This is Week 4: Challege 1 ~ I needed to push the random button on TV Tropes. Since the first trope I came up with was "Side Story Bonus Art" which isn't something I can use for writing. So the second time I pushed the button I got "Could Say It But"

Summary: Gin wants to tell Rangiku and Toshiro the truth.
Notes:Figuring out what to do for this one wasn't easy.

Could Say It

The idea of pretending to be drunk crossed his mind, but in truth if there was one mask he didn't know how to play well it was the mask of the drunk. Gin had avoided contact with certain people after the Winter War making them think he was dead and he avoided contact with them after the war with the Quincy. Of course this in itself was harder to do simply because he found himself running across them as they were now all in the same general area and there was also more people who actually knew him who could point them in the right direction.

Thankfully the majority of people hadn't figured out his connection with the Vandenreich and many of that group choose to avoid him because they simply didn't know who they were or they found themselves mad at him. Kyoraku and Ukitake had of course figured out the connection. Chances were Yamamotto and his fukutaicho had known all along as well. They kept quite and watched from the distance, Gin's dance around telling certain people certain things amusing them. It wasn't the kind of amusement where one was ridiculing one mind you, just the type where one is amused to watch the children at 'play'.

The only two people who didn't out right avoid him other then the two taicho were Cang and Jugram. The second of these two had a habit of latching onto him much to the dislike of Bambietta. The girl kept telling her uncle off, though Gin couldn't really blame her for disliking him so much. He didn't know whether it was because she knew the truth of saw him as another annoying Shinigami. Both were logical reasons to have the kind of distaste that she did. On top of this Cang's quirk of following him about was honestly abnormal.

It was also noticeable. The other day he overheard his former fukutaicho speaking with his new taicho. "There must be something wrong with that member of the Vandenreich. Nobody wants anything to do with Ichimaru, yet that man seems fascinated by his mere existence."

"Neither one are really the talking type."

Of course, Gin wondered if the two even knew he and Cang were listening at the time. Jugram though was another matter entirely. The interactions with the man weren't of the sociable kind. In fact, his twin brother was as anti-social as Byakuya. Perhaps that was why Gin had always tried to strike up conversations with the man, he had honestly missed his brother without realizing it. He wasn't missing the man though now. Sitting with him drinking tea in silence wasn't his idea of a nice pass time. He had to be doing something with his hands.

Like sewing or embroidering, something that cause Jugram to look at him in disgust as it was a woman's job. "Why? Why do you take on such mundane tasks?'

Gin frowned at the man. "You know... mother's the one who taught me."

"What of it?"

"What of it? It's something I have left of her. It also keeps my hands busy and means I'm not doing other things."

"What do you mean by other things?"

Jugram of course should have known what Gin was talking about, but he was quite sure that the man was avoiding the subject simply because he didn't want to admit his twin could be at times a complete psychopath. Of course, Gin had specifically meant simply mischief like when he was younger that always managed to drive his younger twin to a boiling rage. Now it didn't seem to phase him at all. Family was complicated like that.

Which was what was leading him into this particular predicament. It was honestly time to explain things to two people he had been keeping secrets from for a very long time. Letting out a deep sigh he headed towards an establishment and began to drink, only to find himself joined by Cang. Setting down his cup, he looked at his youngest brother with a stern glance. "Why do you follow me? One would think that you would have lost your hero worship complex after everything I've done to you and the rest of the family. Particularly since I gave you that scar."

Cang of course remained silent and simply poured himself a drink. Gin frowned at the man before taking another sip. "Still not a talker I see. No, honestly Cang... I wouldn't blame you for hating me for all that I did."

"I don't hate nii-sama. Nii-sama did what he had to do."

"I don't like your blind hero worship Cang."

"Why not?"

"Why? Simple. I don't deserve it." Gin took another drink. "Exactly how long does it take for me to get drunk? I mean... I've never really drunk much before so I can't outright remember."

"Why is nii-sama out drinking?"

The silver haired man flinched at the question. Letting out a sigh he explained his plan. "I haven't told Ran-chan or Shiro-chan the truth yet. If their tempers get flared up I won't be able to tell them everything I need to tell them. So, I figure I would pretend to be drunk so that they think I'm spouting off nonsense at first. Except I don't know how to pretend. So, I figure I get drunk for real." Silence was what he got. "I guess my logic makes no sense at all."

"Nii-sama's logic makes a lot of sense."

Gin felt the corner of his mouth twitch. "Does it actually make sense to him?"

