Peek-a-Boo [Closed/Complete]

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Character(s): Ichimaru Gin. Rangiku Matsumoto
Content: Ichimaru wants to play hide-n-seek with Ran. :">
Setting: Morem o Lisboa-ish area.
Time: Wednesday Evening
Warnings: Slight language.

Gin both liked and disliked trains. Normally, the like outweighed the dislike, but he wasn't so sure this time. His dislike stemmed from the fact that riding the train gave much time for nostalgia to settle in. It was an emotion that bothered the ex-captain, because he felt that it was a bit unnecessary. Nostlagia only ceased to give way to things long past, things Gin was currently regretting he had turned his back on. The silver-haired shinigami knew there was no way to reverse time, so why dwell on such things? An uncharacteristic sigh flew from in between parted lips as the train pulled to a stop. Gin looked up, noting the name of the stop.

"Morem o Lisboa. Hm. Whatta mouthful." A curious expression came over his features, nostalgia now forgotten and pushed aside. He pulled himself up, this stop sounded good. Besides, it was nighttime, he didn't want to be stuck riding in circles on a train all night. Just wasn't a safe thing to do.

As Gin stepped off the train, onto the rather cold platform, he took a quick glance at his surroundings. Didn't look all that much different from that other place he had been. Nifullhaym or some other such nonsensical word. But, it did have the prospect of a place to sleep nearby, if he had read the sign nearby right. Unless "hotel" meant something other than "place to sleep", Gin assumed he was pretty ok. Then it struck him.

He had no money. Rats.

The shinigami frowned much like a little boy who hadn't gotten his way at the thought. Gin had never really needed money. And even so, the skinny ex-captain wasn't so sure this Paixao place would take the currency he used. Just his luck. Thin shoulders shrugged, he would find somewhere to go. He could feel it in his bones. Unless that was just the cold air settling under his skin, of course. Time for a little walking, a little exploring.

Not unlike old days. Now only if he had someone blonde looking for him, it would be perfect.

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Rangiku blinked several times, feeling her temper subside at the tone of sheepishness that coated his words. Running a hand through her hair she felt her fingers tremble as she tried to remember how to release the spell. Of all her subjects in the Academy, Kidou had never been her specialty.

"I..." she half-stammered, conflicting emotions still a whirlpool in her heart and head. Gin was a traitor. She had orders. Protocol dictated that she consult with any of the captains within the area. "I can't remember how to release it." She looked off to the side, the voice in her head fading as the wind filled her ears.

She could see the lights and the silhouette of the building. They weren't that far away. She could haul him back to the hotel, she thought. Hand him over to Zaraki-taicho as protocol dictated. They had been instructed to apprehend the traitors on sight. At all costs.

But kami help her... his face looked thinner than last she'd seen him. She knew hunger when she saw it.

She turned back to him and knelt at his side. Her hand fell on on his shoulder, and before she could tell herself to stop, the words hassed silent over her lips and the binding spell was released.

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Air flew into his lungs at a surprisingly fast pace, causing him to cough. By Kami was it cold. The coughing ceased, and he sat up, blinking away the tired haze that was beginning to come over him. No, he was not going to fall asleep on a cold roof.

"Thank ya." His words were soft as he tilted his face to look at the now kneeling Rangiku. She looked the same as ever, perhaps a little thinner now that he looked. But beautiful nonetheless.

As beautiful as always. The thought slipped through before shifting away like sand in the tide. Suddenly, everything was more potent. Her scent, look, and most especially her touch. That single hand, laying on his thin shoulder, felt like it was burning hot. Much like her. In an attempt to hide it away, Gin gave her a weak smile before struggling to stand. That Kidou had definitely been a powerful one, he was shaky from the after effect, almost as if the spell was lingering on, waiting to strike.

Gin stumbled a moment, almost as if he was re-learning how to walk. It was an odd feeling to say the least. There was only silence now, mostly out his fear of saying something he shouldn't.

But this silence rang true, as something to be understood.