White knuckles
And sweaty palms from
Hangin' on too tight
Clenched shut jaw
I've got another
Headache again tonight

Eyes on fire, eyes on fire
And they burn from all the tears
I've been cryin', I've been cryin'
I've been dyin' over you

Tie a knot in the rope
Tryin' to hold, tryin' to hold
But there's nothing to grab
So I let go

I think I've finally had enough
I think I maybe think too much
I think this might be it for us
Blow me one last kiss

You think I'm just too serious
I think you're full of shit
My head is spinning so
Blow me one last kiss

Just when it can't get worse
I've had a shit day (yeah!)
You had a shit day (yeah!)
We've had a shit day (yeah!)

I think that life's too short for this
I want back my ignorance and bliss
I think I've had enough of this
Blow me one last kiss

I won't miss
All of the fighting
That we always did
Take it in
I mean what I say
When I say there is nothing left

No more sick whiskey dick
No more battles for me
You'll be callin' a trick
'Cause you'll no longer sleep

I'll dress nice, I'll look good
I'll go dancing alone
I will laugh, I'll get drunk
I'll take somebody home

I think I've finally had enough
I think I maybe think too much
I think this might be it for us
Blow me one last kiss

You think I'm just too serious
I think you're full of shit
My head is spinning so
Blow me one last kiss

Just when it can't get worse
I've had a shit day (yeah!)
You had a shit day (yeah!)
We've had a shit day (yeah!)

I will do what I please
Anything that I want
I will breathe, I won't breathe
I won't worry at all

You will pay for your sins
You'll be sorry my dear
All the lies, all the why's
Will all be crystal clear

I think I've finally had enough
I think I maybe think too much
I think this might be it for us
Blow me one last kiss

You think I'm just too serious
I think you're full of shit
My head is spinning so
Blow me one last kiss

Just when it can't get worse
I've had a shit day (yeah!)
Have you had a shit day? (yeah!)
We've had a shit day (yeah!)

I think that life's too short for this
I want back my ignorance and bliss
I think I've had enough of this
Blow me one last kiss

Lyrics from "Blow Me (One Last Kiss)" by Pink

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A/N: It took so long to update because I had to wait for the song to be written. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Even if it isn't true at all. :) Okay, it's not entirely not-true. I really have been looking for the perfect song. I really enjoyed writing this chapter, trying to express Rangiku's liberation. I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it.

Thank you all for sticking with me!
-Rachel Noelle

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It's been a few months since things ended with Gin. But one day you wake up early.

And, suddenly, it all makes sense. You realize what's been happening to you. Why you've felt the way you do. The way you did. You finally let yourself see how he felt. And you realize all the time you've wasted with him is not for naught, but you certainly think that if you could go back and tell your younger self to stay away from him, you would.

You've learned a lot about yourself. Your taicho gave you the space you both knew you needed. And you spent time just being Rangiku. You see that you are, indeed, perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. You threw away all the negative feelings. You even convinced Nanao to go out with you. The two of you put on your best dresses and strappy heels, then made way for the fanciest restaurant in town. You indulged on sweets and drinks and pricey food. Then, much to your surprise, Nanao decided to go to the nearest lounge, where you partied and danced like you were eighteen.

You both flirted to your hearts' content and enjoyed yourselves beyond measure. You gave your number to several men, even though your promises for dates and answered phone calls were empty. You stayed out most of the night, and slept off your hangover in your home.

And for once, when you showed up late for work Monday morning, happiness radiating from you, your little taicho wasn't upset. Rather, he looked nearly as happy as you.

The office phone rings and you answer. As soon as the voice on the other end of the line says hello you hang up the phone. Your taicho glowers at you for a moment. The look in your eyes must give away your displeasure at the voice on the other end of the line, for he just gives you a firm nod and returns to his work.