After a couple hours of drinking he headed to the tenth division, Cang following close behind him. The man kept to the shadows but Gin knew he was there. Cang had this need to not leave his side. As Gin thought, Toshiro was busy with paperwork. Surprisingly Ran was also working and thus he knew he could get this over with. When he came into the room the woman looked up and glared at him, but he proceeded to go and sit on their couch. All he had to do now was wait for one of them to notice.

"What are you doing here?" Toshiro was the first to speak up.

"I'm following him."

Gin felt a hand cover his eye's upon hearing Cang speak. "He's got to be smarter then this."

Small footsteps came over to the couch. "So what are you doing here Gin?" The man was going to answer, only for the boy's voice to sharpen with a bit of frustration. "Don't tell me you've been out drinking."

"So what if I have?"

"Of all the..." Toshiro's steps could be heard turning away, only for the boy to stop short. Ran seemed to be ignoring the situation despite the fact Gin knew she knew he was there. The child then came back. "Obviously you're here to talk. So, talk."

"I can talk, but I can't because you're not going to like it.'

"I figured that out a long time ago. Just talk."

"Hypothetically speaking here..." Gin just let the words tumble out of his mouth, letting the liquor loosen up his tongue. "... lets say you knew of a child who thought they died on a plain of ice but they also had an inner world that was a plain of ice?"

The sound of Toshiro taking a deep breath. The boy then spoke, his voice quaking. "Hypothetically speaking here the boy could have actually been born in Soul Society."

Gin could feel then a sudden change in Rangiku's reiatsu that indicated she was even more upset with him. "Hypothetically speaking, lets say the child happened to be a child genius with a very particular physical coloring, who would the child's parents hypothetically be?"

"Hypothetically the child's father would be a moronic former child genius psychopath with similar physical coloring and the child's mother would be a flaky amnesiac. Well, hypothetically the mother is an amnesiac as she is of the personality that she wouldn't abandon her child unless something like that happened."

"Gin..." Rangiku's voice could be heard tightening and the woman stood up from the desk. "Are you finished? If so, leave."

"Not finished. More hypothesis here. Let's say hypothetically the boy wasn't the only child between these two."

"Say what?"

"Gin..." The woman's voice tightened even more.

"Let's say hypothetically the moronic former child genius psychopath with similar physical coloring had a brother who took the second child away and hypothetically speaking this other child was a girl." Silence came then. "And hypothetically speaking the moronic former child genius psychopath with similar physical coloring had a father who was hypothetically even more of a sociopath then him."

"That's not hypothetical. Father was a horrible sociopath."

Gin uncovered his eyes at this point and looked up and Cang, frowning as he did. "Cang... you really aren't helping here."

"I knew this wasn't hypothetical the moment you started Ichimaru." There was a sudden pause from the boy that was staring at him from the position where he was leaning on the couch. "Hypothetically speaking here... you're real name actually isn't Ichimaru Gin, so calling you Ichimaru isn't appropriate."

The man's voice tightened. "Hypothetically speaking a certain child could just as well call a certain person their father or if they hypothetically are pissed off with said man call him the fucktard."

"Hypothetically said child doesn't want his mouth washed out with soup and hypothetically speaking I think a certain fukutaicho wanted to wash a certain former taicho's mouth out even before he said a certain word."

"You find this amusing, don't you Shiro-chan."

"Hypothetically you're the one who thought he could pretend to be drunk."

"Taicho... Gin's really drunk."

"Really? He seems quite lucid to me. He's not acting like you at all when you get drunk."

"I am not going to explain that one to you." Rangiku came over and purposefully sat on Gin's stomach, causing him to let out a groan. "As for you? What was the big idea here? Did you think you would have more confidence if you were drunk?"

"Actually... the original idea was to pretend I was drunk so the two of you would brush off my words as inane babble, but then I realized I didn't know how to pretend to be drunk so I decided to purposefully get drunk instead to pull off the plan."

"That makes no sense."

"Yes it does," Cang and Tosiro said in an off key manner from each other.

Gin frowned. "I realized why now I knew it was a dumb idea as soon as Cang agreed with me. It's not that he's stupid, it's that he has a child like mentality so something like this would seem quite logical."

"Hypothetically speaking here still, we haven't told your daughter yet."

Toshiro flinched. "Hypothetically speaking, who is my sister?"

Gin let out a groan then as Rangiku pressed down on his stomach. "I'm not going to speak hypothetically here. Do something to correct the situation."