Rangiku is like a cat: lazy and beautiful (decadenthonor) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-05 22:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gin ichimaru, rangiku matsumoto |
Who: Gin & Rangiku
What: Night out Part 2
When: Night of her arrival on the net, morning after
Rating: Eh PG13. SFW, Minor Adorableness, minor violence
Status:Complete.
Rangiku had passed out on her bed. It was a Queen sized bed with a dark red quilt on it. Not that the bed was a real bed - she’d thrown her japanese styled futon on top of a flat platform frame. She hadn’t made it under the quilt. At least it hadn’t been a cool night so she didn’t even notice the lack of quilt when she opened her eyes. Fingers moved to rub them lightly, easing the sleep away from them so she could take stock of the room. There was a vague pounding behind her eyes, a headache but nothing major. Rangiku had gotten so used to being drunk hangovers rarely happened in full force anymore. Which was probably a good thing. She’d ingested quite a few of the small bottles of sake, and then had drank her way through at least a bottle of something that had been under her bed.
Poor Gin.
Her room was a disaster zone. There were clothes strewn everywhere. A few half empty bottles of whiskey were on a shelf to one side. Instead of hardwood floors, there were Tatami mats, and they were covered in random pillows, clothes and books. The place, at least, had no food lying around (that’s just gross). Her dresser was a home to empty booze bottles.
Rang moved to step out of bed and almost stepped on Gin.
Whatever it was they had been drinking after they drunkenly snuck into her bedroom, it had been strong. Gin likened it to rocket fuel or gasoline in both flavor and afterburn, and since he was already on his way to Drunksville (population: 2), it wasn't long until he had the mother of all laughing fits at drunk Rangiku while teasing her about her messy room...and then he was out for the count. Gone. Like a very draggable rag doll, which was probably why he was left on the floor with the rest of Rangiku’s things.
Luckily for them both, his laugh had been on the quieter side of the spectrum so he didn't wake up her parents. Conversely, if they were her parents, they probably heard Rangiku partying it up with friends in her bedroom anyway.
When a foot landed next to his head, he woke up with a painful sounding groan. It felt like the whole house had moved. His face was half on one of the random pillows and half on one of those magazines that had questionnaires and articles, like 'Is your sex life satisfying enough?', 'Must have nail polish for the holidays!', and 'What kind of undies should you wear on your next hot date?
He tried raising his head up but the magazine was stuck to his face, and his skull felt like a drum that was being pounded on. That squint of his didn’t come with a smile, even when he reached out and plopped one hand down on her foot to let her know where he was. No way did he want to get stepped on.
"...good mornin', Rangiku," he mumbled, so she had audible confirmation of who it was, laying there. “Gonna haveta...unnngh...step over, if ya can.”
She looked down and grinned. "Oh hai!" She beamed as she knelt down next to him. Then fell to sit next to him. "You're adorable" A giggle. Someone may be a wee bit drunk still.
She carefully pulled the magazine free of his face. Then grinned. "Bathroom is over there if you need a shower" before she got up to her feet and headed to her walk in closet to find clean clothes.
If anyone on the planet was going to wake up and still be drunk, it was her. He lifted his head, shook it enough to get the cover of the magazine off his cheek, and watched her as she poked through her closet.
"...ya look good from this angle too." He was trying to sound like his teasing self and managed it about halfway, which was a rousing success. "You got your own bathroom? Your parents spoiled ya rot~ten."
He propped himself up on his elbows and tried to focus, but the room had some spin to it for a few seconds. He had to close his eyes and breathe, before opening them again. All better. At least enough that he could open the magazine and try to act like he was reading it, instead of peeking over at her every so often.
"So what kinda undies are you gonna wear for your next hot date? Says here, if you want to feel like a sex kitten, wear a bright colored thong an' a lace bra under a lil' black skirt or short, low-cut dress an' go dancin'. Huh." He paused and then smiled, ear to ear. "So that's how you girls keep catchin' my eye. Now I know your secrets. At least as much as I can read of it, before I haveta hurl."
