A/N: These will be a series of related one-shots focusing on Matsumoto. They will be from differing POV's (First, second, third), but all either told from Matsumoto or Hitsugaya's voice. The next few chapters are planned and written, but suggestions for future songs (I don't really dig the rap scene much, but, I will make an exception for a really good song, like this one). Anything that I can relate to Shiro and Ran, no matter if it's angsty or dramatic or romantic.

This is rated primarily for language and violence. Possibly some mild sex scenes later, depending on how this unfolds.

As always, enjoy!
-Rachel Noelle

Love the Way You Lie

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that's alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that's alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie

Where you going
I'm leaving you
No you ain't
Come back
We're running right back
Here we go again

I feel so ashamed
I snap
Who's that dude
I don't even know his name
I laid hands on her
I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength

You swore you'd never hit 'em
Never do nothin' to hurt 'em
Now you're in each other's face
Spewing venom
And these words
When you spit 'em
You push
Pull each other's hair
Scratch, claw, bit 'em
Throw 'em down
Pin 'em
So lost in the moments
When you're in 'em
It's the rage that took over

All I know is
I love you too much
To walk away though

Told you this is my fault
Look me in the eyeball
Next time I'm pissed
I'll aim my fist
At the dry wall
Next time
There will be no next time
I apologize
Even though I know it's lies

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that's alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that's alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

Lyrics taken from the song "Love The Way You Lie" by Eminem, featuring Rihanna.


It's like an out-of-body experience as you see his hand strike you across your face. It lands hard, busting your lip and bloodying your nose. But you just stand there, resolute. You promise yourself you won't cry. And you don't. He doesn't deserve the satisfaction of your tears. That's all he's after, anyway. He doesn't even want the sex anymore.

The mad, frustrated fucking lost it's glamour after the first dozen times he raised his hand to you. The last time he left you alone almost the second he was done fucking you, and you cried yourself to sleep, for who knows how many times it made.

This fight, though, is different. Still seeing yourself as though from a movie camera, you hit him back. He looks shocked for a split second before his face returns to his usual, cocky smirk. "Gonna hit meh this time, eh, Ran-chan?" he goads. And you're so pissed you can't speak. Like fuck you're going to hit him. And hard. And you do. You give him a black eye. Not that anything but the colour will be noticeable. He never has his damned eyes fully open anyway.

Finally you manage to string together a few words. "Why don't you go back to being Aizen's little bitch? I liked it better that way. My hand's much more satisfying." All you manage to do is piss him off a little more. And at this rate, you'll be dead by the night's end.

If he didn't want you talking to Shunsui, he shouldn't have taken you out with the elder captain. Now he's decided that you simply don't pay enough attention to him anymore. Although the double standard never applies. Would it really have killed him to write you a fucking letter now and then? Even just to say he was going away and would find you after he got back?

He strikes you again after your last comment, returning the black eye. You just continue to stare at him with malice and hatred. "Ya wouldn't say that to yer pretty li'l taicho, now would'ja?" he remarks, smirking. You let your eyebrows knit in confusion. What the hell does the little kid you work for have to do with anything? You want to ask him, but that would just be acknowledging that he managed to get to you. And that would be admitting defeat. And you refuse to lose this round. "Ya know I'm more powerful than ya, dontcha, Ran-chan? Ya best listen to meh."

Then, suddenly, like the blinking of an eye, you decide you've had enough. You spit in his 'good' eye. "Fuck you," you spit out. "Fuck you, Gin. You're just a bastard trying to manipulate and control me, just because you think it's funny."

He wipes the saliva from his face and his smirk turns to a glare. He raises his hand again, and you duck out under his arms. He snatches your wrist and you're forced to stop dead. You freeze in place, knowing what's sure to come. "Ya don't wanna leave me. Nobody else wants a whore like you," he sneers.

In your fury you yank your arm from his grasp, and you feel the distinct crack of some bone breaking. You try not to flinch or moan in pain, because that would only help him further his argument against your leaving.

"I am not a whore," you spit vehemently. He smirks again. He thinks he's breaking your defenses. But all he's doing is building up your walls a little higher. "I'm leaving," you state with power in your voice. He sneers again in disbelief. You pause for a moment. And then you shunpo out the door.

If he really wants to catch up to you, you know he can. But you hope he won't. Because you have no idea where you're going to go. And you're certain that if he catches you before you can take cover under the power of another captain class shinigami he will kill you. That's the kind of mood he's in tonight.

