Ichimaru Gin is a fox-faced bastard (fox_face) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-21 03:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gin ichimaru, rangiku matsumoto |
Who: GinRan
What: Someone had some s'plainin' ta dooo, starting with this text message of wtfux0rz, followed by a flipflop. Not only good for your feet, but also for hitting people with!
When: After the texts.
Rating: Low? Medium? Low-ish. There's no happy fun times or trigger warnings. Only evasiveness, really.
Status: Complete!
Rangiku was livid. Of course she’d whipped herself into that state. Just blame Gin. It was all his fault, ANYWAYS. She’d hopped in the car and driven all the way to Gin’s after her last text, seething with anger. Not only had he teased her, he’d taunted too. And that left her feeling rather vicious. Oops? Then of course having told Yumi who’d she’d spent the weekend with had left her feeling rather touchy, too...if only because Yumi had that same self-satisfied grin on his face as he pointed he had nailed it. Again.
What good was a key if you didn’t use it? Well. Even if the door was unlocked, she’d not knock. Nope she’d storm right in. Hurricane Rangiku [although she’d politely and neatly shut the door!] before stalking over to him on his couch. Her long hair was loose and had been set perfectly in neat waves until she’d gotten mad then it’d kind of gained a few fly aways. She was dressed in a long sleeved, thin, black button up shirt, jeans and flip flops - and she managed to make flip flops sound angry as she stalked over to him.
“You are SUCH a male, Gin,” she snapped.
One hand raised up so he could wave at her as she approached, a grin on his face, and the phone still held in his other hand. True to his word, he was slumped down with his back on the couch, but his feet up on the arm of it, like a footrest. He certainly didn't look wary, even if he probably should've been.
"I thought ya knew that on Saturday," he cheerfully replied, "but if ya need a refresher course, all ya had to do was ask."
He was tempting fate, since it looked like she might take off one of those flip flops and smack him with it. A lot.
He was far too relaxed for her tastes. Not when she was this riled up and ready to hurt something. When she gets her dreams, and abilities, she was only going to get scarier when she got mad. For now, though, it was just an almost unnatural strength and unnerving accuracy. Which was proven when one of the flip-flops smacked him right upside the back of his beautifully haired head. Hard.
In fact, seconds later, the other one followed suit as she stood over him, from the edge of the couch and happily smacked it into his head.
“You do not just NOT send a message to a girl,” she said, her tone angry and harsh, her skin flushed with the moment’s anger, eyes bright, if anything she was pretty when angry.
If only she knew or realized that Gin was already scary powerful and had enough flash step to dodge, so he wasn't remotely worried about her temper. Rangiku's flash step left her winded if she tried to keep up for too long, and his didn't tire him too much at longer distances, even if he was no flash step master. But, of course, he wasn't going to go giving away that little tip or hint, and stayed perfectly, lazily still. He was enjoying the view, since she did look really good when she was angry like that.
He stayed still even when he had to scrunch up one eye (more than the already squinty other eye) at getting smacked not once, but twice. He idly rubbed at his head, his hair sticking up funny, his eyes still squinty but his mouth not smiling quiiiiiite so much.
"Aww, Rangiku. I was gonna get around to it. Ya look so good when you're gettin' temperamental. Ya want some cucumber rolls ta cool ya off?"
There was no mention of the not calling her, as he pointed over to where a plate with some little cucumber sushi rolls were. About half of them were gone, since Gin had been popping them in his mouth while watching tv or texting on his phone.
Not that that would ever actually stop her from trying. Winded or not she was stubborn and tenacious. That just meant their arguments would be badass and the stuff of action movies. Duh. Obviously.
Rangiku had passion in everything she did. Passionately lazy. Passionately angry. Whatever. She oozed it, and she felt alive when she got a little angry. And there was nothing more pretty than a feisty Rangiku, she really looked like her dream self when she was in a mood.
“You. Could. Have. CALLED.” she snarled before hopping over to sit on the couch and grab a cucumber roll. Food wins even if she was giving him looks of anger.
Fiesty, fiery and hungry. Good combo, there, Rangiku. She was breathing heavy, mostly out of barely contained annoyance. She hated when people did that whole not calling her thing. Not that she was the best at communications, either. She did lean over to kiss the spot on his head where her flip flops connected.
“You think a compliment gets you out of the dog house?” she asked.
