I am your follower i wanna drable. u know my sign, right (im a fucking libra) and i want ginkira or kawoshin. but maybe ginkira cause i miss the bastards. pls. i have to write an essay i deserv e it right? pleseeeee
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Libra: stellato (n) : one who dances among the stars
It’s always been stunning to Izuru, to see his vice-captain fight.
Gin - as is true to his name - moves around like quicksilver; fluid and smooth, a shadow of a man, the wakizashi in his hand deadly as an assassin’s dagger. He quicksteps around the giant hollows as if he were flying, leaving only a glint of steel in his wake as the monsters disappear one by one, pierced by merciless strikes of Shinsou. It’s different from captain Kuchiki’s flamboyant cherry blossoms or from Eleventh’s Yumichika and his peacock sword, but to Izuru, it’s absolutely breathtaking.
Yes: vice-captain Ichimaru is admirable, and Izuru is so proud to make part of the Fifth, to be able to witness that deadly beauty on missions over and over again. His hand tightens on the hilt of his own sword - a mere training one, still - and he wishes that one day, he would be able to possess at least a fraction of that beauty, of that grace.
It’s the stuff of poetry, Izuru thinks; were he able to capture it in one of his verses, but nothing, nobody could rend it so perfectly as it really is.
The last hollow thuds on the wet grass, and vice-captain Ichimaru lands quietly next to it, cleaning the blade on his sleeve in a careless manner.
“What'cha looking at, Izuru?” Ichimaru drawls, the edge of his sleeve brushing against Kira’s bare wrist, and Kira shivers.
“It’s nothing,” he responds softly, eyes averted from his superior. “Were those the last ones, sir?” comes a quiet question a moment later - will he be able to watch Ichimaru fight more, or is it the end for now?
Gin just shrugs and smiles his wide, mocking smile.
“Eager for a show, Izuru?” he taunts, a long, pale finger running along Kira’s jaw. “Not this time. Go home.”
He disappears just like he fought: his flash-step a whirl of silver between the stars, and Kira only then realizes he has been holding his breath the entire time.
so i did a fic aaaaaa still stressed about posting stuff on here urk
Title: Trust
Fandoms: Bleach
Rating: ...G?
Relationships: Gin/Kira, mentions of Aizen/Gin
Trust is a fickle thing.
It's like a double-edged sword; when you trust, you want to be trusted in return. Sometimes you don't trust until someone trusts you first; sometimes, you don't trust a person at all.
Captain Ichimaru demanded complete trust from his subordinates from the first day onwards, yet nobody even thought to ask for it from him. It was so natural for them, to believe that their leader wanted the division's well-being; they fulfilled the orders in a clockwork manner, guided by the watchful eye of lieutenant Kira.
The thing is, Ichimaru didn't trust even Kira.
At first, Kira didn't mind it; he was, after all, a tool shaped to the will of his captain, a tool that followed orders without complaint. With time, the orders became more specific, more... focused on tasks that were not exactly clear and definitely not a part of lieutenant's duties: spying, forging signatures, forging entire reports and papers, lying, lying, lying.
Even then, he heard the orders, but never the reasons.
Loving the captain was one thing; gaining his trust was another, and sometimes, in the dark depths of the night, Kira almost thought it was time for Gin to start trusting him. There were stories told, thoughts shared; seemingly unimportant, but he treasured each one of them as if they meant more than they did in reality, as if the captain cared about him enough to tell him the important things amongst the fleeting thoughts.
What caught his attention was that there was one person never, ever mentioned in those stories.
Izuru knew of the relationship his captain shared with his former superior and the respect Gin had for him; he knew how good, how perfect captain Aizen was, so he could not understand why Aizen was almost deliberately left out of every talk Ichimaru decided to bestow upon him. Had it happened that a funny thing occured in a captain's meeting; Ichimaru told no names, and then - by accident - he heard the same story from Hinamori, telling him how captain Aizen accidentally stepped on his glasses during the last meeting and how she had to fetch the spare ones; it seemed so weird, as if in Ichimaru's world, Aizen didn't exist.
There were nights when he disappeared, too; curiously, those were always before a morning where a distraught Momo worried around the main court, looking for captain Aizen (he didn't come home; she had reports to give him in the evening over dinner, but he didn't show up, do you know where he is, Kira) and with time, he learnt to ignore the feeling of sickness building up in him every time that happened.
And then, one day the captain stopped telling him things at all.
A month later, Ichimaru was no more; Izuru, battered and bruised - forced to fight his friend, and most importantly Gin's friend - looked up into the sky to see three pillars of light that disappeared after a while, taking Ichimaru with them.
That's how Kira remembered that the trust he shared - he thought he shared - with Ichimaru was absolutely, utterly, one-sided. That was, he realized with a bitter laugh, why there was no Aizen in any of the captain's stories.
Ichimaru didn't trust him - it almost made him laugh, that out of all the people, the captain specifically didn't trust the person who was the most loyal to him. Kira was perceptive, yes; he could notice too much, pay attention to the weirdest details - after all, it's how he was trained, and it seemd that Ichimaru did not want his most precious weapon turned against him.
He cries sometimes, his face buried into Rangiku's soft shoulder after they had too much, way too much to drink; why didn't he tell me, he sobs, wrapping his arms around his middle, huddling closer to her and so, so empty and cold.
Because it wouldn't change a thing, Matsumoto says; he's not sure if it's supposed to make him feel better or not.
