So this is the THIRD time I'm attempting to write my comments. ffdotnet is evil! Ugh. Anyway, I got work off today, so I was happy, but I was irritated because the girl who said she'd cover for me never showed up (but the managers knew she was taking my shift so thankfully I didn't get in trouble.) Also! There will be a 101st drabble as a little something extra. I'm also thinking about writing another GinxRan fic (not as long as this one) perhaps based on a reviewer's ideas. I also really wanna to get 1000 reviews, because that'd be all sexy, but I don't think I'm gonna make it, ah well.

Also, I have posted the oneshot for blackteaplease for winning the 500th review contest. It is called "Rain" and features Rukia and Ichigo. Go read and enjoy!

Thanks to: blackteaplease, SwirlzSmile, Blueberry Absinth, Stebbins -Stella-, Beautiful Nightmare07, capslocknanao, Solar Kitty, Spockie, Crimson Fade, PunkRockHolly, AppleDoodle, LilyGirl101, Sonozaki-sama, Ayamichan34, gaarasracoon, and katiegirl101199

Dedication: blackteaplease and PunkRockHolly for providing questions!


97. Acceptance

Rangiku found herself in her room, leaning against a wall, windows all shuttered. She should have been out in the sunshine celebrating, drinking sake down with everyone else. Rangiku should have been making toasts to Kurosaki Ichigo and visiting her injured friends until they were grinning and laughing.

But her heart was just not there.

There was a small room in the fourth division that was under heavy guard. Kidou barriers made it into a fortress of a prison; shinigami stood outside the door and windows. Physical bonds tied reiatsu back until there was almost nothing left. The man in those bonds was barely alive; life and death flickering back and forth, a tiny flame in a breeze.

If he lived, he faced trial for all of his crimes and there were so many it would almost definitely mean death.

No, Rangiku could not join the festivities today, nor could she visit Gin in that fourth division room. She did not even want to at that moment.

Could one action erase one's crimes? Did it made up for all the bad he had done? It was true that Gin's actions against Aizen in that final battle had made all the difference, and Gin had paid dearly for it in Aizen's counterattack, but did that really mean Gin deserved forgiveness?

If Rangiku had had the energy, she would have thrown something breakable across the room, but right now it seemed far too much to even lift her hand. She wanted desperately to know who the man was lying unconscious in that room. The man who had betrayed her was a far different man than the one who had shared his dried persimmons with her, but Rangiku was sure one of those men had saved her from Aizen just days ago.

He had to wake up, she had to find out. But if it was not her Gin, her savior, but the Gin who had betrayed her that also betrayed Aizen, Rangiku wished he would just vanish. She was not sure she could endure seeing that man again, not after that final battle. Rangiku could not accept that man.

Rangiku sighed and closed her eyes. If she could just sleep, maybe it would all be a dream.


Questions this time courtesy of blackteaplease! Favorite type of chocolate? hmm.. hazelnut chocolate and Toblerone! yumm. Favorite piece of clothing? Hmm.. probably shoes. I love shoes. And, uh, well, clothes in general. I'm very girly sometimes. Question from PunkRockHolly: What are some of your favorite artists/songs? Hmm.. I don't really have favorites, though lately I adore this song called "Exit Ghost" from Faderhead and "Danse Russe" from Hurt. I like music from many genres such as metal, pop, new age, classical, country, trance, electronica...