Ichimaru Gin is a fox-faced bastard (fox_face) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-13 16:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gin ichimaru, toshiro hitsugaya |
"Toshiro~chan. Ain't this a pleasant surprise."
Who: Toshiro Hitsugaya, Gin Ichimaru
What: A brief but not-so-chance encounter, in which Gin is a stinker and Toshiro is annoyed.
When: Recently!
Where: Somewhere in da OC.
Rating: Low
Status: Complete!
Since Toshiro Hitsugaya was around, Gin found he was not only busy with his surveillance work, but curious if he had remembered anything yet. He was sure when that happened, that the shit was going to hit the fan, but - much like poking a hibernating bear with a stick - Gin couldn’t stop himself from popping in to visit an old friend.
That term was used loosely, since Toshiro hated his guts and he knew it. That was really only a minor detail to Gin. He was going to play with fire anyway, because it amused him.
He had watched and waited until he knew Toshiro’s routine (which, watching someone who had an other-world pastime consisting of paperwork could result in monotony). So it was easy enough to place himself out in the open, standing on a streetcorner, like some happy chance had aligned in the universe in precisely the right way and they were destined to cross paths.
Toshiro had been on his way to the store, school supply shopping. He still had about two or three weeks until he made his way into school, though the courses at the university started first. He didn’t have long to wait, really, but he did know that he needed supplies. And it was on his way to the store that he caught sight of the white-haired man who had, on occasion, popped up into his most recent dreams. His eyes narrowed as his sharp mind focused, trying to remember the man’s name.
“Gin Ichimaru,” he finally stated as he approached, recalling him being a member of the Soul Society. His mind was still whirling, still fighting and trying to come to terms with his most recent memory. This wasn’t pleasant, not at all. And that was an understatement, really. But he wasn’t about to let his guard down around someone who may know more about him then he did himself thus far. It wouldn’t be hard to say that Gin would know a bit about him, given that he’d made a point to wait until Toshiro had his dreams to make himself known.
"Oh? Who's that?" Gin looked around, playing dumb as a fencepost, before he caught sight of Toshiro. It was like he didn't know he was there until that moment, when he so really very much did. His smile spoke volumes about cats chowing down on canaries in their free time. "Toshiro~chan. Ain't this a pleasant surprise."
Both hands were shoved into his coat’s pockets, so he appeared to be less threatening and at ease with being there, on a sidewalk, and having this person from the network show up.
Suuuuuuuure.
“It’s Hitsugaya,” corrected Toshiro automatically, his voice sharp and to the point, determined to explain who he was to this other person. His eyes watched him, eyeing the other man skeptically. He knew very little about him from the dreams, only the basics. He was already a lieutenant, whereas Toshiro himself had gained a third seat position. Still. He’d never trusted him, that much Toshiro knew and remembered.
“So I see you know me,” remarked Toshiro coolly. He looked over at the other skeptically, wondering what Gin’s next move could be.
"Sure it is," Gin answered, playfully and dismissively. He didn't look too concerned about honorifics or terrorifics or terror...or much of anything. "An' I dunno what ya mean. I only know ya from the network, 'Shiro~chan."
Look! Now the name got shortened even more. GDI, GIN.
Toshiro’s eyebrow twitched at the nickname that he only allowed Momo to use with him. He did miss her, and this reminder was one that he did not need. Either way. Toshiro gave the complete stranger a slight glare. Okay, more than slight.
“I think you’re playing dumb on purpose,” remarked Toshiro softly, knowing he clearly recalled the young man before him from his recent dreams. His recent painful dreams. Was that who he was, then, really? Forced to go through the motions of fighting his closest friend, only to watch him die before him, all because some government ordered it to happen? Toshiro clenched a fist at his side, his eyes darkening a moment before he turned his gaze back to Gin. “And what exactly is it that you want?”
He remembered little Miss Hinamori. The poor clueless girl got played like a fiddle by Aizen. She'd probably go through the rest of her spirit life with the scars and inner worrying from that experience. Some people just didn't have any luck, and Momo was one of them. No wonder Toshiro was so protective...which Gin knew - at that time - it was a good thing to use against him.
Despite his memories regarding that matter, Gin lightly rested the fingers of one hand against his own chest, resembling a damsel who had been profoundly offended. It didn't show in his expression, because he was smiling away just as much as he ever was, even if his head tipped toward one side. The entire overall effect was that it made him appear delightedly confused.