"...ain't that how it works?" was Gin's all too calm reply, though his smile had returned when he got a kiss to make the ouch better. "Fact is, I just dinnit save your number to my phone. An' then things got busy when I was tryin' to clean up some books, and one thing led to 'nother. I dinnit even notice it'd been a week."
He watched her huffing, puffing, glaring, and eating cucumber rolls for a moment. When he next spoke, he sounded like a sly fox, indeed.
"Were ya worried I had found someone else or was dumpin' ya? Ah ha. I see. Ya got jealous."
She slumped into the couch and popped another roll in past her lips. She glowered at him for a minute longer, not truly believing him but knowing rather quite well that was his story and he was sticking to it. Men. She brushed a curl of blonde out of her eyes to look at him.
“Not jealous,” she let slide out between her teeth. Yeah maybe a little jealous. “Mostly worried I was a good ole one nighter,” she said, eyes lowering to examine the roll she was turning over in her fingers. It hurt to admit that had crossed her mind.
"Aww, you were jealous an' worried." Gin was smiling with the same smile he wore to cover things up or smooth things over...or to unnerve others. "You're not a one nighter type of girl. I wouldn't do that to ya."
He sat up, reaching out for the cucumber roll she was fiddling with, and - in an almost mirrored motion to their dreams - he took it and held it to her lips for her to take a bite, like he was offering her a dried persimmon when she had been in dire need of something to eat.
She still gave him a little glare, not entirely forgiving him for that. Good thing he liked her quirks. pangs of jealousy were one of them. She was lost in thought for a moment as he spoke, a quiet sigh escaped her lips as the feelings of rage loosened their grip on her.
“Thank you,” she said after a moment, to his statement.
Rangiku let the roll be taken from her fingers then her eyes widened. The imagery lined up in her head. The last of her anger melted as her heart beat heavily in her chest, then she took the offered bite, wishing that it was a dried persimmon and not just a cucumber roll. She made sure to hold his gaze, too, not hiding the emotion lurking in them.
He smiled at her in much the same way, too. Her glare didn't seem to be off putting to him, since his expression was the same when it was there and after it was gone.
"There. All better," he told her, reaching out and tucking some of those stressed out, stray strands of hair behind the curve of her ear, with a fingertip. "Ya want anything else? Somethin' to drink or somethin' else to eat? Only cold stuff, since you're hot tempered 'nuff already."
Good thing her glares weren’t off putting. He’d get them a lot. If he wasn’t such a sneaky, sly bastard he’d not have to get them! But she had no desire to change him in any fashion. She loved him for who he was - sneaky bastard or not.
She smiled at him as he tucked hair behind her ear.
“Something to drink would be nice,” she said before pausing and reaching out, laying a set of nails against his jaw before leaning to give him a gentle kiss before flumping back onto the couch. “Thank you,” she said after a moment.
He's going to be getting those glares, because there is no stopping him from being a sneaky bastard. And as much as she didn't want to change him, Gin didn't want to change her, either. It would make things less interesting, and he loved everything about her. Even if she used a flip flop to thwap him.
His smile had gone down a notch after the kiss, and his eyebrows raised up a little bit. After another quiet moment had passed, he told her, "You're welcome, Rangiku."
He got up and came back with a bottle of cold sake and two small cups, sitting down and pouring it for them both, before holding a cup out to her.
"Now that you're all cooled off, whatcha been up to this week?" See? Sneaky. Not only had he cooled her temper a lot, already, but he was changing the subject, entirely. Diversion was practically Gin's middle name.
She'd never change him. She loved him for who he was. Sneaky bastard and all. She obviously loved him because she only used a flip flop instead of her foot. Its a win.
Rangiku eyed that slightly faded smile with suspicion. Her lips pursed ever so faintly, an annoyed line. But she didn't press the issue.
She watched him walk of to get the sake with a frown. But the moment he turned back she had a smile on again. He wasn't the only one who could be a sneaky fuck.
She accepted the cup. "Mostly just helping my parents out. Turned in the stupid application. Hung out with Yumi for a bit." She shrugged. "Nothing exciting."
He took the other cup and raised it in a little toasting motion, before drinking it down. For him, it was business and social interaction, as usual. Gin always counted on the fact that Rangiku was more blunt and honest than a sneaky snake like he was. He simply thought her moods were mutable, and so the going from angry to smiling a minute later was nothing out of the ordinary. He sat back on the couch, one leg bent so it was tucked under the other, and one arm over the back of the couch as he faced her.
