Rangiku is like a cat: lazy and beautiful (decadenthonor) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-11-05 19:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gin ichimaru, rangiku matsumoto |
Who: Rangiku Matsumoto & Gin Ichimaru
Where His House
When: Evening before this Post
Rating: R for language, beating, etc etc
Status: COMPLETE
For someone who is an accountant, Gin certainly didn’t keep regular business hours. He snuck out at night sometimes to hunt down Hollows or send some lost souls ready to transition on to whatever afterlife awaited them. If there were any of the splintered off Yakuza group left in the area, they were laying low. And so Gin simply waited for orders or for Motoko to tip him off on where he needed to go next...which meant a helluva lot of downtime.
If it wasn’t for the fact that Rangiku was around, Gin would have been bored. The day before, he had been a busy boy. The gardening was done, the house was clean, and they had food made, even if it wasn’t the fanciest thing ever. More cold soba noodles and some salt-boiled edamame in the fridge. If she tried to do her one chore and make the bed, that morning, then she was going to have to make it with him in it, since he woke up only long enough to roll over and settle back in for a cat nap. Or a snake nap, considering there wasn’t anything cat-like about him. That was more Rangiku’s spirit animal than his.
Gin fluffed his pillow a little bit with one hand and then smushed his face down into it, like a real lazy ass.
Rangiku smiled gently at him as he rolled back over. “You’re gonna be a bum today?” she asked as she made her way back into the bedroom, hair damp from a shower and hanging loosely down her back. Her eyes were soft and warm as she looked at him all bundled up in bed. How adorable.
“I thought napping was my thing? You picking up more habits from me?” she asked as she sat on the bed next to him. Fingers combing gently through his hair. Despite the fact she had to lie to her best friend, and hide half of the things that went on here, she loved him. Naysayers be damned. Even if she felt AWFUL lying to Yumi, but Gin had asked her. And at the end of the day she wouldn’t break that promise.
"Yep, I think I will be," he replied, barely opening one eye to peek up at her and his lips pulling into a lazy smile, befitting of someone who felt like a lazy bum. "I learned how ta nap by watchin' you, since you're the nap master."
He turned his head a little more so he could get an unobstructed view of her, and didn't try to hold her hand or anything, since he wanted to feel her fingers like that, in his hair. If she got angry at him at some later point, he would have the memory of it, at the very least.
"You goin' somewhere?" he asked, punctuating the question with a big ol' yawn.
“Wasn’t plannin’ on it, no.” She smoothed his hair out between her fingers, straightening the strands, and untangling what sleep had tangled. “I am indeed queen of the naps.” She wasn’t lying. She loved napping, and it was probably her favorite activity besides sake drinking. She leaned down to kiss his forehead softly.
“Maybe I’ll come nap with you, if you’d like?” she asked as she dragged her nails lightly over his scalp.
"Maybe ya should," he suggest with a sly smile, reaching up to hold onto her wrist, and gradually lure her down into bed. "Show me how it's really done."
There were a few things he wouldn't mind showing her, after their nap, as a way of showing his thanks. He wasn't in any hurry. Of course, as he lured her down against him, his lips were ready and waiting to give her a lingering kiss.
Rangiku smiled as he took her wrist and pulled her down into the bed. She didn’t really mind, not in the least. Not now. Not with him. So she slithered under the blankets and nestled against him, facing him so that her lips could meet his for a lazy, lingering kiss.
She loved these kisses, these moments. There was nothing wrong that bothered them. She wasn’t worried about his sneakiness or anything. Just comfortable cuddling. She loved these moments.
He loved them too. He dropped the mask for a time. He looked at her and it wasn't through a squint. It was real, and the real him, not some carefully crafted facade that had become all too easy for him to throw on and as natural to him as breathing or blinking. He didn't even think about it, half the time. It simply happened.
