A/N: So here it is, the final date. :3 I'm really unsure of how it'll turn out, *smiles a bit* but I mean what the hell? I just hope you guys like it ^.^ As for future Bleach stories, several ideas are taking shape. In any case, enjoy the finale~
I should also say this: this chappy contains graphic content.
Also sorry it's so long x3
Date Five: Never End
Rangiku sat back mopping her face with her hands. It was still rather early, about two in the morning. The sky was pitch black, clouds blocking out the moon and stars in a thick sheet. She looked at her windowsill, noting the faint scratch marks from where she fought Gin one evening. She dismissed the thought, yet it still swam in her head. He murdered their child, took every last shred of joy she clung to, and still whispered he loved her in the dead of night. Nights like this one.
"So th' bald man calls ya' Ranno-Chan, eh?"
Her head snapped up at his voice sliding in the dark. She reached for her katana swiftly, a sharp jab ringing out in between her shoulderblades.
"Ya' always had poor vision in the night." He continued, kicking the sheathed blade from her grasp. "Such a blind kitt'n."
Her eyes found his, blood red orbs staring at her with such malice. From there she made out the lines of his face, the frown, and noted his hair was much shorter. His hand reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head up painfully. He dragged her from her bed, unaffected by her cries of a sensitive scalp. Someone might notice the cry. He had to move quickly.
"Tell me Rangiku," he said with a light laugh. "Why did I let you live that night?"
He slammed her back against the windowsill watching her face contort with sudden pain. She had forgotten her window was open. He snaked a hand around her throat, applying pressure evenly. The night air was cool against her neck, lifting locks of her hair gently. Rangiku clawed at his hands, drawing blood as she tried to escape. He had his knee dug between her legs, his other hand reaching for the waistband of her pajamas. She gasped and choked, weakly fighting off his hands.
"Why did I let you live?" He repeated gruffer, leaning his weight over her, and knowing the windowsill dug further into her back. He loosened just enough around her throat to let in tiny minuscule breaths, but not enough for her to cry out.
She was trembling as she tried to force him away, but he was much stronger. Tears started to paint her cheeks as his hand pushed aside the soft cotton, massaging the tender skin. The grip on her neck kept her from begging him to stop. She whimpered slightly, feeling a warm heat spread.
"Ya' so wet." Gin smiled, his cold lips brushing her ear. His weight was painful on her, he knew by the way her eyes widened even further as the sill dug into her back. He was replied by a strangled gasp for air.
"I kept ya' alive," he purred, slipping two fingers inside her, probing her soft walls. "because ya' mine. I ain't gonna let no oth'a man have ya'."
"B..bastard!" She croaked. He only smiled, moving her further out the window. Her hand clutched a fistful of his shirt at the shoulder, eyes locked with his. He moved her swiftly, slamming her into the wall. She cried out sharply, her hands grasping at air.
"I'm going to fuck ya' up so bad, not even baldy would want ta fuck ya'!" He laughed, flicking open a switchblade, the same blade that took their child.
He watched the fear strangle her features. Yes, she would be afraid. She would be afraid of him, she had to be. Yet he wanted her to love him, to never leave him. But she has to be afraid!
'Why?' He thought as he drove the blade through her shoulder, straight to the wall. 'Why must I make you suffer? To atone for my own sins? To make you see how vile I am? Or is it because I love to hear you scream? To see you in agony?'
Tears flowed down her cheeks as he kept her hands pinned beside her head. Her legs were hitched onto his hips, and yet she couldn't scream for help. Just like the time before. He moved both wrists to one hand, the other fluidly undoing the zipper to his jeans. She started to squirm, to somehow get away.
"Ya' beautiful." He murmured into her neck, her futile attempt of moving away only exciting him further. "Ya' so pretty in pain."
Her breathing escalated as he pulled another blade from his back pocket, slicing the fabric of her pajamas, the tip scathing her flesh. Blood stained the fabric on her upper thigh. He watched her wince, and tapped her bottom lip with the tip of the blade.
"I love you Rangiku," he said cooly, moving the tip slowly down her neck and body, stopping at her hipline. "But I will not let another man fuck you!"
She whimpered, staring at him—trying to discern his motive.
"Don't do this Gin," she begged quietly. "Haven't you taken enough from me?"
He lined her hands up evenly, staring her in the eye.
"Until I see it fit that you understand the pain I've endured these last months, no."
He stabbed her palms, clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. He held her weight up, smiling his kitsune grin once more as he slowly violated her being.
Ikkaku took the stairs lightly. He wasn't sure if the cry he heard was real or not, but a nagging feeling kept him up. He had spent the previous night making sure everything would go okay for the final date. In any case, he stopped outside her door, gathering his thoughts.
"Ranno-chan?" He asked through the door at the faint thumping noise. What was she doing? "Ranno, it's Madarame."
He jiggled the doorknob. Locked.
"Oi! You okay?!"
"She's just fine." Another voice said, one that was all too familiar to Ikkaku.
"Ichimaru!" He roared, slamming his weight against the door until it gave. "Ichimaru, you bastard!"
How did he not sense the man's reiatsu?
The door swung open, Ikkaku stumbling in. Gin stood by Rangiku, a fistful of her hair in his hand. Her hands had bled over her lap, her body slumped slightly forward. The silver haired man's jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. It took only a split second for Ikkaku to put two and two together.
"Talk to loudly boy and I'll make sure ya regret it." Gin said cooly, twirling the blade in his hand.
He tugged on Rangiku's hair, a swift sharp cry leaving her lips. Her gaze never met Ikkaku's, let alone linger on him. What she felt at the present moment, he could only guess.
"Ichimaru, let her go." He said carefully, his voice shaking with raw fury. Why did she not fight? Why did she give up?
"Ah ah ahh," Gin laughed. "Why would I do that? When ya' could just watch her have some fun?"
An evil grin stretched wide onto his face, red orbs gleaming in the dark. Rangiku only laughed, a weak broken, and desperate laugh.
"Gin, you..." -she turned her head up to him- "you sicken me."
His eyes flash wide just for a brief moment. He looked at Ikkaku, hos fury blazing. What had this man done to make her say such blasphemous things?! Anger and hurt swirled throughly and violently through his veins.
He would let no man have her. Not even himself if need be.
"Let her go!" Ikkaku growled louder. "Let Rangiku go!"
Footsteps were gathering on the stairs. Gin hoisted the broken woman up, flinging her body towards Ikkaku.
"Let her live with this." He said in a detached voice, slipping the blade slowly across his own neck.
She watched in horror, watching his blood paint his neck and pool on the floor; she watched his body crumple so easily to the ground. Ikkaku held her battered body in his arms tightly. First she sputtered, and then the howls of loss consumed her in like the hook the dead man had in her heart.
Months lingered on. All the effort Ikkaku had made to bring the old familiar sparkle back to her eye was lost. She was slowly coming around though...
"Madarame." She chirped quietly behind him, leaning over the backside of the couch.
He turned his head up, catching her eye.
"Yes Ranno?" He laid the newspaper in his lap.
Her lips were soft, molding to his. Her hair tickled his face, but smelled sweet. It seemed like ages has passed before her lips left his.
"Who said it had to end with a fifth date?" A small smile played her lips. "If you want to, we can act as if the last date never ends."
"Let me answer that with this." He pulled her over the back of the couch and held her in his arms while his lips pressed to her cheek. "I'd like that Matsumoto-san, more than anything."