Author's Note: I might or might not post everyday once school starts. I'll try my best to get one out everyday, but I need to get started on my summer reading, not to mention I'll probably have homework. ... That I actually have to do. At home. Wow that sucks.
Theme #11
Need
Rangiku can recall the first time she ever had a fight with Gin. Sure, they had had their little spats every now and then, but in the end it was always just joking around. The first time she had a fight with him, she thought she would never see him again.
The origin of the argument was a silly one, one that they constantly joked about. They had gone into town to buy groceries, and as usual, a passerby was paying a little too much attention to Rangiku's bosom. And as usual, Gin just had to step in.
"That was really unnecessary, Gin," she told him when they returned. "You were just overreacting."
"I didn't like the way he was lookin' at you," was his simple reply.
She quirked a brow. "Oh? And just how was he looking at me?"
He didn't reply.
"You know, Gin, I can take care of myself. If any guy touches me, I can kick his ass myself. I don't need you to do every little thing for me."
He suddenly spun around, and despite the grin, she could feel an angry aura illuminating around him. "An' jus' what would ya have done if ya couldn't have 'kicked his ass'? What if I wasn't there? What would ya have done then, Rangiku?"
"I don't--"
His skeletal fingers wrapped around her wrist as leaned in closer. "Ya don't what?"
Her breathing seemed to shift as he grinned down at her. She opened her mouth to apologize, to tell him to forget about it. Going against her better judgment, she pressed her lips into a thin, firm line and glared at him before yanking her wrist out of his grip. "I don't need you, Gin."
The two stood in silence, both obviously shocked. Rangiku was the first to recover. "Gi--"
His grin softened into a small smile. "Sorry if I ever came off as a burden." She nearly felt her heart shatter when he turned around and left.
Her throat itched to call his name. Her hands shook for the need to reach out to him. But she didn't. She just watched as he departed, and watched until his figure disappeared completely over the horizon.
When she woke up that night, screaming his name, reaching out, longing to feel his warmth, she collapsed in a sobbing fit. He's not coming back, she told herself. He's never coming back. He's gone.
She expected the night to envelope her, to consume her.
She expected to fall back asleep cold and alone.
What she didn't expect was a pair of skinny arms wrapping around her body, hugging her close. In a joking, yet knowing tone, the voice whispered, "I guess ya do need me after all."
Word Count: 456
I guess this is kinda a continuation of the last drabble. -shrugs- Whatever you wanna think.