[25] [Bleach] Betrayal

[grassangel]

Title: Betrayal

Theme: 25, 'what defeats people is a double confession'
Series: Bleach
Characters/Pairing: Gin/Rangiku
Rating: PG-13

Notes: Um... Yes, there is character death only... I'm not saying whose. There is a sequelly thing, which is actually done to a later theme. ^__^ Well, more of a prequel... Anyway! Onwards!

He had slidden in behind her again, like so many times he had before while she was training, still in the Academy. Her blood had frozen, iced over like prey in the stare of a snake, as his voice had slipped around and coiled itself into her mind.

"Been waitin' so long f'r you."

Dread flushed through her system, anticipating that cold sting of metal pushing through her and letting her life leak from the wound left.

"Really missed ya."

His hand once again wrapped around her wrist, guiding it back into an attack posture before whipping it back and out behind her, those lips ghosting over them. The other arm whipped in front of her and she expected the metallic warmth of Shinsou slicing across her neck before vision faded and she was lost from memory.
However, the warmth of an arm was what brushed across her neck, swinging her around to a sincerely smiling facade, it's expression going further than skin deep.

"An' I'm so sorry."

Memories of her training days came flooding through again as a hand smoothed through her hair and a voice soothed,
"So, so, so sorry."

Her face was pressed close to his chest and she could hear the beating of his heart, smell the dry dusty tang that had hung around him since Rukongai and taste the sweat coming off his skin as he held her close, their attacks forgotten.

"Sorry tha' I betray'd ya. Sorry tha' I lost ya love fer me."

Back muscles were soothed as he ran his hand around in circles, softly apologising for all he had done, his scent comforting as he uttered his apologies, one after the other, endless.

"Sorry, bu' this was the 'nly way."

Feathery lips kissed her hair and she raised her eyes to meet his closed ones, before stuttering and falling faint in his arms.

"This was the 'nly way, the 'nly way I coul' keep ya."

Gin departed that room, his love swept in his arms, leaving his treachery; the iron scented miasma behind.