Author's Note:
New story out titled A Little Fall of Rain. It'll mostly consist of IchiRuki, IshiHime, and GinRan (of course). You should go read it. And review it. Because you love me. And I love you. :D

I realize that a good majority of the drabbles that I've been posting recently are from Rangiku's point of view (objectively). Actually, I just realized that. I'll try to write from Gin's (objective) point of view. And... I don't really know where this one came from. I was listening to Wicked and I thought, "Eh. Why the hell not?" XD

Opening Song : Popular - Wicked
Closing Song : Mr. Cellophane - Chicago

Theme #33
Popular

Rangiku wasn't quite sure how much she liked the Shinigami Academy. Oh yes, the conditions were much better than Rukongai, as she could now get three meals a day, sleep in a comfortable bed, and have warmth in the cold weather. But people-wise... Well, they weren't much better than the thugs she had to deal with in Rukongai.

She didn't particularly care for the cute little cliques or for the nice little labels that everyone liked so much to hand out. She preferred to stay away from the macho "I'm-so-much-better-than-you" guys and the prissy "I-look-better-than-you-so-I'm-better-than-you" girls. The quiet kids didn't pique her interest very much, and the obnoxious ones had too much of a dominatrix complex. All in all, Rangiku was completely and utterly alone. But with the people that surrounded her, she considered herself lucky.

As was expected, she saw Gin a lot. But in reality, that's all it was; she only saw him. He'd wave at her in the hallways, and sometimes he'd peek into her dorm to see how she was doing, but they rarely had any real time together. Being in different years, that was to be expected, she supposed, though at first she had thought they'd see each other a lot more.

"Wishful thinking," she thought bitterly as she flipped through her book absentmindedly. Gin was two years above her and in an advanced class; of course he'd be busy. Still, she couldn't help but wish they'd spend more time together.

"H-hey! Give me back my book!"

Rangiku looked up the space she had been staring at to find a small boy in her year hopping up and down, trying to retrieve his book from another boy in her year who was about three heads taller than his victim. "Eh? You want this back?" he taunted, a fake look of incredulity on his face.

The boy growled as he continued to jump up and down. "Give it back!"

Rangiku sighed as she dropped her own book. This was all starting to get really ridiculous.

The taller male continued to hold the book out of his grasp when Rangiku confronted him. He obviously did not sense the ominous frown on her face when he quirked a brow and grinned suggestively at her. "Well hey, there─"

"Give him back the book."

Both boys stared at her, and she felt a vein throbbing on her head. He smirked as he tossed the book up and down. "What? This? And what are you doing to do, eh, ojou-chan? Try and make me? I'd like to see you─" Before he could finish his sentence, her fist met with his face, and with a sickening crack he fell to the ground, dropping the book in the process. The other boy yelped in surprise as he retrieved his book and instinctively ran behind Rangiku, as though using her as a shield.

"I see you doing that again, and I swear it won't be your face your gripping with pain," she spat. The large male looked up at her, his eyes wide as he cupped his nose, and simply watched as she and the other boy walked away.

Rangiku sighed as she turned to face the small male. "Are you alright?"

He nodded vigorously. "Y-yes, I'm just fine, thanks to you, Miss..."

She couldn't help but smile. "Rangiku."

He nodded again. "Thank you, Miss Rangiku!" And with a skip in his step, he ran off towards his friends.

"Now what was that?"

She almost yelped as she turned around to face ─ who else? ─ Gin. He was grinning deviously at her. "Now I don't know what yer talkin' about, Rangiku. Seems to me like yer pretty popular."

Rangiku simply snorted. "That's just 'cause I punched a guy for bullying him. I doubt that's something that'll make me very popular."

Gin glanced over his shoulder, where he found a crowd gathering around the injured boy, as well as the boy who had been saved by her. "Well, I wouldn't be so sure about that."

Word Count: 687

I don't even know.