Just a few days ago you thought you'd had enough of Gin's bullshit. Now, you know you have. And the sense of freedom is almost overwhelming. Before you leave work for the evening, your taicho stops you. He wants to know if you're alright. Really alright.

And for once in your years together you tell him you are. And you mean it.

Hell, you're better than alright. You're freaking amazing.

Just don't overdo it. Right. That's important, too.

Gin will pay for his sins. You don't know when, or how, you just know you want to be the one to make him pay. Your resolve is set.

And then the next Friday, you get a call at the office. It's from one of the men you gave your number to. One who was either dumb or brave enough to call you at work. You try to politely decline, and he says he understands, but you feel things taking a turn for the worse. The mood is set for the rest of your day, maybe even the rest of your weekend.

It turns out to be a generally bad day. Renji had some random errand (that didn't really require him stopping by your office) and managed to tell you that he and Shuuhei were going out that evening, and he'd really like you to come along. You accepted, hoping the day wouldn't suck worse, but it does. You spill hot tea all down your front, you break two brushes, you stub your little toe on the coffee table, and you even got yelled at by Kuchiki taicho for keeping Renji busy. (Your taicho defends you on the last account, but the damage is still done.)

When you meet up with Shuuhei outside the bar Renji told you to meet at, you realize Renji isn't there. Wanting to cry but smiling no less, you bear through a night of Shuuhei fawning over you and you politely declining. Instead of hitting the fool and telling him to leave you be. You bow out early in the evening, claiming you have a migraine and the noisy bar isn't helping. You swear vengeance on Renji.

Screw Renji. Screw Shuuhei. Screw Gin most of all. You're tired of them all.

Things return to not-terrible for the next few days. You regain your resolve and repeat your girls night out with Nanao the next week. This time you invite Isane and Rukia. You try to get Rukia drunk as a small vengeance on Byakuya. You'll feel guilty about it later, but at the moment you're enjoying watching her sing karaoke and dance with the rest of you. And who was that cutie that just scored her number? You laugh happily when she, only just beyond tipsy, tells you she has a date the next day with him.

Take that, Renji. Set me up with Shuuhei again.

You return to your home that night, late again, happily sloshed, only to open the door and see your cute little taicho sitting on your sofa. He apologizes when you let out a small scream of surprise. He just wants to check on you, make sure you're okay. He compliments you on how beautiful you look in your outfit. Sexy even, he says with a deep blush on his cheeks.

I'll dress nice, I'll look good…I'll go dancing alone…I will laugh, I'll get drunk…I'll take somebody home.

Or he'll just show up at my house. That works, too.

You remind yourself that now is not exactly the appropriate time for such thoughts. For the first time, you look at him and see him. You see his body, lithe and muscular under his off-duty kimono. And those eyes. Such a beautiful shade of green. And that hair.

Your libido rages as you fight back a desire to see if the hair is naturally white. You try not to rush too much, but you desperately need him to leave before you do something you might both regret, like kiss him. He must have seen the hunger in your eyes, because you notice it flaring up in his. He begins to make his way to the door, but you cave in and stop him, grabbing his wrist.

Your grasp is light and he could easily shake you off, but he doesn't. Instead, he turns back to look at you. His usually bright eyes dark with desire. And in a moment, you don't know who moved first, but you find your lips crashing against his, the need and desire burning your skin. You don't know how he learned to kiss, as far as you knew he'd never had the pleasure of doing so before, but you quickly squash the train of thought. Your hands are everywhere. It's like the first time you kissed Gin. You smile into the kiss.

The sudden change in atmosphere breaks you apart from him. Your taicho looks worried, scared even. You know he's afraid he's overstepped his bounds, given in to something he shouldn't have. You assure him that he did nothing you didn't want him to do. Your libido has calmed down, and it's easier to breathe. He says good night, still with the worry in his eyes. You return the words and add a much softer, less desperate kiss. He seems reassured and smiles back at you before he leaves.

Screw you, Gin.

Blow me one last kiss.