This one is a full Rangiku story.
Huh, now this should be different. My first girl on girl story.
"And how exciting, it'll be about Rangiku-san!" A polite young girl, Inaba Amaikiyo, smiled humbly. "She's so beautiful and wonderful and strong and courageous. I don't think she could ever feel for me how I feel for her...I'm so weak and pathetic and insignificant..."
Hey, don't talk like that! If you want someone like Rangiku confidence is key. You just gotta believe in yourself.
"I guess your right..." She sighed, looking at her feet in a fruitless attempt to hide her blush.
That's more like it! Don't stop believing! (And on a complete side note, no one is allowed to diss Journey! I won't listen!!!)
Just another touch, soft hands tracing small circles on soft skin. The scent of cherry blossoms filling the room, accompanied by the bitter scent of alcohol, were only topped by the smallest flicker of candlelight from the few wicks that had yet to burn out. It created the most beautiful, sensual experience for the two women rolling around in a hot, sticky mess on the bed. For Inaba Amaikiyo it was almost too much to handle.
"Do you know how beautiful you are...?"
The soft, feminine voice in her ear cause a shudder to run down her spine. Arching her back to the touch of the skilled hands still caressing her body, the hazel eyed woman moaned. Her silky platinum blond hair falling over her shoulders and onto her sweat covered chest as she found worlds of pleasure she'd never known existed.
"Do you know how much I want you right now...?
The final candle reached the end of its life as the room was flooded with darkness. The only light now being that of the moon, shining a faint silver colour as it spread across the room from the floor near the window to the clothes strewn across the floor of the room to the bed and its occupants. The romantic glow covering all it could reach just seemed to increase their pleasure.
"You will be sure to remember this night for the rest of your life..."
"Rangiku-san!" Shooting up, out of her bed, the fourth division twelfth seat sighed in annoyance. "Another dream about her..." The blond shook her head, fixing her hair and expressing her displeasure at the same time.
"Fifth time this week!" A feminine voice, Amaikiyo's roommate, Kazue Narato, called from the kitchen. The tall brunette walked into the room, carrying a tray of food with a cup of tea. "And somehow you still have yet to even talk to her...If the dreams are so persistent why don't you go talk to her?"
Taking the tray from her best friend, she sighed to herself. "Really, and do what? Just walk up to her and say, 'Hi, you don't know me, but my name is Amaikiyo. I'm from the fourth division and I've been having dirty dreams about you! Will you go on a date with me?'"
Sitting down on the bed with her friend, she smiled wearily. "You could try saying it in fewer words..."
The blond rolled her eyes as she sipped her tea, feeling a bit refreshed. "I've only actually met her twice, and each time I couldn't even form a sentence! I just sat there blushing like an idiot. You know how nervous I get..."
"Yeah, I know!" The tan brunette mumbled, taking a bite of her friend's steamed rice. "I still don't understand why you're so nervous...You're hot, you should flaunt what you got more often! Y'know, I bet if you showed it off a bit more you might end up catching certain peoples' attentions, if you catch my drift..." She winked, elbowing her friend in her side.
Amaikiyo pushed her back lightly, biting into her grilled fish. "Yeah, well not all of us can walk around half naked and feel quite as comfortable as you!"
She brushed off the miniskirt uniform. "What's so wrong with it?! Kurotsuchi-fukutaichō wears hers like this. And either way, I feel a stronger need to maintain my femininity since I'm part of the eleventh division."
"Excuses, excuses..." Another roommate, Hojo Mayo, muttered, using a towel to dry of her long blue tinted hair. "You just enjoy walking around with your ass hanging out. Especially here I bet..."
"Ah, Kyōraku-taichō is always too kind!" Narato grinned, flipping her short hair back in a cocky manner. "He's always such a sweet talker!"
"Yeah, he's very nice, but isn't it a bit much that he's always drunk?" The twelfth seat sighed, picking at her rice a bit. "I can't help but feel a bit sorry for Ise-fukutaichō, having to deal with him every day."
The eighth division's third seat smiled lightly. "As much as Nanao-fukutaichō complains about our taichō, I know she secretly enjoys it." Throwing the towel back into the bathroom she turned to the eleventh division ninth seat. "And speaking of taichō, weren't you supposed to be there early for some sort of special training, Narato-chan?"
There was a loud thud heard, followed by a string of curses as the miniskirted shinigami stumbled to make her way out of the rather large apartment. "Later, guys! Make sure you're all home early so we can go out for dinner tonight!!"
"Yeah, good luck with your training!" Amaikiyo called after her friend, before turning back to her basically full plate of food.
The third seat sighed to herself. "If she actually lived in her division she wouldn't have to leave so early."
The twelfth seat pushed the tray of food off of her lap, pulling her hair into a messy bun and tying it with her ribbon.
That's all I got. But it could be cool.