A/N: I'm really sorry for not updating lately. D: I don't have any excuses for my laziness. I am sorry. -fails-

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For You

by Impervious Marr

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15 january 20XX

The screen flickered once, then twice, before it showed a picture of a nondescript room. The camera's angle was adjusted, and soon, a silver-haired man could be seen sitting on a chair opposite the camera.

He was grinning.

"Gin Ichimaru, we will now begin the questioning. Have you anything to say about your mentor's assault?"

He still grinned, and the interrogation paused for a little bit, before the other voice became impatient.

"Gin Ichimaru, we believe that you agreed to answer all our questions for this session."

"So I did. You didn't say nothin' about thinkin' a long, long time for my answers." He looked to the side, then made a jarring movement with his free hand. "Or about lying."

There was a distinctive part in his speech when his accent was dropped. There was a shuffle of papers and the angle of the camera was adjusted again before it continued.

"You are inclined to lie about the shooting, then?" The voice held a distinct tone of coldness.

"Now, now, I didn't say anything like that specifically." His voice held a distinct tone of mockery. Gin grinned again, then leaned back. "So, you wanna know what I think about it?"

"Yes."

"My mentor's a funny guy. You know how he is - cracking up a joke about the whore on the street, how she would've died much better in a fuckable pose. We're probably the only two guys around here that can find somethin' funny about a chick with her legs ripped off." If he was smoking, he would've probably flicked off the end at an ashtray by now.

Instead, he just simply grinned.

"Hell, who in the world likes a guy like that, except the kids who can see what he sees? Why the fuck should I have anythin' against him, especially if he had such a great sense of humor? I like funny guys." He touched his bottom lip with the tip of his fingernail, grin never ever leaving. "You guys don't. End of story. You say it's manslaughter? I say it's murder."

Undoubtedly the way he said it left an impression on the interrogators, who obviously took a while to process his answer.

"You're implying that his trusted assistant murdered him because he didn't like him?"

"I don't think so, I know so. Hell, my mentor's probably the first one who saw it comin' a mile away."

"He didn't warn anyone of his suspicions -"

"'Cause you can't take a funny guy seriously," Gin cut in ruthlessly, tapping his foot impatiently against the floor. "Wanna know what I think? Really? Well, you just had to ask. No need for formalities. The assistant finally got sick of him foolin' around like that when it's supposed to be serious, and wanted to take things into his own hands. Probably especially the way my old man didn't give a fuck about who his parents were; treated him the same like the rest. That's why he shot the guy."

Another long bout of silence.

This time, a woman spoke up.

"But Ichimaru-san, the evidence clearly states that the shooting was accidental..."

She trailed off when Gin's eyes fixed at a particular spot oddly. There was a flash of his blue-green eyes before they disappeared through his lashes.

"Everythin's that's goin' exactly as planned is accidental," he murmured cryptically, before he winked. "It doesn't take much to arrange a couple of thugs to assault my mentor and the assistant to play the role of hero-boy. We ain't got no heroes in the real world, ladies and gents. Nobody from the academy has that kind of shitty aiming either. I know that you know all of that. So spare me the stupid."

Then he leaned back in his seat.

"Now lemme go, sweetheart, 'cause no matter what, the guy who put a bullet in my old man's still gonna get it loose. He's gonna get nothin'. If anythin', all he's ever gonna get is a slap to the wrist and a 'Don't do that again'. This whole 'interrogation' is just the bullshit to make sure you've got everythin' on paper. You know how the kids are. They think they can escape every lil' thing 'cause their parents turn a blind eye over everythin' they do. In the end? They do get away with it."

Gin shushed her with a finger to his lips, then grinned directly at the camera.

"So does that answer your question?"

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The apartment building that they were sent to was relatively normal. It was near the upper-middle class residential area; a medium-sized building made out of red and white colored bricks. Right smack in the middle between uptown and downtown, and thirteen blocks away from Halibel's place; eleven away from H.Q.

Gin took a while to taste the name on the tip of his tongue, because he knew that he better remember it.

Byakuya didn't feel like chatting up a storm with the silver-haired man, and neither did Gin. They held their silence throughout the whole journey up till the part when they got out of the convertible and got into the building. Byakuya's quick, short steps were a million ways different than Gin's lazy, easy stroll; and all the kids who got there earlier noticed it, especially the one who was supposed to bring the pair up to the fifth floor.

