of you."

She was eyeing my dress with veiled disapproval.

It was a red halter, that dipped really low to accommodate my huge breasts.

It was floor length, and on the right side was a slit that went to my knee.

I finished straightening my hair and turned to her.

"I'm not doing this for him. I just refuse to leave looking unpresentable."

Out of habit, I grabbed my mystery guy's jacket and tugged it on.

Momo raised an eyebrow at me.

"That doesn't exactly go with your dress."

I looked in the mirror.

She was right.

The rough leather of the jacket did clash with the thin satiny fabric of the dress.

I was reluctant to leave without it though.

"I'll hang it in the coat room when we get there."

She grabbed her purse and scrutinized me.

"You have tons of jackets. Why that one?"

She knew full well why this jacket. She just wanted to hear me say it.

I grabbed my purse and we left my apartment.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

We both laughed as we walked down the street.

Just after an hour of watching the party from the shadows I was bored out of my mind.

I couldn't see Zaraki but I figured he felt the same way.

Watching some old man on the verge of death walk around and mingle with people wasn't my idea of fun.

To think I had three more hours of this. At least I could switch over to the son once he arrived.

He might be a little more entertaining.

I'm not sure it took me by surprise to see her walk in with him, but it did.

I knew they were dating but this was a company only party.

So either he pulled some strings or she worked here as well.

I wasn't sure if I should feel pleased or concerned when I saw that she was wearing my jacket.

I had told her she could keep it, but I didn't want her to have any lingering connection with me.

It would only put her in danger, but if she did indeed work here then it was just part of my job to be around her.

I ground my teeth in frustration as they started dancing together.

Shuuhei was waiting for me outside of the building.

He took my hand and kissed it before escorting me inside.

"You look absolutely ravishing Rangiku."

I flushed at the compliment though it meant nothing coming from him.

Anyone could've complimented me and I would've reacted the same way.

I felt bad for stringing him along like this, but I couldn't help that I felt no connection with him.

Plus I had already sworn off love and relationships.

They were too much trouble and they made me vulnerable.

They required a certain amount of trust, and I had learned to trust no one but myself and my two friends.

As I shrugged off my jacket I saw Shuuhei eyeing it.

"That's a man's jacket."

It wasn't a question, but a statement of fact.

I heard irritation and jealousy in his voice.

I remembered Boss telling me to keep him happy so I tried to placate him.

"Yea, it's a friend's. I got caught out in the rain a few weeks ago with him and he let me borrow it. I haven't had a chance to return it."

It explained why I had it, but not why I was wearing it.

Thankfully he didn't ask cause I wasn't sure how I'd answer.

He smiled at me and led me onto the dance floor and we started dancing.

His hands were a little too low on my waist but I made myself tolerate it.

I just have to get through the night. That's all.

I saw Momo drinking and talking with Boss.

When she caught of me she winked and dragged a reluctant Toushiro onto the dance floor with her.

After dancing and talking with each other, Shuuhei led me out onto the terrace.

In the middle of the meaningless conversation we were sharing, he leaned in to kiss me.

It was a simple peck so I didn't really mind.

When he pulled away he looked confident and smug.

"I really, really like you."

He twined his fingers with mine.

"Will you go out with me?"

I knew I was supposed to be making him happy, but this was never supposed to be anything more than a simple date.

I gently tugged my hand away and shook my head.

"I'm sorry Shuuhei. You're really nice, but I don't feel that way about you."

I tried to say it as nicely as I could, so the cold anger that burned in his eyes took me off guard.

"Shuuhei, wha—"

"It's that guy who gave you his jacket. You're seeing him aren't you?"

That caught me off guard. I blushed and shook my head.

"It's not like that. I'll never see him ag—"

My words were cut off, when he grabbed me by my arms and pushed me up against the brick wall.

He crushed his lips to mine and ripped my dress down and the cold night air on my bare skin made me shiver.

Everything I had learned in self defense vanished from my brain.

I felt cornered, trapped, vulnerable, helpless. Everything my father had made me feel till he died.

I started trembling in fear as his hands roamed over my body.

My body shut down as the fear immobilized me.

Jealousy ran through me when he kissed her, hating that she let him.

Envy when he said he liked her, wishing it was that easy for me.

Relief when she said she didn't feel that way, knowing I still didn't have a chance.

Curiosity when he brought me up and fear when I saw the expression on her face.

She was interested in me. That was bad.

Cold anger and hatred burned through me when he forced himself on her.

I knew it was crucial to stay hidden; undetected.

I couldn't just watch this happen.

Once again I threw away everything I lived by to save this girl.

I had gone numb from the fear that was raging like a storm through my body.

Suddenly the weight of him was gone. Somehow his body had been thrown off of me.

My legs gave out from underneath me.

I wrapped as much of my dress around me that I could salvage.

I saw Shuuhei was lying on the ground. A thin trickled of blood running down the corner of his mouth.

I looked up to thank my savior.

Sapphires clouded with anger stared back at me.

Hisagi's a bastard!

Where will things go from here?

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