Man... I might be quitting my job soon because they're still being jerks about my schedule. Ugh. I really like having a job too.
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88. Falling
It was strange to be surrounded by an inferno and feel no heat, to not be bothered by the flames shooting up around him until his eyes would have hurt if they weren't shut so tightly. Gin could not say he minded; it removed him from the battle. He supposed that was odd for him; after all, he was well known for enjoying battle perhaps too much. But this way, he could pretend he was not interested in the battles outside.
But then he felt a reiatsu; one of the ones he could not help but search for. "Oh!"
"What is it, Ichimaru?" Tousen said, voice as snide as ever when he directed it at Gin.
"Yeah… It feels like Izuru's really pissed off."
"Are you worried?" Tousen said. "You abandoned him."
"No," Gin said, hating Tousen at that moment. It was all too true, and Tousen loved to rub it in even if he thought Gin did not really care; after all the self-proclaimed man of justice seemed to feel nothing for the lieutenant and friend he left behind. Gin looked skyward, smiling a strange little grin. "I'm just glad he's doing well."
He did not need to glance at Tousen to see the other's sneer. He knew it was there. He just did not care. His lieutenant had always been prone to moping and bouts of depression. Despite how often Gin tormented and teased Izuru though, he had always been there to drag Izuru out of the dark. One really could not do paperwork in the dark, after all. And if Izuru did not do it, then Gin would have been stuck with all sorts of boring work.
That was Gin's excuse anyway. Admitting Izuru was a friend, a good friend, just could not have a good outcome for any of them.
The war, the way it would inevitably go, would kill Izuru. The reiatsu Gin forced himself not to search for, not to find, to block out as much as possible, that one, too, would eventually blink out.
Gin wished it was raining, instead of burning. He wanted rain to fall down like tears. Instead, the air was as dry as his eyes had to be. He had made his choices. There could not be any going back at this point; some things were just impossible.
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