"Ahh. I can still help 'em with the finances if ya want. But I ain't helpin' you with the job, since I think you workin' there would be...a good thing." He paused because he really meant 'a hilarious thing', even if he didn't say it. Before she could fully protest, he asked, "How's everyone's favorite narcissist doin'?"
There. That was enough to keep her occupied. She should be having a good enough time to forget being jealous...or anything else, for that matter.
She sipped her drink, still angry with him. Slender fingers toyed with the cup before she looked at him again. “Fine,” she said simply before sighing softly, trying to wrangle her temper. She’d gotten worked up. It was hard to ease back down. Didn’t mean she didn’t want to relax. She did. And she had not idea how to act around him.
She barreled through, ignoring his comment about Yumi for a moment. She didn’t let him get away with teasing her like that without a bit of a feisty fight.
“You don’t mean a good thing. You’re laughing on the inside, aren’t you? Everyone’s favorite narcissist had a little run in with some annoying people, I guess. I don’t know. But he’s generally being himself,” she said with a shrug.
Gin let his smile say it all, because he really was laughing on the inside. He took another sip of sake and made a show of shrugging a little bit. There wasn't even a hint that he was on guard or wary of her temper at all, since he seemed his usual laid back self.
"A lil' bit," he finally admitted, that ever-present smile still on his face. "As for him? Huh, that don' sound no good at all. Hope he's alright."
Gin was perfectly aware of what Yumichika and Yachiru were up to. That had been on the news also, chalked down to a retaliation between local gangs in on the drug trade. His own work was merely a building collapse with unfortunate loss of worker's lives. Smashing bodies pretty much covered up the fact they were missing a few pieces, anyway.
And he looked snug as a bug in a rug about everything, sitting there on his couch, drinking sake, with his beautiful...togetherness person. Because Gin putting labels or titles on things? That's not going to happen as much as Rangiku might want someday, and that's even if she programs her number into his phone, herself.
Rangiku sighed softly. She didn’t want to be mad at him. She found she didn’t want him mad at her, either. She was going to be mighty mad at everyone when she found out what they all did. Without her. Those assholes. Even poor Yumichika, who rarely if ever heard her raise her voice at him, would probably be on the receiving end of some very unhappy words. If nothing she hated when her friends hid things from her. It made her mad. Oops?
She would be glad she couldn’t hear his thoughts . Togetherness person might throw her off the deep end again. Rangiku felt left out and she had no idea why. And that was weighing on her. She had no life and it was making her feisty. “He’s fine,” she said after a few minutes.
Her bright eyes were on him, looking thoughtful.
Girl, watch the news sometime. You could probably notice that things aren't lining up right.
Speaking of which, Gin still had the TV on. The evening news was on by that point, and they were talking about still having no leads on what looked to be a drug deal gone really wrong, blah blah blah car accident, some trouble in an office building somewhere, blah blah blah boat sinking, and oh look, no one can find the precise cause of a large warehouse collapse. Guess when those things happened? About a week ago. Oh my. The world is a very dangerous place, full of dangerous things. In case you're not paranoid enough, here is a report about a drive by shooting. Lock your doors at night and if you hear gunshots? Stop, drop, and...well, lay there. You don’t need to roll. Just wait for it to pass.
And Gin merely sat there, still turned toward her, still with one arm hooked over the back of the couch, with that same smile strategically set on his face. He was waiting for something to pass, while being focused on her and not the TV. He didn't even seem to notice as the newscaster moved onto the next tragic story of the day.
When they were halfway through giving a report of an hurricane hitting wherever, he said just a little too playfully, "Ya went real quiet. Are you still angry, Rangiku?"
It looked as though everything rolled off him, like water off a duck's back.
Rangiku had stopped listening to him at some point. Her eyes half on him, half on the tv. Her lips were pursing as she put numbers together in her head, adding up timelines. Both him and Yumi had been scarce around the same timeframes of the two events on the news.Dark eyes narrowed ever so slightly before she flashed him a sweet smile.
“Mad? No, of course not, Gin. You’re just being you. How can I be mad?” Which was far too sweet, too forgiving, for someone not distracted and planning on how to corner both her friends into telling her something akin to the truth. She figured she could get Yumi easy enough but Gin? No. He’d take a lot more work than she wanted to deal with right now.
She blinked once then smiled. “Sorry. Saw something that made me think someone wasn’t telling me the truth.” Let him puzzle out who she meant. One or both.