"Captain Kuchiki and Ichimaru," the man greeted roughly, giving a quick salute to Byakuya, and then nodding to Gin. He was a tall, broad man with long red hair and tattoos on his face - Gin lifted up the corner of his mouth in a smirk, because he was sure that Abarai Renji took a whole lot of paperwork just to get his hair to pass protocol. He had a hand in it, after all.

"Inspector Renji, eh? You oughta be more careful with yer timin', it's been a while since I've seen ya and you know how Kira likes to bitch and moan about not gettin' to see his posse."

"So I've been busy," Renji said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head as he turned on his steps to lead the men up the elevator.

Byakuya let out a small sound of annoyance. "I still don't see the point of treating Renji as one of your own, Captain Ichimaru."

"We're having a little friendly chat, Captain Kuchiki," Gin drawled, and then set off to ignore whatever Byakuya might or might not say by turning to the red-head who looked close to laughing. "You look as if you haven't gotten enough sleep."

"And I haven't been getting enough sleep," Renji muttered, rubbing the point in between his eyebrows, letting out a frustrated sigh. "I just got here from a two-hour break from my place two blocks away. Anyway - the body was the easiest, more like a quick take and go - that's why Captain's Retsu's team got out early, and she always does, doesn't she? - but the rest that came along later on is taking their own sweet time being too careful. Partly because of the way the guy died; bloodstains everywhere man, I'd like to call it a warzone, really, but it doesn't look it."

Part of the reason why Gin got along with Renji was the fact that both of them were practically uncouth heathens to the rest of the department. Renji turned a short corner, and up ahead Gin could already see the tapes and the personnel surrounding apartment number 599.

"The door was wide open and one of the neighbours came in to check. She saw the bloodstains and followed it up to the body; quickly called the police by then. Body was fresh when we found it and timing's perfect with the one on the other side of the city. Hey, Capt' Ichimaru, it was a chick, right?"

"Surprised you haven't known yet. It's in the six o'clock morning news."

"My radio's busted, and I didn't turn on the TV. Heard it from one of the juniors. Wings on her back?"

"Let's keep it confidential, Abarai," Kuchiki admonished, stepping over the tape and nodding at the ones who greeted him. He entered the apartment first, followed by Renji, and quickly Gin.

Well, well, well.

The one thing that immediately bothered him about the apartment was that it was immaculate.

Neat, clean, whatever you wanted to call it – it usually complicates matters to a degree that justifies the use of painkillers. Usually for the headaches to come.

Gin rolled his eyes as another throbbing sensation washed through his head, but it quickly subsided, signaling that it was soon to go. He looked around again, before letting his teeth show in the next grin. The rookies were gonna talk about a mysterious killer again. No clues, no signs of assault – nothing. Either Aaron-boy let him in by his own free will, or there was no 'him' in the first place.

"So this is what you meant by warzone, huh?"

Unless if he was missing something, but his sharp gaze never really missed anything.

The memories of a rough hand slamming his head onto the roof of a car ghosted over his skin and he shuddered. A grin was soon to follow as he plastered it onto his face before turning towards Renji.

"Well, I wasn't kidding." Renji pointed ahead, and Byakuya looked at where the rest of the team was - at the north side of the moderately furnished living room, examining the floor stained with blood drops and taking samples. It trailed all the way from a bookshelf near the balcony and went deeper into the apartment, past the first bathroom and into the bedroom.

Byakuya's face twisted into a grimace. "I see."

"Right then. Stick around if you want, be my guest, but if you're gonna leave to the H.Q., tell them that my job's done and I need to catch some 'Z's."

Gin couldn't resist a jab. "Your job's done - playing tour guide?"

"Very funny, Capt' Ichimaru. Send Ikkaku to take over for me if you want. I know how you like bullying, sir."

"I do not approve," Byakuya immediately snapped, and Gin chuckled, while Renji waved hands in front of him in a defensive, sheepish manner. Then he made a goodbye gesture, heading outside.

"Later."

"See ya."

“Are you inherently incapable of being professional, Ichimaru?” the brunet hissed, narrowing his eyes when Gin merely laughed it off.

