I was planning on being productive today, but I woke up feeling bad (yet again) and ended up lazing around; I watched three movies . Still not feeling great, and I'm soooo nervous for tomorrow--it's my last day of "training" but I'll be doing everything while my trainer just watches. I hope I don't screw up.
Thanks to: C. Jordan, CrossroadsofLife, MissTeak, and sensei7
7. Gateway
Gin sat watching Rangiku scrub wrinkled potatoes. They almost always had enough to eat now, but just barely. Food was a daily concern, something they spent so much time obtaining. Others did not have to waste their time with that. Then again, those same people would never have reiatsu. He was very proud to have that. But still, when he thought about how he could spend his days without the concern of food, he grew resentful.
He didn't want to have to worry about food.
When he stood in the market, and saw someone from a better section of Rukongai, he could not help but follow them. He wanted to know as much about these people as possible. The one time he saw a noble, he had followed as long as he could, keeping to the shadows. He wondered about their lives, the food they ate, how they spent their time.
One day, Gin saw a shinigami. He had heard about them in passing, but the real thing was something altogether. This was what reiatsu led to. They had full bellies and warm beds. Most of all, they could be more, and if they worked hard, they got something out of it, much more than a few sad potatoes.
While Gin could see that Rangiku was content with their life as it was—it had seemed hers was much worse before he found her—he knew how much better life could be. And he saw a way to get there, a way both of them could get there. He wanted to become a shinigami.
He would give it everything he had. He would do anything he could. Gin would not settle for mediocrity when he became a shinigami. That he might not get in never cross his mind, nor did the six years of schooling required. Gin would become a captain. He had made up his mind, and Gin was good at reaching his goals.
But he also had to make sure Rangiku would become a shinigami too. He simply could not leave her to this shack alone. Gin saw the strawberry blond as nothing short of extraordinary. He refused to believe that a girl like her could ever live a life of mediocrity.
It was just a matter of time now. They would have a better life. He would make sure of that.
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