Author's Note: Oh. My. SUGAR MUFFIN. I have to the be the most happiest author that wakes up at 7:30 over summer vacation. I woke up to twenty-six reviews from My10315 and Alaena Night. I love you. You both have the choice of either one of my internal organs or my first born child. XD
But seriously. I love you. You are the reason as to why I was giggling and grinning so early in the morning. This just proves how much reviews mean to authors. And wow. I am just, amazed. They reviewed every single drabble. Thank you so much.
And by the way, Alaena Night, I am so honored, you have no idea. I absolutely adore your fiction, and to find that someone as talented as you is reading and reviewing -- it just really made me happy. I was overjoyed. Again, I really want to thank both of you, so very much. :)

Theme #14
Anniversary

The days blended in with the weeks, the weeks scratched into months, and months combined into years. The seasons melted away all too quickly, taking the years away with them. For Rangiku, time went by much too rapidly.

She saw less and less of Gin as the days rolled by. At first he would leave for only a couple hours. As time progressed he spent more time away from the house, probably working on his reiatsu. At this point she only saw him a couple hours a day. Truthfully, it bothered her, but she said nothing. After all, it was his dream. What right did she have to protest?

Rangiku had to pull herself out of bed. For some reason, gravity seemed to be weighing down on her, and it took everything in her body to not lay in bed all day. She tip-toed into the kitchen, maneuvered her way into the main room, and treaded into Gin's room.

Empty.

She bit back a bitter sigh as she rested her hand on the doorframe. "Happy birthday, Rangiku," she whispered to herself. Moving away from the door, she began her chores.

Rangiku retreated to her room after a day of nothing but chores. Since Gin wasn't around very much, she had to take over his chores. How ironic; years ago she begged him for more to do around the house, and now that she had to do every one she regretted every word of her complaints.

Finding nothing else to do, she began to sort through her drawers, searching for nothing in particular. Her eyes widened when they landed on an all-too-familiar gift. Wrapping her fingers around the pink cloth, she pulled it out of the drawer and delicately fingered it. A small smile absent-mindedly crept onto her lips as she thought about the day she received it.

The moment was short-lived, however, when a pair of cold hands suddenly came down on her eyes from behind, shielding her vision completey. Her first instinct was to shriek and kick backwards.

"Woah!" Her foot was caught before it could damage anything, causing her eyes to widen. "Jumpy today aren't ya, Rangiku?"

Withdrawing her foot from his grip, she swerved around on her feet to find Gin standing before her. "Gin! God, you scared the hell out of me!" She placed a hand over her rapidly beating heart and breathed in deeply. "What are you doing home anyways?" She furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Ya didn't honestly think I'd forget did'ja?" he questioned, his typical grin increasing.

She blinked at his unexpected question. "Well, I figured that--"

Gin tsked and wagged his finger at her disappointedly. "Really, Rangiku. You outta know me better by now." Reaching into the front of his yukata, he drew out a small wrapped package. "I know I'm not home much anymore, but I thought I should take the rest o' the day off so we could celebrate, yeah?"

She eyed the package wearily. "Gin, you really didn't..."

"Nonsense! It's the least I can do, and don't ya dare refuse it." He handed her the package, urging her to take it. She eventually reached out and wrapped her fingers around it, accepting it. "Open it."

Slowly, but surely, she undid the sloppy wrapping, and as the gift came into view, she could feel her breath catch in her throat. "Gin... You... you didn't have to... Why did you..."

Instead of answering her slurred questions, he reached out and pulled up the gift before stepping forward and securing it around her neck. The necklace was simple and delicate, with two silver pieces connected in the center by a silver circle, and another piece dangling from the circle.

He grinned at the clearly shocked look on her face. "Happy birthday, Rangiku."

She shook her head. "No..." His brows actually rose in confusion. She walked towards him and wrapped her arms around his thin body, enveloping him in a tight embrace. "No... Happy Anniversary, Gin."

The startled look on his face melted away, and was replaced by a warm, empathetic simper. He returned the hug, tightening his arms around her waist. "That's right. Happy Anniversary, Rangiku."

Word Count: 699

Beware, this might be the last, if not one of the last, of the really happy ones for their adolescence years.
... Meh, I'm not too happy with it.