"I really dun know what you're talkin' about," was the reply, spoken in an equally soft voice, but without a trace of venom. "Why're ya all angry at me?"
Toshiro scoffed, both inwardly and outwardly. He wasn’t exactly thrilled at this random engagement with this stranger who seemed to want to mock him, but who didn’t care about how he felt in general. Toshiro narrowed his eyes briefly at the other, trying to put two and two together as he stared down the figure in front of him. He was already on guard; something just didn’t feel right with this man.
“Whatever. You’re the one in my way,” Toshiro returned coolly, deciding that if this man can play dumb, then so can he, just because he wanted to. He crossed his arms in determination, not wanting to give anything away.
"Aww, why so defensive? Ya really need to simmer that temper on down, 'Shiro~chan," Gin was saying, like he was softly singing each word with the intent to smooth some ruffled feathers. It wasn't exactly the manner of speech that inspired confidence or trust, since it was laid on a little too purposefully thick. . "Since I'm the one who's just standin' here an' ya came across me? Maybe you should be the one steppin' around me. I ain't lookin' for a fight like you seem ta be."
Gin tilted his head back and looked like he was gazing up at the sky. That, despite the fact his eyes were still squinted up into happy half-moon shapes.
“It looks like it’s gonna be a nice day today,” he continued saying, cheerfully. If alse failed, talk about the weather, heh heh! “It ain’t too hot. Ain’t too cool. Jus’ about right, innit?”
Toshiro’s turquoise eyes narrowed, giving him a curious look. “It’s Hitsugaya,” retorted Toshiro bitterly. “If you are saying I should step around you, then very well, that’s what I’ll do.” Gliding past the other, Toshiro walked past him, smoothly moving forward. He wanted as far away from this man as possible, wanting nothing to do with him.
He didn’t like his attitude, or his mannerism. He wasn’t in the mood for arguing like this with a complete stranger, not just yet.
"Ya ain't gotta be so formal here," Gin cheerfully said, watching Toshiro as he went around him. "Chill out a lil', 'Shiro. Ya look a lil' steamed."
Then Gin laughed. He never laughed loudly. Oh no, it was very soft and low and hard to hear. Once he was finished and before the former Captain Hitsugaya could get out of earshot, he said, "Are ya ever gonna stop bein' so uptight?"
Gin knew that question could be taken two ways. One, that he meant because of their interaction in the present, both on this sidewalk, or on the valar network. Or two, that it might insinuate he knew something more about Toshiro's serious demeanor from somewhere else.
He was only too happy to let Toshiro stew on which it might be, for a while longer, and then gleefully play stupid and claim it was only because of option number one. Because that's how Gin rolls.
“You seem to be the type who always has to have the last word,” remarked Toshiro coolly. He stood with his back facing Gin, still a few steps away from the other man, his brow twitching a bit at the comment that had come just as he was walking away.
“I think, Gin, that maybe I’d have to shut you up.” He wasn’t one to get into fights because of comments like this, but Toshiro was hardly helpless when it came to facing an opponent now. He was a blackbelt, after all. The young Japanese teen turned to face the other and fell into an attack pose, his eyes narrowed in warning. “Unless you shut up and let me get on my way.”
Kung fu and karate probably wasn't going to hurt Gin as intended, but it was the thought that counted, he supposed. To make matters worse, Gin simply stood there, smiling, like an asshat. That was because ONE, he is a bit of an asshat who was teasing without making it seem like teasing, and TWO, he knew he had gotten under Toshiro's skin and gave him something perpetually annoying to think about.
The silence was broken after a few token seconds more of silence, which were shattered by a far too pleasant sounding and totally unfettered voice.
"Well it ain't like I'm tryin' ta stop ya, is it?" Gin slowly raised one hand up and waggled it around, while sing-songing cheerfully, "Bye~bye."
His eyes narrowed in frustration as Toshiro tried to figure this guy out. He knew something was going on here and he knew he should do something, but Toshiro wasn’t one to attack someone who had no interest in fighting him.
His defense lowered and Toshiro turned sharply on his heels. “Just watch yourself, Gin,” he remarked softly. With those words, Toshiro continued along his way, unable to help the uneasy feeling he had within him.