He was joking. He didn't need to hurl. He was only mildly and very vaguely nauseated.
She grinned at him and laughed softly. “Hai, very spoiled. But it keeps me happy and them not dealing with my messes!!!” she giggled as she looked down at him. “I do huh?” she asked, smirking a tiny bit. That was awwwwwwwwwwwww and flattering all at once.
“Hahaha.” she laughed softly. “That’s our secrets you’re reading!” she teased at him as she pushed her long hair out of her eyes and smiled at him. “No hurling on my floor please! Tatami’s such a pain to get vomit out of.” she mused as she plucked jeans and a t-shirt out of her closet and looked at him.
“How do you feel?”
"Like a train hit me an' that I'm lucky ta have my pants on," he answered, entirely honest, but sounding pleased as pie about it. That was despite the headache. He was thumbing through the magazine before he fwipped it aside like a frisbee and devoted his full, undivided attention on her. It was a profoundly appreciative stare, and even more so since he had his eyes fully open. "What're ya gonna do now that I know your secrets, Rangiku? Be gentle. If ya kick me, I might puke on your mats."
“Poor dear.” she said laughing softly. She watched him frisbee the magazine away before shaking her head at him. She noted the eyes, trying to remember if she’d seen them open last night or if she was just dreaming. Rangiku smiled gently at him. “I’ll just wait to kick you until you aren’t going to puke on my mats.” she said as she wandered into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, wetting it, and bringing it back out to him. Then plunked down next to him, offering it out.
There was a moment where he simply stared at her in silence, blinking a few times. Then Gin suddenly smiled, rolled onto his back, and let both arms flop out at his sides, so he could look up at her.
"Wouldn't have it any other way," he said, sounding cheerful even if he felt like a sake train had crashed into him. "You can kick me, after ya slap that down on my face an' leave me here ta fend for myself."
Because it's too early to say, 'Hey, how do ya feel about bein' shower buddies?'
She smiled down at him then laid the washcloth over his forehead. “You are too adorable” she said laughing hysterically as she smoothed it down over his forehead. “A’ight I’ll be back in a few minutes. You rest up.” she grinned as she sauntered off. A few minutes later the shower turned on and she soaked herself under hot water. She didn’t take long, only a few minutes before she wandered back out, wrapped in a towel. Feet padding lightly on the mats.
Gin nearly got a up-towel shot there as she passed by. That reminded him that Rangiku wasn't the shyest person on the planet. Fine time to remember that, too.
He groaned and it was mostly the headache and a little bit of the best kinda torture ever. The reason for the torture was that he swore to himself that he wasn't going to dive in and take advantage of her not remembering him. And it was apparent she hadn’t the foggiest, since she didn't haul off and clock him one yet. In fact, she seemed her regular self, and downright oblivious to anything bad he had done.
Basically, even if he liked to make it seem like he didn't care when he was around Aizen? He really did, when it came to her. But if he went around talking about it on the network, everyone and their shinigami grandmother was going to be gunning for him. It would be a bit...inconvenient.
"...I hope ya dinnit use up all the hot water," he teased, making it seem like she had been in there forever, and not only a few minutes. He started to sit up, so he could get his butt in gear and stop being a lazy ass.
Rangiku was NOT the shyest person ever. Nope. She had no qualms with flashing skin. Didn’t matter much that she didn’t really know him. Nope, nu uh. She also knew that if he tried anything she’d deck him across the room.
She was strangely in shape for a girl who loved to be lazy. No one had a clue how she managed to keep in shape. Shopping wasn’t like a contact sport after all. Her eyes sparkled a bit as he teased her.
She crouched down and flicked him ever so lightly in the forehead. “Of course not.” she smirked. “Go on then, I laid out towels for you.”
That got a blink out of him, but it wasn't hard enough to hurt at all. He also didn't lean away, like he knew somehow that she wouldn't hurt him to begin or end with.