But for now, that was gone. And he let the kiss trail off before nuzzling his face against her face, and hugging onto her so they were cuddled in close together. Holding Rangiku was the best way to fall asleep, as well as the best way to wake up.
Rangiku never wore a mask, it was too much work and she was the epitome of lazy after all. She really did like when he looked at her like that, it made her heart flutter and an easy smile come to her lips. It was almost cloud nine.
She snuggled closed and smiled at him again before slipping into slumber. She liked falling asleep in his arms and waking up that way too. It was a good thing. Comfortable and perfect. Except today’s wake up from the nap was disturbed by the OC and it’s HERE HAVE A DREAM moments.
In which Rangiku woke up, sat up, tears in her eyes. Why had she threatened to be his opponent?
Damn you OC. It had been a warm and fuzzy moment, until Rangiku sat up suddenly and Gin went rolling off to one side. He rubbed at his eyes with the heel of one hand, first one and then the other, and tried to focus on her.
"...somethin' wrong, Rangiku?" he asked, reaching out to rest his other hand against the her back, to steady her. Of course, he's not psychic, so he had no idea what she dreamed about.
She didn’t know how to explain it to him. Her lips pursed as she tried. “Why were we on opposite sides, why was I trying to stop you? why did I step in? What the fuck.” coherency thy name is NOT Rangiku. Her cheeks were wet, the mere idea that she had to fight him was heart breaking. She didn;t flinch from his touch mere laid her hand on his on her back , trying to figure out what the fuck happened.
Gin's hand was perfectly still. It didn't tense, flinch, or anything. He started to sound like his old sly self, even as he asked in a hushed tone of voice, "Ahh, so ya remembered somethin'. Didn't ya."
That was only a mere acknowledgement, and didn't offer any answers. How convenient.
She turned her head to look at him. “Yes. Yes I did.” she said quietly, fingers searching for his face lightly, her touch gentle even as she was trying to puzzle it out. “I came back… when I wasn’t supposed to and I found you… “ she frowned delicately. “and I told you if you didn’t put your sword away I was going to be your opponent… “ her frown was etching lines in her forehead. She didn’t like the sound of that dream.
For the longest time, Gin didn't seem like he was going to answer. He smiled, certainly, because that was his self-defence mechanism. She was remembering now. Which was a double-edged sword, since he wanted her to be who she was meant to be, even if it was at the expense of remembering what he did.
"...from here on out or somethin’ like that, I think is what ya said," he pointed out, his voice quiet and not matching his amused expression. "After ya found me an' your captain, fightin' each other."
And that he had turned a killing blow at Momo, after lining up a good enough shot to hit either Toshiro or her, if he dodged like he thought Toshiro would do. Really, in his mind, it would have been a mercy killing. That little girl had been a trainwreck, after her captain was found dead and all suspicion turned onto Gin, himself.
“I feel like I missed a chunk of that. I can’t quite remember it all.” she furrowed her brows then looked at him. “Why were you fighting my… captain?” she was missing chunks, and it was frustrating to her because the dream didn’t make SENSE this way. She ran her fingers along his jaw, tender even if she was getting worried again that something was terribly wrong.
She looked up at him then raked her other hand through her hair. “Gin, I love you, but.. are we enemies? What the hell?” she had no idea who half the people in her dream really were. Hooray for skipping around, OC, for that hell you can go die in a fire, OC.
"Huh. I dunno. I love ya more than anything, but I think I better let ya decide if I am or not," was Gin's reply, making this too sound like a game, for her to figure out on her own. He wasn't being very helpful. Oh sure, now he gets shifty. Maybe he can go die in that fire too, huh?
He moved in enough that he was really truly invading her space, while he had that smile on his face. There was a long tense moment where it didn't seem like he was going to do anything at all, before he kissed her on the cheek and started to get out of bed.
"I'm gonna let ya stew on it for a bit, an' grab somethin' to drink. Ya want me to bring you back anything?"
