Life of Simplicity (Bleach Fanfic)

Simply Thinking *Shinji*

The fact that his efforts had accomplished very little in the Winter War was frustrating. He had not in truth, been able to rectify, or more of, get revenge upon Aizen for the atrocities against the vizard. This in truth stressed the former gotei taicho. Not to mention there was the fact that most of the vizard crew, needed to rest up from the ordeal. Particularly Hiyori, who had been cut in half by the person named Ichimaru Gin.

Shinji's mind was focused greatly on giving his former third seat a tongue-lashing. Truth be told, he might not be allowed to give the man a taste of his own physical medicine, but the man looked forward to lavishing out some good old verbal abuse. Asking around, he was able to find where Ichimaru Gin had gone off too. This was the same as when he was young, always disappearing on everyone, including Aizen. When he popped into the room, the first person he saw though was a busty female.

And as to his nature, he did the usual flirtatious hit on her, much to the annoyance of Ichimaru Gin, who Shinji could see sitting in the corner. A very miffed person, the female, took aim and responded that she had heard that line from him before, even though Shinji didn't remember ever meeting her.

"Hello Taicho," the look that Gin didn't give him, as the silver haired man maintained his smile and closed eyes, was instead interpreted easily by the influx of negativity in his spiritual pressure. Gin, obviously, was not at all happy to see the blond man.

Shinji though, didn't like the young upstart, using his title. It was, in truth, insulting to him, due to his disconnection, particularly with anything dealing with Aizen. "Do you really have the right to call me that? You were always helping him. It's always been what was the best interest of Ichimaru Gin. And no one else, I might add."

Not hearing the unsaid thoughts, what was blurted out, was enough to cause the smile to slip from Gin's face. Shinji knew then, he had started to make the younger man angry. The response was quick and sharp. "So says the taicho who never was able to look out for his subordinate.

The accusation that Ichimar put forth stung, and Shinji felt himself taking a deep breath, as it was supposed to be him causing the grief for once. He knew that his former third seat was leaning on the idea for some reason, possibly to try to make him feel guilty, for abandoning the silver haired man as a child, though Shinji really felt that he hadn't. He couldn't help but remember the day the third seat prior to a certain child genius suddenly disappeared.

"Why, would I ever look out for a brat, who killed to obtain his seat in my division," the vizards tongue shot out, knowing this wasn't the likely way to get the truth from the other male, but then, truth wasn't what he was seeking.

He watched as Gin slunk down, like a child caught in the cookie jar. His tone also reflected this. "You have no clue what happened that night. I don't like killing."

The female gave a rebuttal, along the lines of disbelief in the comment, something that Shinji couldn't blame her for. The man could feel his muscles tightening at what had been said. He was shocked that he had said this, and his words leaned towards Hiyori suddenly. His former thirds seat simply shook his head, giving an answer he hadn't expected. "No. That's not why."

This caused the blond haired man's voice to strain with anger, but then, he should have expected such an answer from this person. "That isn't why? What other reason would you need?"

"Nah, I respect you still too much taicho. She simply was annoying." This of course, quickly upset the other in the room, not to mention, served to set Shinji off.

"Simply… annoying? You aren't someone who has respect for anyone, except your own freakin precious Aizen! My Ass! Hiyori is always annoying everyone. To cut her down simply because she said something about that monster!"