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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She wondered for a moment if he knew that Zaraki was around. Or if he knew that Kurosaki was as well, for that matter. She breathed in and began to walk in the general direction of Morem o Lisboa, the wind nipping at her calves. "There's a hotel not too far from here." The shinigami glanced idly over her shoulder, not necessarily looking at her companion -- not exactly ignoring him either. "You probably know that by now since you walked past me there."

She looked back at him, unable to resist. He seemed so at ease despite the earlier events that had them at odds with each other. It was almost too easy.

No.

It was too easy. She was entitled to her suspicion. Even if this was Gin.

No. Especially since this was Gin.

"It's late," she cleared her throat. "I doubt you have any currency on you so I wouldn't suggest hoping for a warm bed to sleep in tonight. The hotel management is oddly strict with who comes in and out, though they are relatively lax due to the massacre the other day." She paused, briefly and spoke again.

"I can get you food. But other than that you're on your own." She turned away then, leading the way.

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"...A'right." He sounded small. Almost as if he was that little boy again, the one who had saved a little blonde girl by sharing his food. It was ironic now, that she was the one feeding and helping him. Funny how the tables had turned. Ran was the one who knew what she was doing, not him.

It was surreal.

"S'funny, isn't it? Feels like ol' times. Only, yer tha one who knows what they're doin'." The ex-captain's eyes were low, not wanting to look at her. He suddenly felt so ashamed, so very very ashamed. Guilt ridden, more like. It burned on his face, and he felt like his deepest secret had just been revealed to the world. Kami, why was he suddenly losing everything so fast? Was it just his hunger? Sure, his knees felt weak, and every part of him ached (his chest especially ached, feeling like someone was gripping him too tightly), but really, he was stronger than this. Or was he? Gin frowned, an expression that was most unbecoming on his thin features. He didn't even know which him was HIM. The silver-haired shinigami was torn. And he couldn't tell which side was winning, both looked and felt so alike. Now what was this? He usually prided himself in being a very decisive kind of person. Not this time around, it seemed. Decisiveness had flown away, most likely around the time his logic had.

Rangiku's last words came flying back. She had been gently reminding him that he was on his own after she got him some food. On his own. Nothing different there. No. Yes. Something clouded over his senses, blocking out the rest of reason. It hovered on the edge of conciousness, like a sniper lies on the edge of sight, waiting to strike.

Fear. And it scared him. He shouldn't be afraid.

But he was, very much so.