Yumichika might think he was surrounded by barbarians (and one candy-laden kid) but he was faithful to his squad, so he might not be -too- easy of a nut to crack. Even so, it might not be utterly impossible, there. He simply didn't want to go to jail because he only looks good in small doses of orange, not entire orange jumpsuits that were too baggy in appearance. Learn to form fit!
Gin, on the other hand, didn't even skip a beat. He was cool, calm, and collected. That smile never ever faltered, and it was impossible to get a look at his eyes when they were squinted shut into happy crescent moon shapes.
He didn't even appear to notice the television or anything, as he asked in a lazy drawl, "Ahh yeah? Wonder why you're thinkin' that. Good luck to that someone, I s'pose."
Because, of course, he was implying that it wasn't him.
Instead of rising to the comment, she merely poured herself another cup of sake. She had no desire to toy with it now. No, she’d wait. She had a plan for tackling her bestie, now she just had to think. Which she knew wasn't exactly what everyone thought her strong suit was. Boy would they be surprised.
“I suppose I shouldn’t keep you bothered, hmm?” she asked too sweetly even as she tipped her cup back and polished it off. Rangiku rarely wasted time with Sake, anyways.
"An' what makes ya think you're botherin' me?" he asked, innocently. He picked up his phone off the end table and poked a finger at it, holding it up by his face and sticking his tongue out. Then he sent the photo to her phone. "Picture's worth a thousand words. I ain't bothered."
To prove as much, he dropped the phone down onto the couch and moved in toward her. When he couldn't possibly get closer, he stopped and leaned his head in enough to whisper in her ear, "Are you bothered, Rangiku?"
If she wasn't angry, then maybe she was irritable. He's being helpful by asking.
She ran her hand through her hair before blinking and grabbing her phone, to look exactly at the photo he sent her. She rolled her eyes at the photo, saving it anyways because it was adorable.
“You certainly don’t look it, no,” she commented though, as she set her phone back down. “I guess it’s because I sorta stormed in here.” Like a hurricane....
She laughed softly as he got as close as humanly possible and shivered as his breath brushed over her ear, her eyes closed as she took a deep breath and steadied herself.
“Depends on what you mean by bothered,” she said quietly, anger was fast dissipating. It was almost visible, her shoulders relaxed, the muscles in her back eased up and she smiled at him, true and honest.
"Huh. A storm? I think they mentioned that on the news," he jokingly whispered into her ear, and before she could mention what else they said on the news, the tip of his tongue darted past his lips, and he flicked it at her earlobe. "And I guess I meant...bothered, like hot an' bothered. If ya are, I can help cool ya off some more."
If he was going to distract her, why not use the best means ever to not only cool her temper but get her mind off anything else? He touched the fingers of one hand under her chin, turning her face more toward him, so that their lips could meet.
Rangiku opened her mouth to say something about the news. Hey, he brought it up. She was ready to stuff it for later. Then he flicked his tongue against her earlobe and she stopped moving. A shiver raced down her spine as she blinked her eyes, a bit wider than previously. They’d only been reunited a short time but he already knew how to manipulate her.
“I.. oh.” She blushed, cheek bones taking the brunt of it at the moment. Her temper fluttered and sputtered under his words. Distraction was the best way to cool off a fiery Rangiku. She offered no resistance when he touched her chin and guided her head to face him, damn near melting into a puddle at the kiss. There was something that made her lose track of her thoughts when she was with him. Even her anger had been slightly off kilter. Damn him for already being able to calm her moods.
Damn him indeed. He felt a little bad about having to play her like that, but even so, the kiss and his heart were in the right place at least. That’s even if the rest of him was wired for being highly evasive.
His fingers traced down over her throat, until his hand was pressed there, his lips never leaving hers. Gin's other arm circled around her, that hand pressed onto her back, so he could ease her down onto the couch. And if he kept kissing her? Less chance of questions or protests.
He wins this round. It's now Gin 2, Rangiku 1. In his mind, it is going to be easy to rack up points. Go him!
She’d slap him later for being an evasive fuck. But at the moment she didn’t know any better. Not yet. She hadn’t lived with it long enough to know that he was being evasive even now. But at least he meant it all. It would earn him a lot lighter of a beating when she remembered everything.
Maybe.
She sighed happily as his hand rested against her throat. His touch felt cool and wonderful against her skin, it was a powerful feeling being wanted. Who could ask questions when they were getting kissed? Not even Rangiku had the desire to break those kisses to ask depressing questions. Nope, all she did in reply was let him rest her back down on the couch and return his kisses with her own.
He was winning - but she had every confidence, she could win a few more points back.