Let Their Be Drabbles
AN: GinXRan is such a sad pairing, but I hope this is fluffy enough for you! I do personally think he died a few chapters ago, so it would be hard for me to write him alive. Thus, the nostalgic feel of this drabble. Kubo might bring him back. That man is crazy:]
He had turned his back on Kira, the boy who had trusted him so much.
She loved him.
He had cut off Jidanbo's arm, and left the giant bleeding. Killed members of the Central 46.
She loved him.
Rangiku could waste hours trying to decide what Gin was guilty of. Had he been under Aizen's illusion when he did all those terrible things? Had he meant to slice that Vizard girl in half? Had he meant to help hollowfy those poor people so long ago?
Maybe, no, probably. She had no way to tell. He was out of reach, and lord knows Aizen wouldn't tell her. Even if he was tied up, the bastard never was good with answering questions.
Gin was hers. As he struggled and schemed and plotted, as he tended to, he was hers. When he did horrible things and when he held her at night, all the same, he had been hers. Saving her, breaking her, and tormenting her. He was hers. And that would never change.
Everyone seemed to think that love was kind and gentle, but it wasn't. Love is being willing to kill for someone, living for someone. Love was a tangled mess, because it never quite went away. And that was okay.
Through all he did wrong, he had kept her in mind. He had found her bloodied and alone in the world, and had become a Shinigami to get revenge on those that had wronged her. That was dark, but love sometimes is.
So, she would ignore anyone who thought he was a creep. Anyone screaming about his misguided morals could shove it. Gin had done a lot of bad things. But she loved him, and he had been hers, for so long.
As she grew old she'd still remember him. If she ever got angry at him for leaving, or if she found another man, she'd still bring flowers for his grave.
Because he had been hers. And she didn't feel the slightest bit dirty for having been his.