“Any ideas yet, Byakuya?” he purred, stalking like a cat as Byakuya scowled. Gin touched a few books on the shelves near the fishtank, before his fingers graced the glass sides of the rectangular box propped against the wall. He looked at the colourful fish - oblivious to their own master's death, they swam merrily in what should be warm freshwater; Gin watched them for a while before his eyes shifted to his companion who still had to answer.

"This is most definitely related to Miss Halibel's murder, but how exactly? The timing... It's the work of a group." Byakuya narrowed his eyes. "He died of asphyxiation, according to the results from the labs. You saw the bruise on his neck in the photos. A severe trauma caused his trachea to collapse. The murderer probably slammed his neck to one of those shelves and Aaronniero tried to make his way to the bedroom..."

"Hey, hey, it can always be suicide."

Byakuya frowned. "Highly unlikely."

"Highly unlikely means it's still possible, Princess," Gin murmured sardonically. Time to take to the stage. "You know better than anybody else how funny willpower is."

It was Byakuya's turn to give him the cold shoulder. "Assuming that the murderer was the one who left the door open, it'll be safe to also assume that alerting the neighbours about Aaronniero's death was also intentional."

"Obviously."

A moment's silence passed as their thoughts mulled.

"... Do you see anything?" Byakuya asked almost hesitantly, quietly. Gin ground his teeth together as what looked to be a self-assured smirk widened on his face.

"No." Not yet I don't.

"Ah."

"Now what's gotten your panties in a twist, Princess?"

"I haven't had the time to properly review the results from the Path Labs earlier. It bothers me to not have the full report; collecting information in another site without being able to make relations irks me."

“So why didn’t you?”

“Yamamoto-sama held me back from over-exerting myself,” Byakuya admitted reluctantly, and almost expected the laugh that came out of Gin’s lips. Gin knew how much the fellow captain liked taking things into his own hands, reviewing the reports to make sure that his own division didn't miss anything out. The sense of individualism contrasted his beliefs of teamwork. “It is not amusing. I refuse to sit around while a killer is on the loose but as it was – I was in no position to refuse, especially when he found out that you were safely holed up inside your apartment, enjoying a few hours’ worth of rest,” he said, maybe with a little bit more than a little bitterness.

And why exactly I was resting is the question you really wanna ask, Princess.

Gin graced it with a short answer.

“It’s complicated,” he repeated, and Byakuya scowled deeper. “Scowls aren’t good on ya.”

“You make me sick, Ichimaru.”

"And you do too." Gin was about to turn around when his cellphone rang. He answered it without a moment's hesitation. "Hm?"

"I was wrong. I mean, I was right, but..."

Gin frowned at the strangeness in Kira's voice, if only momentarily, because at the next second Kira already spoke up. And at the next second, he was already in the outside hallway.

"Nevermind. Halibel runs that counselling group, right? She worked with the kids down at Rukongai."

"Ah," was all Gin could say, because Rukongai was the city's orphanage. He reasoned the strange tone to Kira's soft spot for kids. The blond came from there, after all; not to mention a few other people... And himself.

"The guy you're looking for is Zommari Leroux. He was the one working with Halibel - he's new; only around for two years, but they've been working together since he came to this city... Damn it. They're just kids and..."

Gin stubbed out a stray, lone cigarette on the floor with his shoe - it wasn't his, never will be. "I'm not saying they're unlucky, but if not them, then someone else."

"It's not fair, nothing is ever fair, but this is just cruel. They're terminally ill, they're going to die."

"Everybody dies."

"They just lost a counsellor. I just -"

"That's your sweet side talkin', baby," Gin crooned, with an undertone of ice, one filled with warning - Calm Down - looking out at one of the windows on the far north side of the hallway. "That ain't my Kira. Where is he? Where's my Kira, Kira?"

"..."

Gin took this while to enter the apartment again, walking towards the team 'taking their own sweet time', as Renji put it, watching as they collected the blood samples.

"I... I apologize. I wasn't - I wasn't thinking. I'm just..." There was a pause for him to find the word. "... Frustrated."

"Didn't take much for me to figure that out," Gin drawled out, as quick as a seasoned gunslinger would draw his gun and shoot. What was up with today and frustration? Was it some 'in' thing Gin didn't know about? There was a pause, a shuffle; a slight laugh from the other line. The silver-haired man predictably grinned, even as the rest of the investigation team suddenly looked wary of his presence, looming over their workspace.

Gin decided to give them a break, and went to the balcony to enjoy the view outside.

