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lying-prophet‌:

Kisuke watched as the corners of Gin’s mouth twitched, almost instinctively, before it fell into a rather familiar grimace. Once he has seen quite often in the people he ‘rescues’. It was a look that displayed the other’s inner conflict– the “Why am I here?” kind of conflict. The blonde sighed and dropped his cheery grin as well– it was not needed here. If he continued his own act it would make all of this seem hollow and fake. The snake was finally showing some sincerity so he should do the same.

“I can imagine so. Had I gotten back any later and I would have returned to a corpse on my steps. You are currently in my home,” the blonde sighed softly as he glanced around the room at all the machines, “Though I doubt it looks very welcoming. You have been here for about two weeks now. The healing process was slow, but you are in one whole piece now. Try not to move too much just yet.”

Kisuke stood and began to check Gin’s vitals while softly humming to himself out of habit. “What is the last thing you remember? Can you breathe properly? It doesn’t feel like swallowing water when you take a breath in?” The questions were all analytical– though Gin should be fine there is always the possibility to human error.

After ensuring the other was stable, Kisuke sat back down with another sigh. It seemed like he was doing that more and more as of late. “Once we get you more orientated with the world of the living we can discuss the next step of you rehabilitation. I feel I need to warn you though– you are considered an enemy of the Soul Society. They do have a bounty on you currently. So while you stay with me, I will ask that you try and keep a low profile.”

Silver hues leveled on the snake’s gaze. “I do not know how to help you past this. I think the rest of what you do will be up to you.”

     Gin looked around the room with as little head movement as possible. The various machines beeped and buzzed as they did their best, Gin assumed, to keep him alive. Some machines looked scarier than others and some screens looked a bit more concerning than others. Nothing was red or sounding an alarm so he assumed that was at least a good sign in of itself. His eyes trailed across the IV tubes that were connected to him. He briefly wondered what was being pumped into him.

     Suddenly there was prodding and questioning from his “doctor”. He did his best to respond accordingly, but his mind was hazy. He nodded a lot. Said a lot of “yes” or “no”. Made an effort to answer the best he could.

- - - ❝I remember...❞ He started, but paused abruptly. Everything that happened, everything that he had done was coming back to him.  ❝I remember crawlin’ my way to your shop. Then nothin’.❞ He left it at that. Too much. Too soon.

     Again, a lot of information and he was still catching up. A bounty? That’s interesting. For a moment Gin wondered how much he was worth. Back in Hueco Mundo he felt like a backstabber, a betrayer. Now, he felt like some sort of outlaw on the run. If he had the energy he would’ve laughed. Instead, Gin made his best effort to sit up a bit more. 

          That is, he tried to sit up.

     Up until now everything had felt numb and foggy. So as he tried to sit up by unconsciously shifting weight to his arms he fell back down. He flopped back down and the realization that there was no limb dawned on him. His right arm was missing right at the shoulder. The memory of Aizen tearing his arm off flooded his brain and the phantom pain of what was once there shook him to his core. His eyes widened in surprise but he lay motionless on the bed, no new sign of trying again. Gin grit his teeth before he spoke. 

- - - ❝I got nothin’ left.❞ He paused to take a heavy breath.  ❝I got nowhere ta go. Only reason I’m alive is cause of ya. My life is in yer hands now. I owe ya and I’d like ta pay my debt.❞

     Gin took another breath and turned his head towards Urahara, any sign of shock completely gone. He must have looked pitiful in this moment. Perhaps the shop owner would take pity on him and not turn him away.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝. [𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕖 & 𝔾𝕚𝕟]

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— So I’ve been watching a lot of Buzzfeed unsolved..

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(847): Apparently “Welcome to the Sin Cave” is not how I’m supposed to answer the door

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Tʜᴇ Hɪᴛᴄʜʜɪᴋᴇʀ's Gᴜɪᴅᴇ Tᴏ Rᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ [ᴀᴜ]

 @medicine-for-the-brain

 Gin Ichimaru didn’t often reflect on his actions. He couldn’t. It would distract him from his work too much. If he reflected, he might second guess himself and not follow through with a carefully laid out plan. More importantly, if he didn’t follow through with his carefully laid out plan it would lead to serious consequences.

 Because you see, Gin was a serial killer. Typically, this would be considered a very vile and evil thing, but he considered himself to be a higher grade than your average serial killer. 

 He was a vigilante.

