Well, I had quite the surprise this morning; this story was nominated by Sensei7 for Otaku Online Stop's February Best FanFiction Poll, which can be found at http:// z15 . invisionfree . com / Otaku_Online_Stop / index . php ? showtopic = 357 (remove the spaces for the link to work). Pretty cool, huh? First time I've had a story nominated for something! I guess that's about all I have to say this time. time to shower and get stuff together for my first day of training tomorrow. I'm soooo nervous.
Thanks to: MissTeak, Renji's Girll, Solar Kitty, and Masamii, and special thanks to Sensei7 for the nomination and Xapita for putting the nomination in the poll at Otaku Online.
3. Making History
Rangiku sat on the floor, preparing a small meal. It was harvest time, and food was plentiful. She could not remember the last time she had eaten so well. Gin sat nearby, watching her. Rangiku did all the cooking since the first time Gin had cooked. In exchange, he cleaned up, which suited Rangiku just fine.
"Hey. When's your birthday, Rangiku?"
"I don't know," she said. "I never really counted days until I met you."
For once, Gin wasn't smiling, though Rangiku still couldn't see his eyes. "…Then the day you met me is your birthday. How about that, Rangiku?"
"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot, Gin." That meant, maybe, Gin was going to be around long enough that having a birthday would matter. Months from now, he'd be there, when it was time for her birthday. She grinned. "What about you?"
"Tenth of September," he said. "So you were like a late birthday present. But I didn't get ya a present. Are ya mad I didn't know it was yer birthday?"
Rangiku threw her arms around him. "I met you. That's the best present ever."
He laughed and hugged her back. "Thank ya." He got up and walked out the door.
"It's almost supper time!"
He waved, but didn't stop walking. Rangiku bit her lip and kept working on dinner. As much as she liked her new companion, sometimes he was a little odd.
When Rangiku laid out dinner, Gin walked in the door, carrying a bunch of wildflowers. "Happy late birthday, Rangiku!"
"Thank you! They're so pretty." She found a glass, a bit of water, and added the flowers; they had their own bouquet, and she thought it was prettier than the fanciest bouquet she had seen for sale in any shop.
Gin produced another package after dinner; dried persimmons. They split the batch and savored the sweet taste. Rangiku couldn't remember such a good day.
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