"I'll send you the address in a while. Rukongai built a new place for the kids just recently."

"Such a sweetheart," Gin teased, before it dropped into a low tone. "Take it easy."

"... Thank you, sir. I'll tell them you're coming."

click

beep

And there's the cue -

Gin blinked when his phone rang again. He lifted it up without a second thought, answering almost immediately.

"Never knew you're the type to forget things, Kira -"

"Hello, beautiful."

The split second it took for Gin to put up all his defenses again and plaster that same smile was the same second where he felt an undeniable chill run down his spine. Gin tightened his grip around the phone he held, almost breaking it into two. He moved away from the larger part of the group and into a corner of the balcony so that the others wouldn't hear. Gin took a while to take in a silent breath just to calm himself. Thankfully, his voice was as smooth as it should be.

"So it ain't enough to leave a message in rouge, secret admirer?"

"I just wanted to hear your voice again."

The line was fuzzy and the voice was unrecognizable. If it wasn't for the condenscending tone and the beautiful attached to the end, Gin would've mistaken it for someone else.

"I'm not very sorry for not feelin' the same way."

"I take it you loved the message I sent you. Don't worry, there will be more. You love games, don't you? With all your playing around with, what's his name? Izuru Kira -"

"And you like playing around with me. Same difference," Gin cut him off ruthlessly, stomping down on the uneasiness that crept up to him. Just how much does he know?

There was a slight chuckle on the other end. "But I'm so much more interesting than anything you've ever faced so far. Don't you agree?"

"I don't exactly see the appeal of having a stalker," Gin murmured, his accent already dropping as he narrowed his eyes. "You certainly have a way with breaking into other people's houses and leaving messages fit for a love song."

"But you are beautiful. Pale blond hair that glints with every shift of the light like silver - and blue-green eyes. Not to mention the curve of your mouth and your cold, burning lips. Quite, quite lovely."

Gin couldn't help the shudder that ran up his spine when he heard that. "Say it right up to my face, secret admirer, and maybe I'll listen."

"Now where's the fun in that?" That bastard asked almost lazily, and Gin could almost see the smirk on his face. I'll fucking track him down. "To play a secret admirer, my identity would have to be a secret. Now it all depends whether I have to be the one to reveal myself, or you find out who I am."

"Oh, I'll hunt you down, alright, with all my pleasure," Gin purred dangerously, touching his lower lip with a stray finger. "A game, hmm? Mind giving lil' old me a clue?"

"You seem to be mistaken on who's the hunter in this game. The bread crumbs are right behind you and already set, my little wolf. Come and hunt me down before I claim you."

The phone went out with a deafening beep.

Gin gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the wall beside him. Funnily enough, the motion went unnoticed to the ones in the apartment, who already stopped collecting samples and already moving to clean the mess up. Gin hummed a little tune in his head, paying special attention to the blood drops trailing all the way from here to the bedroom, in an eerily deliberate...

Wait.

He paced the room in a few long strides given his long legs, and entered the bedroom, where the smell of death was certainly present. He looked around the room - still immaculate, like the rest of the apartment, and unbelievably sparse with only the basic necessities in a bedroom. The stains stopped near the bed, where the deceased presumably collapsed on his bed before he died. Gin crossed his arms, trying to remember the pictures he looked through just hours ago. He snorted quietly.

He died facin' the window, so please don't make it way obvious.

Gin strode up to the window, opening the curtains. He didn't like the feeling in his stomach when he realized there was nothing out of the ordinary. He even took the time to open the windows and look outside. Nothing that he could see from here. The breeze teased his hair as it fell into his eyes, and Gin closed them, tapping his foot.

Bread crumbs are right behind me.

He spun immediately and was greeted with the sight of the closet door. Gin ran a hand through his hair, and caught a glance of Byakuya standing in the doorway, looking at him strangely.

"What are you doing?"

"Did anybody check the closet, Princess?" Gin asked curiously, pointing. Byakuya narrowed his eyes, and then spun on his heels to grill the investigation team. So that answers my question. Gin ignored the world right after that to look at the unbearably plain door, sliding a hand onto the knob and turning it.

And there's -

Nothing. Just some clothes for a normal, socially awkward man. Shoes to the bottom and ties hung up systematically on the wall opposite. Gin narrowed his eyes, ignoring the slight disappointment in his gut, and grabbing one side of the clothes hanging by hangers and pushing them to the side to look at the wall behind.

