Life of Simplicity (Bleach Fanfic)

Simply Instinct *Gin*

Other people were roaming the halls of the fourth division. One such person came to a certain room, only to find the occupant, a busty strawberry blond, bustling about, trying to make her room more comfortable. However, there was a very big limit, on what she could do, to actually achieve this. His pale teal eyes took in her curving figure, then shook his head, knowing this wouldn't be easy. "Hello, Rangiku."

This caused her head to suddenly shoot up, her mind caught off guard from hearing his voice. Her pale blue eyes turned from soft to a hard menacing look. "What are you doing here, Ichimaru?"

"We need to talk," came his reply, without commenting that she had used his last name, as if she was trying to make it so that he was something that she formally didn't know personally. The typical look was plastered to his face, yet he never had learned to drop it, except through the act of unintentional.

"No, we don't," the woman stated, going to pull at the bed sheets. "I think they shouldn't have been as lenient on you as they have been. I wish they'd locked you away, for good. I don't want some half assed explanation as to why you always ran away, or why you sided with that monster."

At first, he simply looked at her, then walked through the doorway, and sat down in one of the chairs and placed his hands in his lap, as if he were a good little kid. "No, we need to talk."

This caused Matsumoto to turned and face him, her hands on her hips. "Ichimaru Gin, I am going to ask you to leave."

The silver haired man opened his mouth to say something, only to have the leader of the viazards stick his head into the room, then approach Matsumoto. "Ahh, you… you are my first crush."

This caused Rangiku's glare to transfer. "I've heard that line before, particularly from you. I don't need that right now."

"When did I say that? Oh well…" the man suddenly turned towards Ichimaru, avoiding the confusing topic. There was a cocky smile on his face. "The person I've been seeking is you."

"Hello taicho," Gin felt his shoulders tense and his aura bristle, as this was one of the last people he currently wished to speak with. After all, he had cut down someone the man had cared about. He also had a rough relationship with Shinji ever since he had become the third seat of the fifth division.

"Do you really have the right to call me that," Shinji suddenly snapped. "You were always helping him. It's always been, what was the best interest of Ichimaru Gin."

The younger of the two felt his characteristic smile falter, "so says the taicho who never was able to look out for his subordinates."

"Why would I ever look out for a brat, who killed to obtain his seat in my division," the Vizard stated, brining up sore memories.

This caused Gin to suddenly slide down in his seat, not wishing to think about that night. "You have no clue what happened, that night. I don't like killing."

Matsumoto, who had had moved onto recognizing the flowers in a vase, suddenly turned back towards the two. "I don't like this conversation. I also don't believe the last thing you said, Ichimaru. Please, would you both leave. Take this conversation elsewhere."

"Well, I don't believe in the idea that the former third seat that sits in front of me, hates killing. Look at what you did to Hiyori, just to get to me. Revenge, hatred, spite… it's all there," Shinji nearly spat.

"No. That's not why," Gin shook his head at the man.

"Yes. If you were to kill anyone, it would be the person you looked up to while you were in the academy, even though he never knew it…"