((OOC: BTW, think I'm gonna have Urahara botherbother Yoruichi-san instead. :< Morrimun posted a Yoru thread and it's too damn tempting. Besides, he's been pining like a puppy dog to ravish reunite with his beloved. <3))
If he hadn't proclaimed his absolute loathing of the rain and cold before, he was definitely about to do so now. Eck. It was so wet and cold and slick and COLD. No, more like freezing. Yeah, that was definitely a better word for it. The chill was the kind that sunk into your very bones, something that wasn't so hard for the weather to do to Gin anyway, on a normal basis. Sometimes he wondered if he should take Rangiku's advice and just eat more, even when he wasn't hungry. Nah, the ex-captain was known for being super skinny, and well, he kind of liked being sort of underestimated due to his stick-like stature.
It made fighting all the more interesting.
Then again, fighting was the last thing he wanted right now. Even though he was sure Zaraki-taicho and Kurosaki would want to stab him fifty-thousand times through, just so they knew he was dead. Either that or they'd burn him at the stake like a heretic. Interesting.
But Gin really didn't want to die. Death was a scary unknown. Especially to those from Soul Society. Who knew what lay in store for a destroyed soul? Right now, all he needed to concentrate on was Ran. Sounded kind of odd, but it wasn't a foreign thing to him. She was all he had thought about when they had been younger anyhow. His sandals splashed with every step towards that hotel. She was confused, hurt, and above all, angry. Gin needed to make it up to her, which was something he didn't do very often. Perhaps it was because even though they understood each other, there were some gaps that needed bridging. Like his leaving. From both childhood and now.
The ex-captain rounded the corner, peering down the next street. And there she sat, in the alley next to the hotel, blonde locks looking to be completely washed out with the rain streaming through it. This was going to a very big bridge to rebuild. He stepped forward lightly, not wanting to cause a disturbance.
"S'pretty, isn' it?" He wasn't referring to the rain.
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ravishreunite with his beloved. <3))If he hadn't proclaimed his absolute loathing of the rain and cold before, he was definitely about to do so now. Eck. It was so wet and cold and slick and COLD. No, more like freezing. Yeah, that was definitely a better word for it. The chill was the kind that sunk into your very bones, something that wasn't so hard for the weather to do to Gin anyway, on a normal basis. Sometimes he wondered if he should take Rangiku's advice and just eat more, even when he wasn't hungry. Nah, the ex-captain was known for being super skinny, and well, he kind of liked being sort of underestimated due to his stick-like stature.
It made fighting all the more interesting.
Then again, fighting was the last thing he wanted right now. Even though he was sure Zaraki-taicho and Kurosaki would want to stab him fifty-thousand times through, just so they knew he was dead. Either that or they'd burn him at the stake like a heretic. Interesting.
But Gin really didn't want to die. Death was a scary unknown. Especially to those from Soul Society. Who knew what lay in store for a destroyed soul? Right now, all he needed to concentrate on was Ran. Sounded kind of odd, but it wasn't a foreign thing to him. She was all he had thought about when they had been younger anyhow. His sandals splashed with every step towards that hotel. She was confused, hurt, and above all, angry. Gin needed to make it up to her, which was something he didn't do very often. Perhaps it was because even though they understood each other, there were some gaps that needed bridging. Like his leaving. From both childhood and now.
The ex-captain rounded the corner, peering down the next street. And there she sat, in the alley next to the hotel, blonde locks looking to be completely washed out with the rain streaming through it. This was going to a very big bridge to rebuild. He stepped forward lightly, not wanting to cause a disturbance.
"S'pretty, isn' it?" He wasn't referring to the rain.