Right behind me.

Gin tightened his grip on the wall before he spun on his heels, passing Byakuya - who recently arrived - with an odd frown stuck to his face.

"You might wanna get one of the boys to check tha' out," Gin said offhandedly, waving a hand behind as he passed the dark-haired man. The one in question blinked, before moving to where Gin was standing earlier. A sudden chill passed him as he read the words written on the wall.

RUN RUN as fast as you CAN

you CAN'T catch me

I'M THE GINGERBREAD MAN

Even a fool would notice that it was written in blood.

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"Kira," Gin replied, motioning to his phone, before Byakuya could even voice out any questions. The black-haired man cleared his throat, while Gin pressed for more words. "We're going to the Rukongai Institute. Halibel had connections there." Gin looked through his inbox for the address.

Byakuya sighed. "Seireitei Avenue, correct? I'll drop you off from here, it's on the way to the station - there was another call from H.Q. That, and I have to report in about the scene." Byakuya immediately shook his head. "We'll discuss matters later. The rest of the team will take care of the documentation. That last discovery was a... Shock, to say the least."

"How nice of ya."

"How exactly did you know how to look in the closet? Much less behind the clothes."

Gin definitely didn't miss the suspicion that carried over in Byakuya's words. He shrugged casually, glancing at the bloodstains before exiting with quick steps, right in front of Byakuya and completely missing but completely aware of the pensive look Byakuya gave him.

"The bread crumbs are right behind you, Hansel," he murmured silently, cryptically. "I just followed them."

"Ichimaru."

The call was jarring and Gin had to keep off the surprise that threatened to take over his face when he looked up to Byakuya, the one who called him.

"Is there anything you'd like to inform me about?" Byakuya asked levelly. Gin resisted the urge to grimace.

Well, as expected.

Especially since my name was obviously underlined in that message.

A tense silence passed the both of them as Byakuya waited for an answer. Gin looked so deceptively calm with that cool facade of his - and especially the way he grinned almost nonchalantly as he brushed off Byakuya's question.

"Nothing at all."

It trailed off into the air. Gin turned on his heel, the uncontrollable grin spreading on his face like a parasite, unseen to anyone. It almost tore his face in half and he refrained from giving in the urge to slam his fist to the wall beside him again. Putting a little bit of the suspicion on him, making who should be his allies wary of his movements -

Bastard, through and through.

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The new Rukongai Institute was new, alright. The refurbished building blended perfectly with the maintained surroundings, and the whole scene gave it an almost picturesque atmosphere. The words 'Rukongai' graced the metal arc above the two large gates opened wide. Children and teenagers were scattered haphazardly around the gardens, caretakers with them. The lawns were spread out wide and were obviously cared for by experts - the bushes were cut to perfection, the grass mowed by an even margin. Even Byakuya was impressed by the structure. In its own way, the building gave an aura of welcomeness instead of being imposing to its visitors.

It certainly was a vast change from the Rukongai he remembered from his younger days. Gin discreetly made a face at the too-foreign building, feeling none of the nostalgia that should've been present in him. He was all too aware that the previous administration was driven out from the institution, to be replaced with a more, caring crowd, he supposed.

Looks like the funding got a boost. Someone's been pulling strings.

"Do you need me to pick you up later?" Byakuya asked from in the car, and Gin grinned.

"I'll manage. The cabs around here aren't too bad."

Byakuya nodded and was already off to the station by the time Gin turned around and headed towards the guards who stood near the gates. They tensed as he approached, but Gin gave an easy smile.

"Name's Ichimaru Gin. I'm supposed to meet up with Mr. Leroux 'round here?" he asked amiably, keeping the sarcastic undertones for a later time. The guards asked for confirmation, and after flashing his badge and his I.D., he was set to go.

Gin gave a wave towards one of the children who stared at him - and then the boy shyly waved back, ducking his head. Gin chuckled.

At least they're doin' fine.

"And here I thought you were stuck with Kuchiki-san at the hip," an amused, familiar voice spoke up, and Gin blinked, turning his head. "I certainly didn't expect to meet up with you so soon, Ichimaru-san. And alone, at that."

Well, well. The presence of one rich bastard certainly explained a little about the funding boost Rukongai suddenly experienced. Aizen excused himself from the group of children surrounding him in favor of walking towards the one he addressed.