Hey, at least the sneaky snake offered. Might as well take him up on it while you sit there and be totally confused.
She went wide eyed at him on that one before folding her arms over the girls and glowering at him. Asshole. He can go get singed by that fire (she didn’t want him dead after all). She closed her eyes at the kiss, a tiny smile on her face before she put one hand on his chest and knocked him to the floor. “That? Is for being a helpful fucker.” she snapped at him. Not entirely happy at having to play a game.
“But yes bring me back a cup tea will you?” she was a moody as a cat - fitting really at the end of the day. “Can you tell me anything that would help make this make more freaking sense?” she glowered at him, then pouted.
From where he landed in a tangled heap of skinny arms and legs, Gin looked for a moment like an albino snake that had been wrenched into wrong angles and tossed aside, instead of something sleek and slender like he usually appeared. Ouch.
"Itai...you're so rough when ya get angry," he whispered, sitting up and rubbing a hand over the back of his head, his hair hanging down into his eyes. Not that it mattered, they had gone squinty again. For the time being, though, his smile was gone as he used the edge of the bed to help himself up onto his feet. Once he was standing, he was looking down at her on the bed, his head hanging down so he could look at her. Still no smile, either.
"I dunno what ya want me ta say," he told her, after a moment of silence. "Mine kinda were one right after the other. Sorry, Rangiku." He paused there, like that in itself had some significance, that probably wouldn't make sense to her either. Not until later. "I only know you might figure it out, later. So maybe it's better if I leave it at that, ne?"
The smile returned when he pointed toward the bedroom door, to let her know he was going to go get her tea. As he was walking over to the aforementioned door, Gin was wryly thinking, 'Leave it to Ragiku to dream erratically. Her own brain got too darn lazy to do it in the order it was s'posed to be in!'
She fell back onto the bed in annoyance. Thisclose to tears of frustration. It made no sense to her what the hell was going on in her own head. “Fine” she muttered as she buried herself under a pile of blankets, blonde hair fallen over her face as she lay on her side. Of course it wasn’t fine. and she was a poor liar, at best, but what else could she do?
Stupid dreams made no sense. And what really got her was the lack of a smile. It broke her damn heart because she felt like there was something wrong, either with the dream or what came before it that she had no idea about yet, or something because him not grinning in some form was… unnatural.
And she buried her face in the pillow, and cried. There was frustration, anger, annoyance, and sadness wrapped into that shaking form on the bed. Because she knew, knew, the only way that she’d ever take a stand against him was if she had no other choice and that left her feeling heartbroken. She wondered if there was mitigating reasons for dream!her to do it too, or if they had that in difference?
And Gin, once he was out of the bedroom, knew too well the sounds of her crying. He didn't even have to look back over his shoulder to confirm it. So much for his vow in his dreams not to make her cry again, since he was doing it in this life, already.
"...damn Orange County," he whispered under his breath, while trudging toward the kitchen to make some tea as the first step in an apology ritual, firmly etched into his brain. But what wasn't etched into his brain as something he was used to, was the fact that there, on the kitchen table, was the same white robes he had worn when he had been branded a traitor, and was in Hueco Mundo with Aizen. Gin had slowed his steps before stopping and standing before it, his expression not even remotely amused.
"Yeeeeeeep," he said under his breath, still standing there like a lump on a log, "damn OC can go die an' rot."
He reached out with both hands, grabbing the material in clenched fists, and picking it all up in one swipe off the table. Then he quickly, yet quietly, went to the nearest closet, wadded it all up, and threw it up onto the top shelf, where it could stay there until he figured out what to do with it. Chances were that if he tried to destroy it - and oh yes, he had it in mind to try - it would show up again and he would be back to square one. He almost slammed the door closed but stopped the door one inch away from the doorframe, instead closing it very quietly. Then into the kitchen he went, to get the tea started.