"Ahh I shoulda brought a change of clothes, knowin'..." He stopped for a moment before he said knowing you and smiled, before saying, "...that I was gonna be ridin' on the sake train. Oh well. I'm goin'." He sat there for a moment more and then started to stand, which meant he had to lean forward while she was still crouched down by him.
Before he could fully stand up, Gin turned his head just enough that his lips were very close to one of Rangiku's ears and their cheeks were nearly touching.
"I think we oughta go drinkin' again an' maybe you can end up on the floor," he murmured, and added, "at my place."
Then, as quick as that had happened, he was slipping away, heading toward the bathroom and yawning, one hand lazily rubbing over the back of his head so his silver white hair was sticking up funny.
She grinned a bit. “Wellllll we didn’t know where we were gonna end up.” she licked her lips slowly and watched him get up to his feet. Despite herself, her breath caught in her throat as he stopped next to her, lips near her ear, cheeks a hair’s breadth apart.
Rangiku’s lips curled into a wicked little grin. “Oh that’d be fine fun.” she ran her nails through her hair and watched him leave. Head tilted a bit as she sighed softly. Something felt… familiar. She couldn’t put her finger on it.
While he was gone, though, she switched her outfit idea and slipped into a pair of black leggings and a camisole tank top that didn’t really leave too much to the imagination while still being decent. She was sitting on the bed when he finished up, flipping through a real book.
True to form, Gin hogged up most of the hot water. He stood under the spray so it was hitting the top of his head and tried to get over the worst part of the hangover, without resorting to the hair of the dog that bit him, or copious amounts of coffee. He did have to get to some warehouses and poke around to see if he could track down a lead on the guys he and Canaan had a hit on. It wasn't so much for the people there, but the things that were in it.
He finally got out and dried off, put everything back on, and was rubbing a towel over his hair when he exited the bathroom. It didn't take him long to notice what she had on, even as tight as it was. Without hesitation, he sat down with a flop on the bed, next to her.
"So where ya gonna end up tonight, huh?" It was an innocent enough question, but there was nothing innocent about the way he was smiling. "Girl like you has ta have some plans already."
She grinned at him and tossed the book aside to look at him as he sat down. “Girl like me huh?” she arched a brow languidly. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked with a wicked glower. Slender fingers splayed on the top of the bed as she leaned back on them.
Rangiku looked at his smile with a curious look, a sparkle in her eye. “Whatcha thinkin?” she pursed her lips at him, trying to puzzle him out and figure out just what he was suggesting.
True to form she had no plans, honestly. Not yet anyways.
"It means you've gotta have friends you're goin’ out with on a regular basis." He feigned innocence. "Why? What'd ya think it meant?"
If she leaned back, then he leaned in more toward her. Even then, Gin was keeping some slight distance between them. It might come across as him being a terrible tease and playing around with her, to see what she would say or do, much like testing the water.
That made it a great cover up for the fact that he wanted to be close to her, but he also wasn't going to make any sudden moves. Not on his part. Even if he really wanted to.
"I don't believe you " She said simply grinning a bit. "Not with that look. " she poked him lightly in the ribs. Rangiku leaned to the side watching him follow her with a little laugh. "Whatcha doing?" She asked with as hint of curiosity. She wasn’t sure where he was going with all this, or what he had in mind.
Although she was inexplicitly drawn to him. Her eyes narrowed a touch. “What are you up to, Gin?” she asked, lips pursing as she stared at him, bright eyes taking it all in and focusing on him and his actions. Avoiding his eyes, though, as she watched.
Gin laughed at the rib poke and had tried to squirm away from her finger. That was before he stopped smiling and tilted his head to one side, like he was suddenly very curious as well. It was, of course, one of his ploys where he would play dumb and ignorant, when he knew pretty much what he was doing. He was always fond of playing games of cat and mouse, and with Rangiku, it was only a matter of time before she hollered or hauled off and threw something.
At that last question, he almost frowned. Almost.
"Ah. Me? Up to something?" He reached out one hand and took a strand of her hair between two of his fingers, letting it slide like silk as he rubbed them together. "Guess I ain't the most trustworthy critter, if you're thinkin' that I’m up ta no good. I was only playing around. That's all."
