Author's Note: I have two days to myself since my family's going on a fishing trip. This would be pure bliss if I weren't so paranoid. I can't go anywhere without looking over my shoulder. Hah.
Pirates of the Caribbean was amazing. Although I'm pretty sure the people in front of me and my friends were about ready to punch us in the face 'cause we kept muttering "WHORE!" everytime Elizabeth came on. Kekeke.

Theme #5
Big Brother

Ten years was nothing in Soul Society. Ten years felt more like two or three, especially to Rangiku. It was... somewhat of a relief to be honest. That just meant that she didn't have to rush through life. And it meant that she could depend on Gin just a little longer.

As quick as a decade came and went, Rangiku's body grew and developed as well. Though she never paid much mind to it, there was certainly someone in the household that did. And it wasn't just him, either -- most of the town males had their eyes on the beauty.

Gin had always been the one to go out grocery shopping. He always had Rangiku stay home, and for good reason, too. The town wasn't a very good place for a lost young girl. It was after a decade that she finally managed to persuade him to let her assist in the shopping.

"Are ya sure you wanna go?" Gin asked for what seemed like the millionth time. "I can take care of it myself; we don' need very much."

Rangiku sighed in irritation as she secured her obi around her waist. "Yes, Gin. I'd like to carry a little more weight around the house since you always seem to be doing everything. You don't have to come; I can take care of myself." She turned to smile at him.

"Fine, fine." He mirrored her smile, but shook his head. "Let's get goin' before it gets too crowded."

Gin was like glue on paper the moment they stepped into town. Wherever Rangiku went, he was right by her side. Despite his grinning face, there was clearly a frightening aura being emitted, and it clearly read: "Come within a three meter radius and you will die a horrible, painful death."

"Let's get some apples, Gin!" Gin lagged behind as he watched Rangiku run up to an apple stand being run by a male who appeared to be just a little older than them.

"Maybe I'll jus' let 'er handle this one," he thought, standing several feet away from her. He folded his arms over his chest and scanned the surrounding area, searching for something interesting. "This is one hell of a hick town... Once I become shinigami, I'll get both o' us outta here."

"S-sir, would you please let go?" Rangiku's frightened voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he was displeased to find the seller with his fingers wrapped around her delicate wrist.

The man pulled her closer, a feral grin spreading across his lips. "Wha'ssa matter, ojou-chan? I promise I won't be a disappoi--" A hand suddenly reached out and clenched around the wrist that was holding onto Rangiku's. "Wha...?"

"I would like to suggest..." Gin's skinny figure towered over his, and he leaned in closer. "... that you keep your filthy hands off of her."

The man gulped, but tried to put on the strongest face he could muster. "J-just who the hell do you think you are, punk?"

His smile remained. "If ya treasure your 'pride', I suggest that ya learn some manners, 'specially 'round young ladies." Tightening his grip around the wrist, he could feel the bones clench dangerously. "Got it?"

Not wanting his bones to be broken in two, the man nodded his head vigorously. "Y-y-y-yes, sir!"

"Good." He picked up a bag of apples and took a step back to join Rangiku. "Then I hope ya don't mind if we take these."

He shook his head. "N-n-n-n-no, go ahead."

"Thank you kindly." He turned and walked off, leaving the man to tremble behind the cart.

"Gin!" Rangiku ran up to catch up with him. "You didn't have to step in like that; I could have handled it myself."

"Leaving a woman to fend for herself ain't a very gentlemanly thing to do," he replied simply.

Rangiku scoffed and folded her arms over her chest. "Whatever... onii-san."

He just smiled.

Word Count: 666 ... Wow, that's weird.

I thought of this idea in church. Kekeke.