Disclaimer:Almost everything in this story belongs to Tite Kubo :)

Uh... so much for updating faster, sorry about that. I've been obsessing over lots of things lately (new r4 for my ds - played Super Smash Bros. Brawl (btw it's pretty awesome) and I've been slightly coughcompletelyinsaneovercough the Bleach Musicals. I really don't like musicals but honestly if you're as crazy of a Bleach fan as me, you'll love the Bleach musical anyways

Oh, this chapter... um... it might be weird - I don't know it was kind of hard making this chapter flow properly and even so it still came out slightly... well, strange in my opinion and I actually spent a while changing lots of it and this is the best I could come up with. I realized I could've ended this story along time ago but I realized I put in lots of info. in my earlier chapters and I thought that if I didn't do anything with them... well... that info would just have been a waste. ANyways, chapter 14 here for you folks.

Chapter 14 – True Colours

As the ash that had suddenly surrounded little Rangiku disappeared, Gin ran up to the fallen body and held it close to him trying to see how the little girl was doing. Obviously she was alive but the heart beat was extremely faint. This scared Gin yet made him feel extremely happy at the same time, the happiness made him feel sick to the stomach. Someone like him shouldn't deserve something as pure as happiness.

"My, my… we should leave before she suffers anymore," Urahara laughed as he snuck up behind Gin, nearly causing the silver haired man to unleash his zanpakuto. "A bit jumpy aren't we?" Urahara continued, noticing Gin's hand twitch towards his sword.

"Shut up!" Gin muttered harshly, he slowly stood up and had to take many deep breaths before he could open a portal to the real world. He was feeling extremely scared at the moment, why? Gin wasn't to sure, but he knew that the moment this little girl's soul was back in her body, he would be fine. Or, he hoped anyways. After an impatient, and extremely annoying, cough from Urahara, Gin finally opened up a portal.

Gripping Rangiku tightly, Gin stepped into the blackness and then re-appeared above Kurakara town. It was night time, the stars twinkled faintly. Gin smiled, he remembered lying outside as a child with Rangiku looking at the stars. His happy day-dreaming was cut to an end when he heard the horrible sound of the portal closing and the annoying sound of Urahara's voice and Kira's soft whimpering.

"If you'd like, I can take care of her... restore her," Urahara whispered lightly, his expression was hidden behind his fan. Gin narrowed his eyes, he didn't like the words the scientist had just used.

"Won' she be fine after a bit 'o rest?" Gin asked with a grin, trying to hid his suspicions of this man.

"Ah, that's where you are wrong my good friend," The sandy-haired man laughed as if what he just said was incredibly funny. "Her soul has suffered immense damage because it has been forced to travel through worlds without leaving its material body behind, without proper treatment on the soul chain it is very likely her soul will die…" Urahara let his end of the sentence trail of suggestively.

Gin was silent, he was afraid to open his mouth. Afraid of what he would say. For a few seconds he had been tempted to just let her die, but he was being selfish again. Selfish, incredibly selfish. This little girl, she had a life to live and he couldn't take it away, no. With much doubt crowding the pained mans mind he handed young Rangiku's body to Urahara and glanced pointedly at Kira, smirking.

"Aren' ya gonna get back t' Seireitei, Izuru?" The old Gin would've laughed at the sight of Kira cringing after hearing the use of his name, but the ex-third squad captain had changed. Whether the change was for better of for worse was yet to be decided.

(A/N – I keep writing all this deep emotional stuff randomly in the middle of paragraphs It's getting really frustrating)

"I'll have her all fixed up and healthy in no time, my dear friend!" Urahara smiled faintly and quickly shunpo'd back to his shop, Kira quickly following leaving Gin alone. Alone… yes… that's what he needed. His space to think, his silence, something he had missed in Seireitei and had hated in Hueco Mundo.

It was unknown to Gin how long he stayed up in the sky for, it must have been long though for when he opened his eyes the sun was shining directly overhead him. At first Gin just wanted to lie in the sky and just die, but the thought of dying brought up something else.Rangiku! He thought worriedly. Was she alright? Did Urahara manage to save her? His face contorted in a mixture of pain and a grin, only someone like Gin could manage to pull a face like that.

Quickly he shunpo'd to Urahara's shop, when he entered though, the place was eerily silent. The air was incredibly thick, something was incredibly wrong. Not even those little brats, that dumb red-head and that stupid pig-tail girl was around.

Masking his reiatsu Gin entered the shop and walked around, the main area was empty, the back was empty to but he could still feel an incredibly suffocating aura. It wasn't reiatsu, it was different, it was warm… like fire. There was no fire though. The silver-haired man strained his senses trying to find out what was happening in this store but to no avail. Should he ask that dumb Kurosaki for help? No, Yoruichi was probably a better assistant but she was no where to be found.

After searching every inch of the house, even the underground training area, Gin was feeling incredibly uneasy. The story was much to empty and the thick, warm, aura was extremely un-nerving. It made Gin feel horribly guilty and he realized that if he stopped to think for even a second he could see all the wrongs and hear all the lies he'd done and told in his life.