He let go of her hair and leaned in, enough to let his lips glance over the side of her face before he pulled away again. It wasn't a real kiss, but more like the barest whisper of one.
By the time his face was visible again, Gin's smile was also very firmly back in place, conveniently just as he started to back away from her. He was making a calculated retreat, by the looks and sounds of it.
"It's been fun,” he told her as he slipped further away. “Maybe I'll knock on your window, sometime."
Rangiku stopped breathing as he took her hair between his fingers, her cheeks reddening slightly. "Never said that now did I?" Her voice was firm and slightly offended sounding. She hadn't meant it that way. But her expression was softer.
Her fingers moved to her cheek after the whisper ghost of a kiss before she whipped her other hand out and snagged his wrist. Lips pursed,other fingers still resting on her cheek.
"Oh no, You don't get to say something like that, do that and just sneak off." Her eyes flashed as she pulled him back down. She lifted her eyes to stare at him, not letting him retreat from her or her gaze. Rangiku was known to be lazy, and silly, and tiresome sometimes, but she was also stubborn and strong and curious.
"Looks like ya caught me an' won't lemme get away." He didn't sound as though that troubled him at all, but more like he found it incredibly amusing. "Ya didn't say it, Rangiku? But you kinda implied it."
It's not that he wanted to get out of there, but more than he needed to. There was too much of that dream him swimming around in his head, and too much of it started and ended with Rangiku. If he stayed longer, things might get complicated before things got even more complicated, later.
"Oh. I see. Ya wanna kiss, before I haveta go to work an’ crunch some numbers?" he asked, grinning back at her, eyes half open, looking for all the world like some lazy bum that was getting away with something. And if he was going to be able to make an escape, then he was going to have to get her goat, and have her throw him out. Sure, she was stubborn and strong and all of those other things, but having had the benefit of living together since they were kids meant he knew what buttons to push.
He smiled slyly before he puckered his lips up for a smooch, closing his eyes to their happy half-moon squint, and...and...aaaaaand...
...he made a honk!honk! maneuver with one hand, on Rangiku's left boob.
Death might be imminent.
Death was coming in the form of a rather strong left hook. And a very exasperated declaration of, "Men!!!"
She huffed as she knocked him away from her. She hadn't held back. She was pretty sure she didn't have to.
"Go crunch your numbers." She snarled a bit but smiled a little but as if his actions hadn't completely pissed Her off. Just frustrated her a bit because she didn't quite understand.
Eyes sparkling as she did so. "Be gone then. Knock on my window sometime. "
To make it seem entirely normal, Gin didn’t move quickly or dodge away, but took the full brunt of the punch. What might seem odd is that he kind of took it in stride a little too soon, after her fist hit his face and he made a ‘oof!’ noise.
He went to work rubbing at his jaw and smiling a little, even as he cheerfully told her, “I might let ya beat up on me tonight if you’re up for it. Or maybe tomorrow night, if I don’ get too bogged down with red tape.”
There was always the possibility that the red tape was going to be streams of blood, and number crunching was going to be the number of kills he was tallying up in his head as he searched around. But it wasn't like he was going to say that, now was it?
That sparkle in her eyes lured him back in like a moth to a flame, and he did rest his lips against hers for a moment, while murmuring, “Catch ya later, Rangiku.”
Then he was off the bed and heading for her window, because going out that way was a lot better than her parents being asked, ’Hey, did you see that guy with the weird hair and smile around this area? We’ve got a warrant.’
Not exactly the best impression. Nope.
He casually waved one hand in the air and out the window, he went. Gone, like he hadn’t been there to begin nor end with. Like a ghost.
Rangiku sat there, on the edge of her bed and stared after him. She thought the exit was a smidge on the cheesy side, but she was too stunned to really make a comment about it. As he popped out the window, she was sitting there, fingers to her lips, unsure of what to say. Or do next. Merely lost in thought. That may have been one of the sweetest not-kiss moments she's ever had....