 He was a killer’s killer you could say. Gin didn’t believe in the justice system; considered it to be too soft. It was a flawed, corrupt, misguided process and Gin considered himself above it. Criminals deserve to be punished accordingly. Now keep in mind this Killer’s Killer does not target any criminal, only the worst of the worst. Does a man who tortured and killed countless women deserve only jail? Or a swift and painless death penalty? Surely not. Gin would find them before the police... and give them a just punishment.

      ❝ Vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold.❞

 Perhaps that is why he found it so ironic when the favor was returned in kind. 

 There was one person he trusted with the knowledge of his occupation. Only one. His childhood friend: Rangiku Matsumoto. She warned him, of course, told him to stop (who wouldn’t?) but never did she threaten to tell authorities. She stood by his side and didn’t tell a soul. Whatever choices in life he made they were his to make.

 So that’s why when Gin received the call he didn’t cry. When he saw her incomplete, dissected corpse he didn’t cry. What right did he have of all people to cry? He didn’t cry. He made a choice.  Now this is where the story begins. Where Gin Ichimaru, the killer’s killer, has finished days worth of research. A weeks worth of hunting to find his most important job yet. The Nagasaki Dissector. His next target. Rangiku’s murderer. 

 He finds himself now dressed in shabby clothing with a backpack firmly strapped on his back. The sun is just setting and night creeps closer but he keeps his thumb out and waits for a driver. He waits for his driver. 

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Kitsune ✨

Today I decided paint my own theme, not official one^^ Like japanese mythology, it is so special 💛

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medicine-for-the-brain‌:

Mayuri stomped his foot, his face growing hot with anger. “I don’t care if you skewer it like yakitori. I just want it alive–.” A beep sounded from somewhere within his clothing. 

Mayuri stopped himself just short of yelling and put a finger to his ear cone. His eyes roved around as he listened to the other end, ignoring his guest’s presence completely. After a moment he straightened and leveled an unamused glare at Gin. 

“Forget it, I’m needed elsewhere. If you promise to stay by my side and follow orders I’ll let you tag along,” He held up his pointer finger. “But I better not lose sight of you.”

 Gin instinctively raised in hands in defense and smiled wide as the other captain raised his voice. His arms only lowered as Mayuri, from what Gin could tell, took a call. He bent over and looked up at the man, invading his personal space, but found his presence completely ignored.  In a single moment Gin went from hunched over to straight up as a sharp glare was fixated on him. He was not expecting to be invited to, what Gin could only guess to be knowing the man, a mysterious expedition for information or samples. Quite frankly, Gin assumed Kurotsuchi, along with many other captains, didn’t care for his company. Not that he’d complain. Normally, he’d have to force himself onto others to be included. Being invited was much less work.  His smiled widened and he clapped his hands together. 

     ❝No need ta worry ‘bout me, Kurotsuchi-taichou! I’ll be right by yer side th’ whoooole time~❞ He stood by patiently as Mayuri prepped and gathered various things before their departure. ❝So where we headed? We got a super fun mission ta do?❞

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i-am-the-kenpachi‌:

“Che; ya skip out on work almost as much as Ikkaku, then,” Kenpachi muttered. He rolled his neck, trying again to get used to the stiffness.

It wasn’t working.

“I dunno… ain’t sure what half of this shit does. Somethin’ that’s gonna entertain her for a while, I guess.”

It was, he knew, a fruitless task, trying to distract his daughter for more than moments at a time. But nobody would say he didn’t try.

  Gin guided Kenpachi down the aisles and scanned the shelves for anything that jumped out at him. He navigated mostly through the boxed crafts and slowed down just slightly as they walked through an aisle that leaned on the toy side.

      ❝Hmm... Maybe we can get a few things then?❞ Gin paused in front of one particular shelf to grab a squishy ball and played with it in his hands.      ❝They got toys here too! I’m sure shes gotta like somethin’ from this aisle.❞  The aisle on the other side of them had rows of models and items that required building. Gin tilted his head to the side wondering if Yachiru had the attention span to actually build something, rather than just use it to make more of a mess.  

      ❝Would she be willing ta build somethin’? Not like a puzzle, but a toy or model ta build.❞ He set the squishy ball and down ran a finger down the various model boxes.  ❝They got cars, buildings, and other stuff too!❞

A Cʀᴀꜰᴛʏ Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ

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Wʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ I ꜰᴀʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ?

