Requested by Kiharu Lamperouge- thank you
Gin x Rangiku
Fake
He hurt her often, he knew, but try as she might, she forgave him anyway, and turned those pretty eyes back on him with all the forgiveness of a loving saint. But all weights took their toll, and all burdens eventually bent the backs of those who bore them: there was something not quite right about her, not all of the time- sometimes, now, there was something in her face that told him that, should he ask her to come with him and desert the Soul Society, although she might once have said yes, she no longer would.
She needed to get better at faking smiles, because as far as he was concerned, she was giving herself away.
And he loved her all the more for it, for being able to hate him at the same time as she opened herself to him. She spread her legs, and even when she was telling him that she loved him he knew as well as she that she was also wondering when, along the way, a part of herself had started to want him as far away from her as possible. And yet, she burned still, now, and as he pressed his cool lips to the palms of her hands he was almost sure, at times, that she would burn him, almost sure that she would hurt him.
It took until the art of their deceit came to light to realise that he was right.
He had known all along, that when it would come down to the bite of the blade, that her allegiance would not lie with him. She loved him, he would never deny that, but sometimes love must take a back seat to things that mattered more- after all, was that not why he was going with Aizen, rather than staying with her? Perhaps once she would not have been so willing to raise Haineko to him, but there was something hard in her now.
And he was not surprised.
That sweet, but at times so obviously faked, smile had given her away- she had not had enough practise.
He should know.
He'd perfected his, after all.