#gin drabble

[devileyeswriting]

Aizen, Gin and Tosen play five nights at Freddy’s

I’ve never played FNAF because I’m a scardey cat but I will write a silly lil Drabble for this tonight xoxoxoox

I will write for Tōsen just this once ☝️

update: finished!!! had to watch a markiplier video for research!

[silver-tongued-promises]

Disposal

"One chance, 's all ya get t' walk away."

Gin's tone was bereft of its usual teasing manner, and his eyes had already parted for his hapless opponent to view a glimmer of deadly blue. There were things still present in this world that Gin had no humour for. The most notable of these things was exactly what this impetuous shinigami saw fit to threaten: his continued existence with Rangiku Matsumoto. He did not care that the youth was blinded by justified revenge, nor did he care about the sort of life that he was going to rob from his opponent.

He threatened his happiness, and his love, so his opponent had to die. His one warning had gone unheeded by the other male, as he yelled something about restoring the honour of the third division. To that, Gin said nothing, and simply readied his blade. Restoring the honour of a division could be earned without blood. It was almost a shame that the other would not live long enough to learn that.

Almost. His own blade thirsted for blood, after being deprived of it for so long. The blood-curling wail indicating it to be as such rang off his ears, and sharpened his senses. His zanpakuto was quite the greedy sort of person, but that was fine by the ex-shinigami. So was he. The dark haired opponent charged forward, mistaking bravado for skill.

Gin was all too happy to educate the youth on his mistake, in the manner that he knew would cut to the core of things: By bifurcating the man with one swift motion of his shikai. The man blinked once, and then twice, before realizing that he had been split in two. A predatory grin appeared upon the silver haired male's face, as he crouched down at the defeated male.

"Looks like yer all out of sorts. Since we're isolated, guess ya can keep a secret, right? 's m bankai~" 

A simple incantation brought about the change in his zanpakuto. And with a look of delight, he simply scratched the youth on the cheek. His opponent would probably wonder what he was doing, if he wasn't on the way of dissolving into nothing. A pained scream cut itself off into a gurgle  as skin gave way to muscle, and then bone. Within seconds, it was if this hadn't happened at all.

A satisfied sigh fell from his lips, as he coldly observed the nothing that once constituted a person. With the entertainment long since passed from such a thing, he trod on back to where he belonged, and back into the arms of Rangiku Matsumoto.

Izuru had to stop being so gloomy. If he could just put a smile on that face, then the members of the third division just might smile as well. And then Gin Ichimaru could stop trying to create said smiles by splitting a body in two.