I read the latest Bleach chapter and I was suddenly infatuated with Gin. 3

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. But I do own Gin...


I'm sorry...

I should have known it was useless. I had lost already; I could feel his reiatsu soar behind me: indignant and bloodthirsty.

This guy…

His blade barely makes a sound as he unsheathes it maliciously.

This guy's the boss.

I clench my fist around the hole that damn bastard had made in my hand. Regardless of the futility, I must somehow end all this now. My body tenses as I whirl around.

He's the one I have to-…

He comes at me so fast that I barely have a chance to react. A burning, searing pain rips through my chest as a shower of blood speckles the clear blue sky like confetti and splatters heavily across the torn-up concrete. I feel every severed muscle, every ripped vein cry out in anguish and torment as his piercing eyes watch, almost gleefully.

He is floating, skimming the ground by mere centimeters as my blood stains his pristine, white haori. He is a vision of glorious terror with his magnificent, blinding wings and blood-glazed blade in hand. His face wears a mask of apathy that is betrayed only by the glint of rage in his cold eyes.

"Before Urahara Kisuke, I arrived at the conclusion known as the 'Hougyoku'," he says with an eerily quiet voice. I can do nothing but hatefully glare as he looks down at me. His eyes narrow, intensifying his glower.

"However, it ended in failure," he informs me with an underlying tone of disgust beneath his calm voice. However, he continues his explanation serenely, "But according to the experimental data, Urahara Kisuke's Hougyoku was also incomplete."

I feel my knees giving in and my vision begins to tilt. I see the Hougyoku nestled in his open chest and a feeling of great desperation, exasperation suddenly grips me. I reach for it and my fingertips graze the hot, smooth surface. I'm so close… just so close…

Suddenly, he grips my outstretched hand by my wrist and clenches it with overpowering strength. I feel my bones cracking in protest against the brute force. He lifts his blade and it whistles as it slashes downward through the air. And before I can even scream, I can't feel my arm anymore… Instead, the same searing pain I feel across my chest ignites where my shoulder used to be as I watch him discard my arm with a stoic expression on his face. His blade thrusts forward and this time, the burning agony impales my heart

"—Fear is necessary for evolution: the fear that one could be annihilated at any moment." My heart struggles to beat. It clenches at the cold steel in desperate, erratic spasms. The ground slips away from under my feet. I know I'm falling, yet I am motionless, suspended in the air by the torment and my own humiliation.

"Thank you," he says with a voice void of any hint of gratitude. With a quiet thud my body hits the ground.

"Gin…" his voice a quiet tone of coldness as frigid as an Arctic gale that mocks me, jeers at my last effort to defeat him. "Thanks to your efforts, I have finally risen to an existence that surpasses both Shinigami and Hollow."

Thank you, Gin…

Thank me? Yes…

I've decided. I'm going to become a Shinigami. Become a Shinigami and change things so that they will end without Rangiku having to cry….

My promise… my promise to protect her… to redeem her dignity… to exact revenge upon the monsters that tarnished her… I…I couldn't keep that promise…

Thank you, Gin… Gin…Gin….

"GIN!"


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