"In illusion?" he muttered, shaking his head. Another flashback had hit him, he had to keep his senses up. As Gin moved around some more he realized that at a certain spot in (what he assumed was) Urahara's room was where the flash backs and the guilt assaulted him the most. He struggled hard to reach the opposite end of Urahara's room but it was incredibly hard considering flashbacks and voices completely crowded his senses.

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A soft crying could be heard in their little home as Gin returned from another one of his trips away. He gripped the food he held tightly and resisted the urge to drop the food and run into the shack to apologize to the girl who was crying inside.

"G-Gin?" he heard a muffled whimper as he stepped through the threshold and immediately felt something crash into his arms making him spill the food he had gathered.

"Ran-chan" He exclaimed shocked and happy and guilty at the same time. "Stop cryin', I'm back! N guess what Ran-chan? I brought back some more food!" He tried to ignore the tears staining her face and looked away so he wouldn't be able to feel the guilt claw at his stomach. Gin was weak this way, he didn't like feeling anything aside from happiness, he was also selfish this way as well.

"Gin, there's blood on you! What did you do?" He winced, so she had noticed.

He didn't answer.

She didn't persist.

Rangiku's attention was so easily averted, especially by food.

A few days passed and Gin found he had to go out again, even if their store of food was high, who said he was going out for food? No, food was only a little extra he gathered while away. Gin would never tell Rangiku what he had actually done as a child, he had killed. Every night, food was just a little extra.

After all, with the food in hand, it was just a bit easier for Gin to lie to himself and insist that he was leaving to get food and not to get revenge on those that had wronged him.

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Gin fell onto the floor clutching his head, oh god how he hated this. He could even hear her voice, so clearly, and see her face. Maybe if he reached out he could enter the memories that were currently torturing him. He felt his eyes sting as tears threatened to pour out but Gin didn't want to cry. This wasn't a crying moment, he wouldn't allow himself to cry.

Oh god! Not that one! Gin would've yelled, he would've destroyed the whole building in order to stop himself from seeing what he was seeing at that moment. Shinso as he sliced clean through Rangiku's chest, hear her last dying words. His body convulsed, shuddered and Gin was left to lie panting for a few brief minutes. His mind and body were both exhausted at the mental torment.

It was then that, in that brief silence that Gin heard a muffled cry of a little girl and the soft whispering of It's alright, this won't hurt. (a/n – wow, sounds like I'm writing about some pedophile oo)

Gin snapped is head forward so fast it was surprising his neck didn't snap, he had heard the voices. Where? He strained his head forward, another muffled cry, it sounded like it was behind the wall. Gin hurriedly stood up, and quickly began searching the room even if he was dog-tired. He needed to find Rangiku before those torturing memories assaulted him again. The hot, steaming, dreadful aura seemed to be getting stronger and Gin frantically ran his hands along the wall. He had tried (quite unsuccessfully) to blow the wall apart, it resulted in Gin flying back so hard against the walls of the shop that he was probably haven't a concussion.

"Damn it…" he whispered, his heart pounded as if it could sense the danger that was threatening to come. Suddenly, behind a bookshelf he hit something. A switch? He wasn't all to sure, but suddenly the wall slid away revealing a hidden lab, and inside, Urahara and Rangiku.

"Ah… Gin-san!" Urahara murmured, seemingly amused. His hand was shoved right into Rangiku's chest, like, right through it. In fact, about three quarters of Urahara's arm was going right through the little girls chest, where the arm was going really? Gin had no idea, and honestly didn't want to think about it.

"Ah… Urahara-san… may I ask, what ya're doin'?" Gin asked politely, in the most sweet and dangerous voice he could muster. His reiatsu flared dangerously around him but Urahara didn't seem to notice at all.

"Oh, nothing Gin-san, just… fixing up Rangiku like you asked me to," Gin would've snorted if he even knew how. Even a baby could realize that no, Urahara was not trying to heal Rangiku. In fact it looked more like he was… he was… Gin's smile disappeared instantaneously off his face and was replaced by a frown. His eyes opened by just a bit, Shinso trembled inside his sheath.

"Tell me… Urahara…" Gin paused, his voice even more dangerous than before, "What. Are. You. Doing?" Each word was said slowly, one at a time, layered with multiple levels of anger and threats. The scientists merely smirked and then his face suddenly changed into delighted surprise and happy triumph. Gin would've attacked had Rangiku not been in the way.

"Ah… finally, my little prize," Urahara whispered, he slowly began dragging his arm out of Rangiku's body (or soul) Gin wasn't to sure which was which. The body convulsed and scream erupted from the tiny girl, it was high and blood-curling. Obviously, whatever was happening to her was incredibly painful. "Tsk. Tsk. If only Aizen hadn't stolen all my soul extracting potions…" Urahara sighed, his face annoyed at the loud yelling. "Well, I'll get him back for it soon enough," the sandy-haired man continued with a laugh, not even glancing up at Gin who was trembling with anger.