Rangiku curled her legs up against her, pulling the blankets close. Truth be told it wasn’t entirely his fault she was crying. Make it one smidge his fault and one large slice Orange County’s fault for frustrating her to no end.She didn’t understand these dreams, and now she didn’t even want to tell her best friend or coworker, because she knew they’d be mad that in any way he’d made her cry.
And Rangiku loved him enough to not want that to happen. Although she couldn’t quite fool herself into thinking that they were entirely wrong in trying to protect her. But what the heart wants, the heart wants, and Rangiku only could hope that her dreams had left out the damn good reasons for it all.
After all, he wouldn’t do anything on purpose to pit them against each other, right? She tried to dry her face and rub the red from her eyes before he came back with the tea. She felt awful she’d cried on him twice now, and she hated nothing more than crying. Except maybe hurting him.
He didn't rush making the tea. In fact, he took his time. It gave her a moment without him hovering, and also gave him some time to think about how he would try to get rid of those white robes without anyone noticing. He could burn them too, later that night. They will show up again. Because the OC hates you people.
Once it was done and he had two cups of tea and a box of poptarts tucked under one arm, he went back into the bedroom and set everything down on the bedside table closest to her. Then he leaned over and rested one hand on her shoulder.
"Got your tea," he said, trying to lean even more so he could try to get a look at her face.
After a second's worth of deliberation, he moved onto the bed and laid down, so that the entire length of his body fit against her back, and one arm went around her waist. He laid there, quietly, like that was all he knew how to do for the time being. It was his way of trying to calm her, even if what he had found was also nagging on his mind. He had to set that aside and be there for Rangiku this time, in the only way he knew how.
Rangiku was done crying by the time he laid a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head to look at him. She’d sorted it out, as best she could without any prior history to go on anyways, and all it left her with was the feeling of heartbreak and betrayal. She reached out slowly to grab her tea and lifted herself long enough to take a drink from it before laying it back down and settling back down herself.
When he slid in behind her she smiled faintly. In contrast to her dream, he was still here. For the moment, it was a comforting thing. She closed her eyes and snuggled back against him, letting him know silently that despite it all she was still here. Even if she couldn’t help the doubt creeping into her head. Every now and then he’d feel a little hitch of her breath as she wrangled her emotions under control. Her top arm moved to lay over the one he’d wrapped around her, fingers finding his.
She was thankful for him staying with her. She had this feeling he was better at walking away than staying, so she would take it and keep it for all she was worth. It was moments like these that made her grateful. Eventually she sighed softly, “Oh, Gin…” she gripped his hand. “I feel heartbroken.” she hated these dreams. She hated the fact they left her feeling more confused than ever.
His own hand held hers back just as tightly as she was holding onto it. He buried his face into her hair, his breath on the back of her neck as he slowly exhaled. It wasn't quite a sigh, it was too quiet and too slow for that.
Gin hated his own dreams, since it only served to accentuate what he was and what he did, when he was awake. It made everything make more sense with the way he acted and every move he made. That confirmation wasn't what he would ever consider a good thing, even if he had justified it as a necessary thing in his own mind.
With all of that in mind, he turned his head enough to quietly ask her a question he had been dreading the whole while, "If I was your enemy in those dreams...would it matter to ya now?"
It wasn't exactly a confirmation, and it wasn't a dismissal of it, either. It was more a 'what if' that he wanted to know the answer to.
She loved the whole feeling of his breath on her neck. His fingers around hers. The little things that told her he loved her even if he'd not publicly state it. She cherished them already.
She listened to his question then sighed softly.
"We're not there. Here's not there. I'd want to know the whole story anyways. But I... can't see myself being on the opposite side of you here. I love you. Even if it hurts I'm willing to stand by you. I just want to know the whole story about there. Does that make sense? " she asked quietly.
"Yeah, it makes sense," was the hushed reply, his voice nothing more than a faint whisper, that was very hard to hear. It gave it a eerie quality, but it was also like his words were meant only for her to pick up on, and not meant for anyone else. "I know you wanna know, but I can't tell ya the whole story here, either."