 Gin Ichimaru could be described as many things; mischievous, cunning, humorous, and perhaps even charming at times. He was not, however, known for being upfront or emotionally honest. So when the time came for him to make an important decision, he faltered. He faltered at the mere thought of coming clean and being honest.

 He faltered in the way that had him think on the issue for a grand total of five minutes before he pushed it away. He ignored it. He avoided it. He didn’t think about it at all. He went through the motions and went through the plan as though he was a robot. He smiled when he needed to smile. More importantly, he took the fall and took the blame.

     All part of his plan.  

 Gin thought about telling her. He thought about reminding her how much she meant to him. About everything he was about to do was for her. How much he lov- 

 No. He pushed the thought away. If he thought about it, then he would second guess himself. His resolve might falter and he couldn’t risk that. He continued the charade. Through the “murder” of Aizen, and through the suspicion thrown at him, and through the loyalty of his lieutenant. Through it all he didn’t falter.      And yet. 

 Yet when the time came he faltered. As she gripped his wrist so tightly and held that blade to his throat a million thoughts clouded his mind. He had enough time in the confusion, during Ichigo’s rampage, to say anything in the world to her. What if he told her? What if he reminded her how much she meant to him? Told her that everything he was about to do was for her? What if he told her how much he loved her?

 However, as the plan unfolded and the path to Hueco Mundo opened he said none of those things. So many words on the tip of his tongue, but he only said two.

    ❝ I’m sorry.❞ 

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OOC

Sorry to everyone I’ve been writing with but I haven’t forgotten this blog and I’m here!!

School beat me up this quarter but I’m ready to pick up my writing again. I’ll be posting a drabble, replies, and checking up on those who I’m writing with. 

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i-am-the-kenpachi‌:

“Che; ‘m fine with directions. It’s spiritual pressure I can’t sense,” Kenpachi muttered, a frown pulling at his lips as he looked around absently. The human world was stifling and thick, like walking through water. He wasn’t a big fan of it, but Yachiru always needed something new to focus on. Otherwise there’d be no rest in the division.

“How do you know ‘bout this place, anyways?”

 Gin chuckled at the other captain’s response. He suddenly found himself wondering if the other man could read a map and navigate his way around. They continued their walk onward as Gin was pulled from his daydreaming.

      ❝Good question!❞ Gin danced around the topic. ❝I mighta just found it on my own while hangin’ out in this world... Not that I’d ever ditch work ta come ta the human world, ‘course! ❞

 It was only a short few moments before the pair arrived at the designated craft store. It was a smaller shop and looked rather simplistic based on the outside appearance. It certainly wasn’t any fancy type of store with endless shelves of mass-produced products. Within it there were supplies for your average hobbies, crafts, and art projects. Paints, yarns, and wooden items decorated the shelves between the small aisles. It was quite amazing someone the size of Captain Zaraki could fit down the rows at all. 

 Gin clapped his hands together excitedly, turning around dramatically.  

      ❝So! Zaraki-taichou. Whatcha got in mind? What shall we get our overly-excitable lieutenant, hmmm? ❞

A Cʀᴀꜰᴛʏ Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ

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Happy Birthday Gin Ichimaru! | 9.10

”I’m glad… I apologized.” Still to this day I love my boy…

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Gin’s birthday !

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Happy birthday, Gin!

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iakes-on-amasakas‌:

His words packed the intended punch, Shinji was gratified to see. Maybe he was being a little harsh - but hadn’t Ichimaru been skads and skads harsher, back in the day? Shinji ground his back teeth together, as the image of Ichimaru, young and smiling like a fucking creep, flashed through his mind. He’d been a literal, actual kid, sure, but he’d been a prodigy. There was no way he’d misunderstood what was happening. And even if Shinji gave him the benefit of the doubt and assumed he’d been fuzzy on the specifics, he remembered all too well how the kid had just stood there, watching, as living, thinking, breathing Souls contorted in pain and lost their senses one by one. 

What kind of kid could fucking do that? 

And if that kid grew to be a man, how the hell was Shinji supposed to let him off easy and scot-free, no matter what his reasons had been? 

Shinji’s face was sour and still as Ichimaru made his reply. He knew Kisuke’s tendencies, yes. Obviously. He knew, too, that Kisuke was damn good at seeing both the dark and the light in people. Kisuke was supposed to be a genius, but Shinji had always found that part of him irritatingly naive. 

