Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies, ashes to ashes, we all fall down. [COMPLETED]

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Character(s): Matsumoto Rangiku, Ichimaru Gin, Kurosaki Ichigo, Kuchiki Rukia, Zaraki Kenpachi, and anyone else at the Morem o Lisboa who might want to join in.
Content: Ran checks up on Gin, and quite possibly courts trouble. Ichigo having chatted with a certain Rukia through the network, decides to go downstairs to meet her at the lobby. Kenpachi, on the other hand, is enjoying the fact that is he is dry and indoors.
Setting: Morem o Lisboa [M4].
Time: Thursday really early morning.
Warnings: Gin, Kenpachi, Ichigo and Aizen -- in one room.





Ran set her hand against the wall and sighed softly, feeling fatigue slowly sinking in. The day had turned out longer than she had hoped, and the opportunity for some real shut-eye was still just beyond her reach.

She sluggishly descended down the steps, fully aware that she was going to check to see if he was still lingering outside. Halting for a moment, she wondered if it was even wise to actually sate her curiosity.

It was now nearing roughly three hours past midnight -- roughly three hours since she'd snuck him some leftovers. After their little encounter she'd slipped back into the hotel to distract the kitchen staff with a little bit of conversation as she pocketed half a loaf of bread and some hard-boiled eggs under the counter. She gone back out shortly, with the random excuse of having dropped something. The last thing she remembered was handing the edible items over to Gin before promptly heading back inside to see to her own comforts: a bath -- a long, warm one under the shower spray wherein -- no, she did not cry.

She set her hand on the handle and paused, attempting to convince herself that it would only be an empty alley way. Gin would be gone, as always, with only the shadows left behind.

Still.

It couldn't hurt to look.

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It was upsetting really… this rain. Of all times for a violent storm to release its torrent of anger now of course seemed to be absolutely perfect. This only made the cold feel more bitter and chilling than ever. Clothing sagged and weighed down heavily, giving way to the powers of gravity. Even the sandals were now becoming soggy in the fast accumulating puddles. These puddles were very similar to the ones that have obscured and possibility of seeing through black, thick rimmed glasses.

Of course Aizen Sousuke, former Fifth Division Captain of the Soul Society’s Gotei 13, had more important things on his mind. He had appeared in this odd world as he wanted and had wandered the streets for a few hours. In these streets he had learned a very limited amount of information of the populace and had acquired a small silver box called an electronic journal. He had tinkered with the device for a short amount of time, purely to entertain himself, but now it rested in the deep pockets of damp clothing. In fact, it helped the cloth pull to the ground even more.

But the journal had come with a map, something that Aizen had thankfully stumbled upon though he was sure to discover it eventually. The map had told him of a place entitled Morem o Lisboa, a rather exquisite hotel… and also the nearest. The shinigami needed a place to get out of this rain as soon as possible so the hotel would have to suffice. He’d find a way to pay rent in some form or another. That was the thing furthest from his mind at the moment. Now, however, he was more concerned with the façade he planned on portraying. If what he assumed was correct, it was very possible that other shinigami of the Soul Society could be here along with Gin. Their reactions to his appearance would be all too easy to figure out. Aizen smirked slightly at this thought. They were always too predictable… but this plan would most certainly suffice… at least for now.

The ex-captain whipped the gathering droplets of rain from his glasses once again, removing an obscurity from his vision for at least a short period of time. Though this would be the last time Aizen would have to do such a thing as he found himself under the cover of Morem o Lisboa.

Well… it was certainly a… magnificent building. The shinigami decided it would grow on him though the architecture throughout the city seemed similar. It was just an adaptation he’d have to make after residing in Hueco Mundo for such a long period of time.

Still dripping with the wrath of the storm, Aizen pushed over the large hotel doors only to reveal something even he did not expect.

Right before him were two very familiar figures: Matsumoto Rangiku and Rukia Kuchiki. Both female shinigami seemed to be heading towards the same doors that Aizen had just entered through. Behind them was the bulky and rather hard to miss figure of Kenpachi Zaraki. The 11th Division Captain seemed to be well engaged in a quick paced battle with none other than Ichimaru Gin. Well, that was fast.

Aizen affixed his face with an expression of obvious surprise and well-feigned kind-heartedness. He appeared to be the exact thing that he had just thrown away. He had picked up his image of the kind, caring, innocent, and weak Captain Aizen Sousuke of the Fifth Division.

“Perhaps I have come for a room at the wrong time…” Aizen announced quietly.

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Ran's eyes widened as the light of the hotel lobby illuminated the figure in the doorway. Nevermind that the eyes looked kind or that the expression on his face was one that had once charmed and disarmed many a shinigami-to-be still under the care of the academy.

As far as this shinigami was concered -- there in the door way was the man who'd turned Soul Society upside-down.

She saw red.

"AIZEN!!!" Ran roared, unsheathing Haineko from her hip and flinging herself and her zanpakutou towards the ex-captian.