"Neither did I," Gin drawled, easing back into his cheer. He ignored the blatant assumption Aizen threw at him in favor of eyeing the man appreciatively. Of course he could be suspicious of the man, but it didn't mean that he couldn't have some fun while at it. "So whatcha doin' here, if you don't mind me askin'?" he purred, letting his lips curve as the man stopped about a pace's distance away from him.

If that interest he showed earlier was a given...

"Certainly you've heard of the generous contributions made to this institution."

"Mmhmm, and..." Gin leaned in, licking his lips sensously and smirking at the way Aizen's eyes discreetly followed. He pulled away right after, chuckling. The teasing was a nice change from the tense situation a half hour ago. "You're the man behind it, no doubt 'bout that."

Aizen laughed softly and the pleasant sound washed over Gin. The silver-haired man shuddered, unable to determined if it was a feeling he liked or not.

"Smart. What are you doing here, then? Of course, if you don't mind me asking," Aizen added, mirroring the words from before. Gin hummed tunelessly, cocking his head at the direction of the main building.

"You know I'm a detective. Can't tell you everythin', of course, but I'm checkin' out one of the leads. The murdered missy worked right around here."

Aizen looked stricken, a sympathetic look crossing his face. "How unfortunate to hear that. I heard about the news sometime ago from Leroux."

"You mean Zommari Leroux?"

"Yes. Do you know him?"

"He's the guy I'm lookin' for. You wouldn't mind tellin' me where he is, now would you?" Gin asked, letting his eyelids fall halfway into a sultry look. For a second, it was as if Gin could see a change in the other man - because Aizen responded with a timely devilish smile of his own, and those eyes behind those thick rimmed glasses burned.

Oh, oh, oh. Seems like there's a bad boy in this goody two shoes.

"Mmm." He leaned in close, and Gin's eyes almost flew open in surprise. Aizen hovered over Gin's parted lips before he completely missed it and tipped his chin slightly to reach his ear instead. From this distance, the scent of narcissus and orange blossom was almost unmistakable. Nobody ever really knew how Gin appreciated scents almost to the point of obsession. "Maybe if you went to the immediate left hallway, straight on until the third door."

When Aizen pulled away, Gin couldn't help but bite his lip, giving a slight pout - especially when Aizen chuckled, eyes glittering enigmatically. At the end of it, Gin struggled to bite back a laugh of his own.

"Maybe, you say?"

"You might find his office."

"But you sound so sure."

"That I do." Aizen smiled brilliantly, before a sharp chime broke into their conversation. The man blinked and fished around for his cellphone - very latest model of some first-class phone company, Gin was sure of it - before he flipped the device smoothly. "And I'm also very sure that we'll meet again."

"How very confident," Gin murmured teasingly.

"Confidence is a necessity in my world - as also the means to support said confidence. I am not the one to believe in petty arrogance." Aizen smiled as he finished replying on his cell, slipping it inside his coat again. Before he could speak though, a man with heavily-lidded eyes and an expression close to the definition of laziness intruded, bowing deeply. He donned the clothes of a well-paid chauffeur.

"I apologize for the intrusion, sir, but your 1 o'clock is coming up shortly."

Aizen looked almost surprised. "Lunch time already? Excuse me, then. I would like to invite you to lunch as well, but I see you have your hands full."

Gin smiled wryly. "I can't possibly keep a man away from his duties."

"On the contrary, you almost define the very meaning of temptation, Ichimaru. I bid you adieu."

How charming, Gin thought, and he didn't have to wonder how easily Aizen could tempt anyone to his will with that charm of his. Very, very easy. He watched for a bit longer as Aizen departed, before he looked back at the building, and remembering his mission from the start.

Fun's over, then.

He smiled humorlessly and hummed to himself, continuing to wave at the little ones as he approached the two great doors of the main building, oblivious to the curious stare directed at him from the shadows.

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A/N: SOMETHING IS MISSING and for the life of me, I can'ts remember what it is! owo I had fun talkin' about different fairytales, hahaha. And something is revealed about Gin's mysterious past!? dun dun dun

Thanks for the reviews x3 I hope this chapter is long enough orz

And thank you for those who are waiting. orz I can't express how guilty I feel for letting you guys down and not updating. orz

Thanks for reading.