Disclaimer – I don't own Bleach. This is the second fic for YamiHigushi's prompt list. This one is for the Would You Rather prompt list, this one being "the power to see when you'll die, or how?" While this is AU to the 1000 Year War arc it does use chapter 551 for reference.
A soft rain pelted on the apartment window while the tea kettle sat on the stove heating up. A man sat on the couch watching as the lightning flashed outside of the window, catching his silver hair in the flash of light. The muscles on his arms were revealed as were his bony shoulder blades due to wearing a tank. His legs were crossed in front of him, waiting for the tea to be ready.
The whistle blew and he stood up. Off came the kettle and soon a cup was steaming with hot tea. Setting the kettle on the counter he grabbed the cup of tea and sat back down, sipping at it until his body relaxed. He then leaned back, pinching the bridge of his nose trying not to think of what was going on. Taking a deep breath he tried not to think about anything in particular.
Eventually he dozed off and began dreaming. His body twitched as the nightmare came to greet him, then his body twitched again before he snapped awake, his breath coming in a ragged manner. A boney hand reached up to touch his face, hiding one pale teal eye while his straight, silver hair dropped over the other eye as he leaned forward. His teeth gritted together. "Shiro-chan."
"You know that the kid and Rangiku are fine. You left so that you wouldn't cause them anymore pain."
"Yes... but I have to wonder if that was the right thing to do. I can't help but think that he may move faster then I expected. I mean... things didn't go down with Aizen like I expected them too."
"Don't get involved until you need too."
Gin closed his eyes and covered it with one bony arm. He couldn't shake the image of a certain child lying on the ground, the boy's chin covered in his own blood that he coughed up. "No... I can't do nothing."
Sitting up his boney fingers tapped at the edge of the couch, his lips pushing together in frustration. His knee jerked in an uncontrolled manner before he reached for a small box that sat on the coffee table. "You really shouldn't... those things are bad for you."
"How else am I supposed to calm my nerves? If I don't I'll go rushing off to try and..."
"You know very well that they are both safe."
The silver haired man picked up an even smaller box as his fingers fumbled with the other box, popping a cigarette out. He took the other device and flipped open the top and with a few clicks the cigarette was lit. He then took a deep breath of the nicotine before breathing it out of his nose. For a small period of time his mind relaxed. Now though he couldn't sleep.
The man got up then and headed into one of the three doors, coming back with a sketchpad and pencils. He sat down on the couch and began to sketch away, his strokes quick and sure. He finished the sketch, his mouth moving he cigarette in his mouth up. He then removed the cigarette from his mouth and jammed it into the ash tray. "Shit."
His finger reached up to touch the picture. His zampaktuo laughed in his head. "You can't get that out of your head, can you?"
The man tossed the drawing pad across the room. He got up then, grabbing the pack of cigarette's and the lighter. He lit up another cigarette and picked up his phone, dialing a number. The phone rang a bit. "Who is this? It is late at night?"
"I need time off from work starting tomorrow."
"Ichimaru? What the... are you crazy? You're the worst employee! You know that I can't just..."
"The other day you were complaining because I didn't take any vacation time. Plus, you complained about how diligent I was to the job. Or should I just quit? Should I remind you that I'm not doing the job because I need the money. I have enough money to last me two, three years at least if not more. Plus there's the pay check I was saving as well."
"You're smoking while you speak to me on the phone aren't you?"
"So? That's really none of your business. At least unlike your other employees I don't have to go and take cigarette breaks."
"Doesn't change the fact you're addicted to those things."
"As I said, it is none of your business. Honestly, I wish you would just but out."
"I can't just give you time off. You're supposed to file for time off long before you can get it."
"Look... it's a family emergency. There are some things I need to take care of, things that are honestly none of your business."
His zampaktuo piped up in the back of his head. "Well... that it's family business is far from being a lie. What with your relationship with the kid as well as them."
The person on the other side of the phone let out a deep sigh. "Fine, but you owe me an explanation once you get back."
"No I don't."
"My personal life is none of your business. I honestly don't understand why you keep prying into it in the first place."
"Because I'm your boss."
"Yeah... I don't think so. I've always been up front with you on the things that you need to know. This honestly isn't one of them. Now why don't you go off and have some fun time with your boyfriend. I honestly think you know what I mean by that."
"What has gotten into you? You've never been nasty like this. Fine. Take the time off. I still expect an explanation when you get back. And for your information I don't have a boyfriend and this time of night is bad for dates."
"You..." The phone however hung up on him.