Disclaimer: Don’t own.

Summary: Matsumoto Rangiku reflects directly after the Soul Society arc on Ichimaru Gin and her own captain. HitsuMatsu if you squint.

Wait, I’m writing romance that’s not humor? -keels over-

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He killed him. Or he as good as did it.

He saved her, she trusted him. He killed him.

She hates him.

Hitsugaya Toushirou… lost. Her taichou… lost.

Lost. As in dead.

Her taichou didn’t lose.

But he had. He had. He killed him.

And she would avenge him.

Instinct took over and she… leapt away. The giant beam of golden light came down.

“I’m sorry, Rangiku.”

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Not dead… he’s not dead.

She giggled remorselessly. He’s not dead. Aizen didn’t kill him.

He lay there, unmoving, but breathing. Breathing, alive. He’s not dead.

He could still die.

He’s not dead. Aizen didn’t kill him.

In the upcoming war with the Arrancar, he could still die.

But he wasn’t dead yet. Not yet.

Aizen, I will kill you. Gin, I will kill you.

If he dies, I will murder both of you with my own hands.

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Matsumoto sat staring out the window. Hitsugaya walked in. “What’s wrong Matsumoto?”

“Taichou! I… I didn’t know Unohana-taichou had let you go yet.”

“I persuaded her. What’s wrong?”

Matsumoto shook her head. “It’s nothing, taichou.”

Hitsugaya didn’t believe a word of it. “Stop wallowing in self pity, or tell me.”

Matsumoto stood up, bent over, and embraced Hitsugaya. “Don’t die.”

Hitsugaya stiffened, then loosened up. “I won’t.”