Author's Note:
After you guys told me about what I was missing out on, I spent literally an entire day catching up on Bleach. (In which I had to read a little less than a hundred chapters.) I just finished reading the two most recent chapters and… AND I AM CRYING SO HARD RIGHT NOW YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND. DDDD: For those of you who haven't read it, I won't spoil it but… BUT AAAHHHHHKDLSFJSDK:LFJSKDLF. delusional
Anyways. Thanks to cappychan, ManonLeChat, Dragen Eyez, Charmane, xwannaflyxb, CrossroadsofLife, cy-grl, dont feed the models, Ryfee, Shenko88, and awkwardalice for reviewing! You guys are total bosses and I love your guts, especially when I'm acting like a big baby (like right now).
Kaleidoscope
a Bleach (© Kubo Tite) fanfiction
Theme #61
trust
Opening Song: "Me Me Me Me" - Louis XIV
They both stood on the balcony, neither facing nor turned away from each other. His hands rested easily on the railing, almost with a sense of nonchalance; hers were wound uncomfortably around her waist. He bore a calm, pleasant expression; she looked anxious and restless, perhaps even angry. They had been standing near each other for a half hour now, in complete silence, neither willing to confront the other, one afraid of what she would say. When he inched towards her, she conspicuously moved in the opposite direction. When he opened his mouth in an attempt to speak, she looked away.
"Yer angry." She didn't bother to deny his accusation, and his smile tightened. "Ya can leave if ya want. That Shuuhei fellow looks like he's been wantin' to ask ya to dance fer a while now."
Again, she said nothing, and only frowned.
"Why're ya here, Rangiku?"
This time she actually turned towards him, though she looked at him with such a scathing expression that he couldn't help but wince. Absolute fury radiated from her eyes, and he noticed her clutching the waist of her dress with barely contained anger. "I don't really know." There was nothing hesitant about her statement, nothing truly unsure despite her actual words. She was glaring at him now, to which he responded with nothing more than his everyday grin. With a huff, she jerked her attention forward, irritably resting her crossed arms over the railing.
Chuckling, he moved in towards her, copying her position so that they were now shoulder to shoulder. Her physical reaction was of disdain, yet she showed no attempts at moving away. They lapsed into another tense, uncomfortable silence, with her glaring out into the distance and he watching her out of the corner of his eye.
"They don't trust you," her comment surprised him, simply because she had spoken rather than the actual words. "The others," she elaborated in a calm, even tone, "don't trust you."
"'That mean ya don't trust me?"
She looked inquisitive of her own answer. "… I don't know." When Rangiku finally looked at him, he was staring out into the darkness, his grin wilting at the corners. She continued to look at him, her eyes observing his face, his hair (had he cut it since she last saw him?), his thin figure, until she forced her gaze away once more.
"D'ya remember when we first met?" Her eyebrows rose in surprise at the topic, and while she otherwise had no response, he continued: "How ya were dyin' and I found ya?" He shifted again, so that only one arm rested on the railing and he could face her. Her eyes shifted, a simple movement in which she only caught his eyes, but hadn't moved. "Don't'cha think ya can trust me?"
"That was when we were kids, Gin." There was something indignant, almost bitter in what she said and the way she said it. Her brow scrunched downward and the corner of her lips twitched, as though she were holding back a strong emotion. "That was a long time ago. Things change, and I guess people change, too." She refused to break their gaze, yet something in her eyes softened, almost relieving him. "You worry me sometimes."
"Jus' sometimes?" he asked teasingly, and an actual smile broke out across her face. "Ah, there it is."
She rolled her eyes, but continued to smile as she looked forward, leaning more against the railing. "You're a pain."
Again he shifted, with his back to the rail, both elbows perched on it. "Hey, Rangiku."
"What?"
"Do ya trust me?"
She first answered him with silence, then looked at him. "I think you already know the answer to that."
He grinned, not his usual grin, and leaned to the side, knocking his shoulder against hers. She smiled back tenderly and leaned against him, enjoying his warmth.
Closing Song: "Telephone" - Lady Gaga
Disregarding my major angst fest, I'm actuality kind of fond of college and love the freedom it gives me. I also love that I can just write in the middle of class in most of my classes without my teachers noticing. Fuuuu.
P.S. Kudos to those of you who saw the Kira/Hinamori hint in the last drabble. I love that pairing so much I could die. :D
Avec amour,
Renoh.