He let that sink in for a moment, before giving her hand a squeeze and telling her, "I guess, maybe, it'll make sense later on. I know ya ain't the most patient person, Rangiku. But you'll haveta wait. And you'll figure it out, when the time's right."
Now if he could keep himself from leaving her, it might be all right. However, everything in him was telling him to do that very thing. It might save her a lot of strife in the long run and she had friends there that could help her through it all. It would be much easier on them both if he did, considering his current line of work.
She tightened her grip on his hand. Silently disallowing him to leave her. "No I know. I'll figure it out. But I know that there's more to it than what I'm seeing. Thats all. "
"Ill try to be patient. Since you asked." She remembered wondering why he always left without telling her which is why she said. "Don't you think of disappearing on me right now. I meant every word I said." She said firmly. The pain, She felt would be worth it. She knew he'd disappear on her again, she just didn't know when.
That Gin would be randomly disappearing was as predictable as the sun rising and setting every day. The emphasis though, was on the random part. That was never predictable. And, in the dreams, when he did leave with Aizen and Tosen, there was a finality to that action. It was as though he knew full well that he wouldn't be back again.
Knowing all that, he couldn't blame her for holding onto him like she was at that moment.
"Ahh. There's always more ta things than what we see, Rangiku," was his softly spoken reply. "If ya know I'm always takin' off, then you'll know that it'll probably happen again. Only this time, I'll try to...."
His voice trailed off, leaving that unfinished. No, he couldn't say that he would try to come back, because what if there was one time when he didn't?
"...I'll make sure you'll be all right," he said, like that might make it a little bit better. There were plenty of people that could make sure that Rangiku made it through anything, even now. At least, that's what he was going to tell himself. "I'm here right now. That's what counts, right?"
Right now never included later, or tomorrow. Or even five hours after this point.
Rangiku wasn’t about to let go just yet. She didn’t trust him not to vanish on her. She loved him too much to not fight for him. Even if that meant she had to fight HIM. Rangiku was fiercely protective of what was hers, after all she had almost lost him a few times. And will eventually remember losing him for good. Not a feeling she feels like reliving.
“I know there’s always more to the story. That’s what life is all about, Gin,” she said softly, her voice meant just for him in it’s silky sweetness. You taking off is like the sun rising, I know it’s going to happen. Doesn’t mean I have to like it. and you’ll try to what? Come back?” she didn’t know the story, but she knew when someone stopped half way through that kind of line that was the logical next comment.
Rangiku turned over to look at him, and pushed herself up to sit. “Gin Ichimaru. I swear to god. That is the worst thing to say,” she snarled at him, as feisty as ever. “You’ll make sure I’m alright?! Gin, seriously, you never come back I’m not going to be alright. Survive? yes. Alright? no. What the hell are you thinking? I’d rather you say you’ll try to come back and not be able to, than to tell me you’ll make sure I’m alright. I’m not a delicate flower to be wary of breaking, please don’t treat me like that when it comes to truths - painful or not.” Her eyes were alight with anger, glittering dangerously.
Didn’t Gin know cats can take down snakes? “And yes you being here counts for something, trust me when I say it means a lot to me when you could have left me to stew alone.” In her movements she’d not let go of his hand and wasn’t about to now, either, fingers almost painfully tight in her anger.
Gin wasn't smiling at all. He was squinty, but not smiling. Mostly because he had left her to stew, alone. Lips parted to say something in response to her telling him off, but he pressed them into a thin line again, only without the outer corners curving upward.
Oh hell. He went for a double whammy of cracking a joke before a little admittance.
"...ya know those shows an' movies, where the girl's in labor, an' she's gotta hold of someone's hand? And they're all in pain, cuz that's a death grip? That's you right now. I think I lost all feelin' in my fingers." He paused for a second and then said in a slightly more serious tone, "I can't even promise you that I'll try. What else am I s'posed ta do, Rangiku? Other than make sure you'll be ok. Huh?"