“No purpose, eh?” Shinji said, after a few seconds of careful thought. “Check yourself, Ichimaru. If Kisuke saved you, you got a purpose, mark my words. He just ain’t told ya what it is yet.”

He finished off by staring hard at Ichimaru, sizing him up as best he could. He was down an arm, which probably made doing his chores a rough going, but Shinji could hardly find sympathy for the guy. The obvious aside, he didn’t look good. Shinji couldn’t help but take some grim satisfaction in that. 

“Y’know what?” he said abruptly, placing his hands on his hips. “I got a question for ya. Are you even a little sorry? Do you regret a single fucking thing you did? I ain’t askin’ for an apology,” he continued, his words cold and hard like shards of splintering ice, “because I ain’t stupid enough to think I’ll get one. I just ain’t about to pretend I’m not a little bitter, given the circumstances, and I sure as hell would like ta know.”

 Gin noted the way Shinji’s face changed with each passing emotion. He wondered if he was just frustrating the captain further and further. An explosion of anger or perhaps a slam of the door were two possibilities Gin anticipated. 

 Gin knew. Of course he knew. While he always saw Kisuke Urahara as a man with a dutiful conscious he never pegged him as one to give handouts haphazardly. He was no charity man and expected those to always pay their way. Gin highly doubted stocking shelves would be the only thing in store for his future. He just gave a smirk and sigh. Perhaps Shinji was correct in that regard.

 The itching feeling that someone was watching him was a feeling Ichimaru had long become attached to. The looks of fear as cowardly scum whispered rumors behind his back, scathing remarks concerning his “creepy” face. The looks of hate and envy as a young boy surpassed shinigami of much greater age and experience. Most of all, the ever watchful eye of Sosuke Aizen who looked upon a boy far beneath him and yet willing to take him by his side. A boy in which he knew would one day be on the other end of his sword.

 He felt Shinji’s gaze scan him evenly. It took much effort to not shrink away as Shinji examined his missing limb. Words were on Shinji’s tongue and he waited for any possible comment that was to follow. His question, however, caught Gin by surprise. Perhaps it caught his off guard more than it should have. Obviously the other man would want to know. Obviously they all would want to know. Regret... was that a thing he felt? What right did he have to feel regret?

     ❝I gave my one apology, Shinji-kun, an’ I ain’t lookin’ for forgiveness.❞ He sighed. ❝Regret means I shouldn’t have done what I did. I made a choice. I chose a path ta follow. Sacrifices were made for a single chance.❞ Gin gave Shinji a serious look. No smile. No deceit. Again for the first time in a long time, he spoke with deadpan honesty. 

     ❝With or without me Aizen’s plan would have continued. An’ I did what I thought I had to. I lost, but I don’t regret givin’ it a shot.❞ He smiled again. ❝Ya have every right ta be bitter. I was prepared for that the day I stood by Aizen’s side.❞ He fought the urge to look away but he keep looking at Shinji. Firm and absolute.

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medicine-for-the-brain‌:

“If it’ll get you out of my hair then I suppose I have something,” Mayuri huffed. “There’s a hollow that’s been evading my men. It hops from the spirit world to the human world to Hueco Mundo with alarming frequency, but it’s been spotted in the Fugai district the most. I’m most interested in its DNA but I want the whole thing intact, alive.”

Mayuri swiveled around in his chair to face his computer. He typed in a sequence, prompting several windows to pop up on the massive monitor. Some held data: reishi disturbance readouts and casualty statistics. But the biggest window held a blurry photo. A hollow mask stood out stark amidst a dark forest, the rest of the body remained obscured. 

“This is camera footage my surveillance department obtained. Should be no problem for a captain of your caliber, eh?”

   Gin leaned in to give a better look at the information provided. The hollow mask appeared like any other hollow mask to him and the rest of the data scrolled across the screen too fast for Gin to care. Did he think it was out of his capabilities? Certainly not. However, he had the feeling this might be a trickier assignment than he was willing to execute effort for. 

 ❝Ah,❞ Gin whined just slightly. ❝That ain’t much ta go on ta find just any old hollow. Yer really gonna make me work!❞ He sighed before continuing.

❝An’ takin’ ‘im in alive? How do ya expect me ta do that?❞ Gin smiled one of his childish smiles. ❝Ya got some rope fer me ta tie ‘im up?❞