Finally you arrive at your destination. Only you had no idea this is where you were headed. Surely the little kid taicho couldn't handle the Third's captain. He looks like he should barely be out of the academy, and hardly leading a division of his own. But you knock on his door nonetheless. And, with his hair standing on end and ruffled more than usual, like you roused him from his sleep, he answers the door, his face panicked and worried. He knows something has happened, probably from the dried streaks of blood from your nose and lip.

With his usual tone of voice he adopts when commanding drills in the Division training yard, he demands that you sit on his sofa as he fixes you a cup of tea and brings you a wet washcloth. He allows you a few moments of silence, for which you're grateful. You turn the washcloth over in your hands, never touching it to your face. It gives you time to decide what you'll say to him. How you'll explain that Gin hit you again, how you can explain that you certainly deserved it, because you always deserve it. You were hitting on Shunsui tonight you'll tell him, although it's a complete lie.

And he'll know it. So you decide that maybe you can just tell him you don't want to discuss it. Often he'll give you the courtesy of dropping the subject. But the glance you steal to look in his eyes tells you that he's having none of that, either.

Breaking your nervous silence, he demands, "He hit you, didn't he?" And before you realize what's happening, you're bawling, the tears mixing with the residual blood and staining his clean floor. You miss the look that crosses his face, the one that says that if he didn't have to be strong to keep you from simply collapsing in his floor, he'd cry right along with you.

He heals your hand as you cry. Because you're crying, you still almost miss the whisper that almost never crosses his lips. "What do I have to do? Why am I too young? What do you see in him, anyway?"

Even though you did hear, you won't let yourself believe it. You don't have an answer, anyway. What would you tell him? The fancy of this pubescent boy is bound to be no different than any other boy his age. That's assuming it's even you he means. There's always the chance that he'll realize that his childhood friend loves him, even if her vision is so warped and fucked up by those bastards.

And suddenly, you're fighting another emotion on top of everything else. Jealousy. And you can do nothing else but laugh. And he looks at you, fear striking his features, as though he's scared you've just gone and completely lost your mind.

Maybe you have.

But if it's you he wants, it's you he can have. Or so you think. But he has to wait, probably a long time. Suddenly your laughter dies. His concern obviously does not.

What will Gin say tomorrow? You know he'll say something, because you love him, you really do, and you know you'll go back to him. You don't know why yourself. You want out so bad you can taste it, but you keep going back.

You sleep on your captain's sofa that night. He covers you with a blanket and places a soft kiss, as nervous as he is, on your head after you drift off into a fitful, dreaming sleep. You don't get to see him close his eyes in frustration, and speak with a soft, but powerful voice, "I'll kill him if he so much as looks at you the wrong way again."

The next morning, you go home and clean yourself up, dabbing some concealer on your eyes and nose, to hide the marks. You feel Gin's reiatsu approaching your home. You feel scared, excited, thrilled, and exhausted. You're afraid he'll hurt you again, but you want what you had once upon a time. When you were both young, and he was far less manipulative than now. Back when the only thing he was coming up with crafty ideas for was to get into your panties.

When the game was fun, and ended in a night of curious exploration of one another.

So, you let him in, and he kisses you hard. He needs you, and he tries to pour that into you. And you don't know why you love him, because you hate him just as much.

He pulls away and speaks. "I'm sorry, Ran-chan. I promise I won' never drink again. I swear."

You forgive him, all the while wondering if your last physical was accurate. You feel certain that Unohana missed something. She missed the fact that you are apparently no longer capable of taking care of yourself. That you're the victim of repeated abuse. For an instant you're angry that she never said anything. And then you remember the begging and the precautions you took to ensure that she didn't have reason to say anything.

You begged Gin for a week not to even come around. You swore you wouldn't leave your room except to go to work, and you didn't for the whole two weeks before your physical. And if Unohana suspected anything, she didn't have anything to base that suspicion on. So you were free for another year, and Gin was still out of trouble.

And that's what mattered.

Because you've suddenly changed direction and allowed Gin to come back to you, to take you back, you're laughing happily when you walk into your office and he kisses you behind your ears, teasing the tender flesh. You miss the sudden disappearance of your little captain, and the subsequent retching in the toilet.

If only you knew how broken his heart could be, you might have decided to just sit and wait, after all.