He looked up at her, waiting to see what she would do or say to that.
No he’d left her to think while he made them tea. There was a difference. She frowned at his face, and sighed softly. “You currently don’t need your fingers. You’ll survive.” she said quietly, a dangerous sort of Rangiku quiet that was the calm before ze storm, as it were.
She punched him. That was her response. Right in the shoulder. “Not break me in the first place.” she said ever so quietly. Eyes watering again even as she fought not to let them. “”Why can’t you you promise me you’ll try?That gives you wiggle room and no guarantees. “ she finally let his hand go to bury her face in her own.
“Why do you try to break me when all I want to do is be here, by your side?” She was livid, she didn’t understand why it was so hard for him to promise her that little thing. Try. That wasn’t an I’ll be back always it was a try. She just didn’t get it. “Gin” she said in a soft lilting voice “damn you for making me feel. damn you for making me hurt. but hell if I don’t love you anyways. You’re the one person I give my heart to, don’t break it too many times, I don’t know how to put it all back together again” she looked up at him, eyes fierce, lips pursed. “I love you too much to let go.” but she didn’t say if he ran? she’d find him and try to smack him around for leaving her without saying anything. Then drag him home. Rangiku grabbed him and pulled him close, heedless of where she punched him, burying her head in his shoulder.She whispered against his neck, breath warm, “I love you, damn it, don’t close me out, not completely. You keep your secrets but don’t shut me out.”
When her fist made contact with his shoulder, Gin's eyes opened wiiiiiide and he mouthed an "oooooouuuuuuchhhh" at her and tried to rub it. Of course, he couldn't do that, because she still had that hand in a vice-like grip complete with finger crunching. That stuff smarted. It was going to leave a mark. She really didn't know her own strength sometimes.
He was also pretty sure that once she remembered him leaving, she was going to hunt him down and kill him if he tried to leave again, entirely. Not that he could blame her but he didn't like making promises he couldn't keep. Thus his whole epic vengeance promise he made to himself that he kept, even though the results weren't exactly what he had planned on. Hmm.
By the time she was whispering against his neck, Gin had both hands free to embrace her. He sighed softly, thinking for a moment about what he was going to say.
"Ya know I love you too," he started to say, "and it's not like I wanna do that. There's times when I'm not gonna be around or I’ll be at my accounting conventions, which would bore ya ta tears if ya went. Problem is that I'll try ta come back to ya, but I can't promise. I don’t like not bein’ able ta promise ya that, so I don’t wanna get your hopes up an’ leave ya in the lurch someday. I can't answer any of your questions or anyone else's. It's all a big fat game 'cause I gotta make it into a big fat game, not because I wanna."
He paused and then whispered a little conspiratorily, "Ok, maybe a lil' bit 'cause I wanna. But shhhh. Don't tell."
Nope and when she was mad she really didn’t pay attention to how strong she was. OOPS? Sorry Gin but you deserved it. You made her angry and sad and grumpy and all she wants was to be happy and be loved. And he had to go make that difficult on her. Jerk.
Once she found out about what happens, if he ever tries to vanish on her for good she will hunt him down and kill him. Or make him regret it with every ounce of her ability. After all, she hadn’t known she was looking for him here until she found him. And now that she had, she realized things had chances here. She was right when she said here was here and there was there - just because things were changing, she was slowly starting to change herself even if she didn’t know it, and all that, didn’t mean that she had to be ruled by the dreams. If anything she was too stubborn to just listen to the dreams and walk away. Not when there was a chance things could end differently.
She nuzzled her head against his neck and sighed as he spoke, burying herself in his arms. She might want to throttle the shit out of him, but she was too lazy to do it right now. She just wanted to cling to him. “Life’s not about certainties, I’ll take the fact you’ll do your best to come back to me.” she said quietly. “That’s all I care about, that you try. You don’t have to make promises you can’t keep.” okay so she wanted him to make that promise anyways. You know, she’s a bit selfish.
