Work is doing terrible things to my hands. I have really sensitive hands, and I have to wash my hands at work with icky soap about 100 times a day, use bleach-water on tables.... It's just not a good thing. They broke out in a rash now. Also, yesterday it was 70F (21C) and today it is snowing and 30F (-1C). Just ew.
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41. At Peace
"Yes, it was a hollow attack," Aizen said. "No, Ichimaru tried to save him but it was too late. Yes, that's right. An unfortunate incident, he was a good man."
Ichimaru only half listened as Aizen spun his tale. He looked down at the ex-third seat. He shut his eyes.
Gin remembered the feel of Shinsou shooting through the third seat's body. The touch of hot flecks of blood spattering across his face. The man had worn such a look of horror at that moment, but Gin had been so much stronger than that man.
Now, he would be third seat shortly. Sometime after, lieutenant. When he achieved bankai, captain. Then it would be the status of a god.
Gin told himself he was at peace with what he had done. He was not shaking nor crying nor even acting any different from how he normally did. So Gin told himself he was fine, and when Aizen led him home, he headed into his room in the barracks, giving his usual good night to his captain.
Half an hour later, however, he was in Rangiku's bed. Gin told her nothing, but she held him close to her bosom, arms tight around him even as his wrapped so hard about her waist he hoped he was not hurting her.
Gin wondered if he was strong enough to follow through with Aizen's plan, though. It was too late to turn back now.
Gin felt like he could not breathe, at first, but Rangiku brought him back. Her familiar scent, the flowers of her shampoo and something else that was simply her, the soft touch of her skin, and the soothing sound of her voice calmed him.
He fell asleep in her arms, forgetting for a little while what he had done, glad in the knowledge that Rangiku loved him even when he gave her questions no answers. Gin was thankful too that she did not voice the questions when he may have been too weak to tell Aizen's story.
I dunno, sad yet sweet?