"What are you doing to her?" Even with the yelling and the sudden high crackling of spirit energy, Ichimaru's voice could be heard quite clearly no matter how low it was.

"Oh, nothing really, just taking pack a possession of mine,"

Gin gripped Shinso tightly, the sword was begging for some blood. Gin refused, with the way Urahara's arm was still in Rangiku's body, it was entirely possible for the man to manoeuvre the body so it would be stabbed as well. Gin didn't want to hurt Rangiku. As if sensing Gin's thoughts, Urahara did indeed move Rangiku's body so it was held out in front of him, almost acting like a shield. Gin hissed in anger, his reiatsu flared dangerously around. The noise in the lab was deafening.

"Almost there, come on…" Urahara muttered delightedly, his eyes glowed like a child who had just received a new toy. Another body convulsion, another ear-wrenching scream. Gin was torn between stabbing Rangiku and stopped Urahara. Also, the memories were flashing through his head again.

He felt himself fall. Gin struggled to stay conscious but his sight was slipping. He was drifting, not to unconsciousness but to the world of dreaded memories and he was afraid. He didn't want to look at his memories, he didn't want to see his childhood, to go through the guilt all over again. To see her face, to go through those times.

Gin wasn't sure how much time had passed, it could've been a while, it could've been not much time at all. He had been completely conscious the whole time but trapped in his own little world. His hands and nails were bloody, he had clawed his hands and his face burned… had he clawed at his face to? He couldn't remember, the sight of Urahara standing triumphantly in front of him brought Gin back to his full senses though.

There was Urahara, standing with a wide smirk. Rangiku's body lay lifelessly on the ground just before Gin's feet, he felt his stomach lurch in a way that made him want to barf. Was she dead? The thought made him hollow, was she dead? A surge of anger flooded through Gin's body, slowly, body trembling, Gin stood.

Urahara turned with a smirk, "Ah… sorry about Rangiku, I wasn't sure how her soul would turn out after that… experiment but I'm sure-" Gin had punched him. It was an incredibly weak punch for someone of captain level but it was strong enough to hurt and cause Urahara's head to snap back. There was a moment of silence, only Gin's panting could be heard. Slowly Urahara turned his head, his eyes were hidden by his hat but the look that Urahara gave rivalled Gin's most scary battlefield glare. "Ah… Ichimaru-san, that wasn't very nice of you…" Urahara whispered, his hand gripped something tightly.

"You… bastard…" Gin choked out, he could taste blood. It was sickening.

Urahara sighed wistfully, "I really don't want to do this," Benihime suddenly appeared out of nowhere, Gin barely had time to dodge.

"What… what did you do to her?" Gin whispered threateningly, his was tired. He was weak. His head hurt, Gin would've laughed at the feeble excuse for his sudden weakness. A headache…

"Oh, nothing really, just took back what is rightfully mine," It was then that Gin caught the small glistening red object in Urahara's hand. Understanding dawned on the silver-haired shinigami. Yoruichi's explanation not three days ago came back all at once. "Ijinyari…" Gin breathed out.

"Ah, I guess Yoru-san told you about it hmm?" Uruhara murmured, a hint of regret in his voice. Something, the way Urahara spoke infuriated Gin and it took him a moment to realize why. When he did, Ichimaru felt sick. Urahara was like him, except in a way, worse. They had both deserted their loved one to follow the path of evil, but Gin hadn't really hurt anybody aside from her.

Silence, his vision was getting red and hazy. It wouldn't be long before Gin fainted, why not do something heroic in the last few moments. Weakly, Gin raised up his hand which held Shinso and pointed it at the general direction of Urahara, if he missed, oh well.

"Ikorose… Shin…so…." His last breath, Shinso extended, Gin closed his eyes as he felt his legs give way as the emotional trauma he had been feeling left him for dead.

Suddenly a gust of hot, heating air rushed into Gin's face, the man opened his eyes and before him stood the gates of hell. He grinned wryly. "Guess I'm not pure enough to stay a innocent soul…" he murmured, the doors opened slowly but instead of being sucked in the utter opposite happened. To Gin's utter horror, demons leaped out in mounds, cackling, grinning and running free. He turned his head to Urahara, but the scientist looked just as shocked as Gin.

"No…" Gin whispered as he used the very, very last amount of his energy to launch himself over to Rangiku, the last thing he felt was a burning claw on his back and then excruciating pain.

My imaginations of the Bleach world can get completely out of hand - I swear. I haven't even mentioned one thing about Soul Society --'' feels kind of bad

Oh and if you did read my A/N's sorry bout that, they're kind of random ya... cough ahem... -sigh- honestly I have no idea when my next update'll be but hopefully it'll be before Spring Break (March 16-2x)

currently over-excited about upcoming Bleach Musicals and next Manga Chapters

-Griƒƒen