“You and your games are going to get you slapped around, you know that right?” she said with a wry sound to her voice as she heaved a sigh. She didn’t say, of course, that when he vanished for too long she was going to hunt him down herself. She was ignoring her best friend, and others, and she may as well throw herself 100% into it, instead of not at all. Okay, so maybe 75% because it was Rangiku and she wanted naps somewhere in there too.
“You don’t get to keep me out of your life, got that? I don’t need every question answered. I want them answered but I know better.”
"Aww, but I like the dangerous games the best," he whispered, trying to squiggle around while holding onto her (and with her holding onto him), so he could see her face. Finally, after a lot of wriggling and squiggling, he was eye to eye and nose to nose with his goddess of sake and laziness.
"If I wanted ya outta my life, Rangiku, I wouldn't have met ya for sake in the first place. Or any of the stuff that happened after that.” He said it with a smile of the more genuine variety, so she would know that he wasn't trying to hide anything. "But I think you're the kinda girl that wants the promises, an' I'm the type who can't give 'em. We're gonna haveta wing it where that's concerned. You’ll get angry and I’ll get ya to simmer down a lil. It’s what we do."
He rested one hand against the side of her face, and gave her the one and only promise he could give her, "I promise that I love you and only you. Even if you're a stubborn butt and I'm a sneaky butt. Ok?"
He wanted to kiss her more than anything, but it was best to hold off and see if she was going to knock his lights out, first.
She allowed him room to wiggle and squirm to face her. She smiled at him, her eyes still a storm but her smile genuine. She rested her nose against his lightly. He was being nothing but honest with her, at least, that? Was a bonus. Even if she didn’t necessarily LIKE it.
Rangiku sighed softly at his words. He was being honest with her, which with him was a moment to gold star in the record books. Well no, he was as honest as possible with her anyways. But still. Gold star for managing to avoid Hurricane Rangiku round Six.
“As long as yer around to wing it with, we’ll be okay. And I know, no promises. But I don’t think you’ll let much get in the way of coming back to me,” she grinned at him.
She tilted her head into his hand, once again he’d calmed her right down, and smiled gently. “Promise accepted.” nope, no lights out. He’d wiggled his way into getting her less angry and more just quiet thoughtful. But no lights out. She’d already tried to break his fingers and knock his shoulder out of socket. He could kiss her.
"I think, this time, I'll definitely try to come back.”
He didn’t say when, after all! The rest was fair enough, as far as she had gotten her point across with his fingers and shoulder being left a little achy. Not outright ouch, but he still had a dull reminder not to outright tangle with her. Gin smiled even more right before he kissed her, and it was like he was sealing the deal. Not to mention he was relieved that Hurricane Rangiku hadn't slammed into the coastline, wiping houses off their foundations and leaving no survivors due to storm surge and high winds.
Naturally, he didn't seem inclined to stop once things were started. In fact, he seemed pretty set on physically showing her how he felt, rather than saying it. It wasn't a cop out, as it was much easier to convey things that way, than with words that weren't going to be all that comforting to her.
Rangiku took comfort from that statement. It was the best she was going to get but damn if she wasn't gonna keep it. Because it was the closest thing to a promise she was gonna get. And she loved it. Because it meant she got her point across. Physically perhaps, but hey he loved her anyways.
She melted into the kiss, pretty relieved herself she didn’t have to go massive storm on him and leave things shattered in her wake. She was pretty destructive when she got going, and it was not a pretty sight, and if she’d learned anything from Yumi, anything not pretty was not worth doing.
Rangiku was content to accept his physical explanations of love, after all, actions spoke louder than hollow, empty words. And she hated those kinds of words. So she put all her energy into showing him how she felt, too.