Don't You Trust Me?

Bleach and its characters do not belong to me.

A beeping from the kitchen, signaling my coffee was ready, woke me up.

I went to stretch like I always do, but my hand was bound by something warm.

I opened my eyes to figure what the warm thing was.

When I saw that I was holding someone's hand it took me by surprise.

I like up into the face of my mystery guy. He had fallen asleep in my chair. He didn't look comfortable at all.

I smiled as memories from last night washed over me.

I had been mad at him, but now not so much. I was just as enamored as before. Maybe more so.

I squeezed his hand.

He squeezed his eyes and blinked a few times, before relaxing them into their usual slits.

"Hey."

He moved his head back and forth before saying anything.

"What are you so happy about?"

I rolled my eyes and adjusted myself a little.

"You stayed."

He looked away.

"It didn't mean anything."

I smiled.

"You stayed."

He yanked his hand out of mine.

"You wouldn't let go of my hand."

I giggled.

"You stayed."

He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees and hung his head.

"I fell asleep."

I laughed and reached for his hand.

He didn't fight it. He looked at our hands before looking at me.

"You stayed. That's all that matters to me."

He sighed and stood up, dropping my hand in the process.

I frowned.

"Ah. This is bad."

I was confused and sat up.

"What is? What's wrong?"

He started pacing my room.

"I shouldn't be here. I should've never met you. Last night… No, ever since I met you has been a mistake."

That was a slap to my face.

"I have to go. The longer I stay, the worse it is."

Though I was hurt by his words, I still wanted to see him again.

I jumped out of bed and grabbed his arm.

"Please, don't go."

He gently wrenched his arm out of my grasp.

"I have to. It's for the best."

Instead of arguing with him, I grabbed his phone out of his pocket.

"Hey…"

I danced out of his reach and entered my contact information.

"If you ever need someone to get a drink with, call me. If you ever want to talk, call me or text me. This is not a mistake."

I gave his phone back to him.

"You may go now."

He looked at me dubiously before leaving my room.

When I heard my front door open and close before collapsing on my bed.

"Idiot… He's never gonna call…"

A few tears escaped my eyes before I wandered over to the bathroom for a shower.

"Gin, what do ya keep lookin at your phone for?"

I was at Zaraki's. We were supposed to be discussing our next job but I wasn't paying any attention.

For the past week I have been typing out messages for Rangiku but I would always hesitate before pressing send and would switch to cancel.

I had stared at her number so much that I now had it memorized.

Suddenly my phone was out of my hand.

"Zaraki you idiot! Give me my phone back!"

I stopped when I saw him staring at me incredulously.

"You have her number? Gin, what are you thinking?"

I snatched my phone back and sighed.

"Shut up. I haven't used it. She forced it on me."

I was glad Zaraki was my partner. He was the only one who didn't care about the rules so I knew he wouldn't say anything.

He smirked at me.

"Want me to help you out?"

I was confused.

"What do you mean?"

He chuckled and grabbed a beer out of his fridge.

"Cover for you while you're with her. You do plan on seeing her right?"

I couldn't believe what he was saying.

"Are you insane? I must never see her again. You know what would happen if I did."

He sat down across from me and nodded.

"Yea but that's only if you caught."

I lit a cigarette. The stress was too much for me.

"I won't have to worry about that though since I'm never gonna see her again. Drop it."

He took a drink of his beer and clicked the TV on.

"Sure, sure. You still hiding out on that rooftop on 4th of July?"

Glad for the topic change, I grasped onto it.

"Yea. I always do. This cities too damn crowded on that day. It's the only place that's quiet."

He smiled and took another swig of beer.

"Alright. Let's get to work."

"Dammit Rangiku, if you're not gonna focus don't bother coming to work!"

Toushiro slammed his fist onto his desk to get my attention.

I sighed and looked at him apologetically.

"Sorry Boss. I've just got a lot of things on my mind."

He gave me a sympathetic look.

"Anything I can help with?"

I shook my head.

"Just family stuff. My aunt's after me to spend 4th of July back home."

And a silver haired asshole has completely disappeared from my life.

Other than that everything's just peachy…

He sighed.

"Get out. Take a break and clear your head. You're useless to me like this."

I hesitated but then saw he was serious and grabbed my purse before walking out of the office.

I headed outside to smoke a cigarette.

It wasn't something I did on a regular basis but it helped when I was stressed like this.

I blew rings of smoke into the air and mumbled to myself.

"Stupid silver haired bastard… Look what you've done to me…"

Irritation surged through me and I threw my cigarette to the ground and started stomping on it.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid ass!"

I was breathing heavily, trying to recover from my sudden outburst.

I saw people staring at me like I was a crazy person. I couldn't blame them.

I sighed and looked up to watch the clouds drift by.

How easy it would be to be a cloud. Just drift and drift. Never lingering. Never stuck.

"Excuse me Miss? You're Rangiku right?"

I started at me my name and looked over in the direction the voice had come from.

I squeaked when I recognized the big scary man from the alley.

"Y-Yes? Can I help you?"

He laughed and offered me his hand.

"Call me Kenny."

I hesitated before shaking his hand.

His hand completely engulfed mine.

"You're friends with… him. Aren't you Kenny?"

I blurted it out before I realized I was dying to ask.

He eyed me curiously.

"He hasn't told you his name?"

I shook my head and grasped on to his words.

"Can you tell me? I can only think of him as silver haired or asshole so many times."

He laughed and his hard face softened.

"Sorry. No can do. If he hasn't told you that's his business."

I frowned.

"There must be something I can call him? A nickname or something?"

He thought about it.

"He doesn't really have a nickname, but I guess you could call him… Maru? Yea, Maru would work."

I thought about it and shook my head.

"It doesn't fit him. Anyways, why are you here?"

My face brightened with my smile.

"Did he send you?"

He hesitated before shaking his head and I deflated.

"No, he said he doesn't plan on seeing you again."

I felt stupid for getting my hopes up again.

"Oh… I see."

He reached a hand out and ruffled my hair.

"But I think he's being an idiot. He wants to see you just as badly as you want to see him, though he'll never admit it."

I scrutinized him, trying to kick the hope in me back to the ground.

"Really?"

He smiled and nodded.

"What are your plans on 4th of July?"

The change of topic caught me off guard.

"None exactly…"

I felt pathetic. Everyone had plans on 4th of July.

He nodded and took out a piece of paper.

"Go here. You'll like what you find."

He winked and left me there confused and curious.

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