Rangiku is like a cat: lazy and beautiful (decadenthonor) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-11-09 23:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gin ichimaru, rangiku matsumoto |
Who: Gin & Rangiku
Where: Gin's
When: Backdated a few days after his little accounting mission
What: Waiting up and yelling at
Why: Rangiku's had a bad day
Rating: R fer language?
Status COMPLETE
Rangiku had had a bad day. She’d come back to Gin’s. Home. And soaked in the shower, cucumber masked her face, hot oil treatment, and braided it loosely back. Then she’d come out looking fresh faced and elegant, and hid the fact her eyes were still stormy with a bright smile. They’d had dinner, she could even SORTA cook, as long as it was nothing complicated and crashed hard. The day had been exhausting for her, she hated getting into a fight with her BFF, and finding out who her captain was and all that was a bit much for the girl.
So she slept like a rock. Lucky for Gin, mr. Sneaky Pants, but when she woke up to him gone. Let the storm’s winds pick back up because she was not too happy about it. While he wore white, she wore black, and she’d even brought her favorite robe over. Although she liked his, too, but tonight she pulled hers on and padded into the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of sake, and looked around for him before sitting down in the kitchen, out of the light, and waited. House lights off.
She pulled her long blonde braid down over her shoulder, cradled the cup of cake between painted nails, and waited as patiently as ever. Ironically enough she was terribly patient when waiting for him to come home. She also was determined enough to keep trying to guess what he did. Because she was not buying that whole accountant thing. Sorry, Gin.
It was a long time before Gin got there. Not only had he left late, but he took his sweet time getting back. He was tired, achy, and still a little bit bloody (none of it his) when he came through the door. The only thoughts going through his mind were weird guns, drug runners, and a hot shower before crashing, because adventure happened. So much adventure.
He entered in the alarm code like it was old habit and then flipped on a light switch, and that is when he saw her sitting there. Waiting. Wearing black. Which was great because this time, look! Black shirt. They must be twinsies.
He was squinty but unsmiling for a moment, only for a moment, before his lips pulled into a smirk. A smile was the best way to cover up everything. Or at least 90% of the world's ills, including wearing someone else's blood.
"...g'morning, Ran-chan," he said, pleasantly. He was the picture of laid back relaxation, despite the holes in his shirt and a bloody hand, and Shinso tucked behind his back. "Freak accident with a paper shredder at the office. Had to go help fix it. Poor Joe. Afraid he ain't gonna have the use of that hand for a while."
Or the rest of his body, for that matter.
If Rangiku knew, she actually might find herself a smidge jealous. Then she’d regard her life with him as one big adventure and be content to start brawls elsewhere. For now anyways. Rangiku sipped from the cup of sake, savoring the taste before speaking, letting it slide down her throat.
She also savored the fact he looked startled. She let her legs unfurl then dangle as she sat on the counter. She didn’t seem to mind too much tonight. Which should be a warning sign that her mood had been simmering all evening long.
She rolled her eyes at his story. “Come here,” she said without giving him a chance to argue. She set the cup of sake aside, and waited for him to come to her. She didn’t yell. Or scold. Or demand answers. And the fact he’d come up with a story before she’d even asked, left her knowing he was lying. Woe be the day she figured it all out, woe be that day if she had Haineko with her, too.
She was in a mood and he knew it. It wasn't like he shied away from dangerous things anyway. He simply tried to slither his way through it all, making it seem like he was doing it all with the greatest of ease. Even so, he hesitated. And then he hedged when he asked, "No clean up time? I got some of Joe on me. It's kinda nasty an' gets a lil' itchy after a while."
It wasn't like he was lying, since that was mostly the truth. That blood really did belong to Joe but it had absolutely nothing to do with any paper shredders. He even pointed in the direction of the nearest sink, hoping he could slip off and avoid any closer inspection.
Also, his dangerous times probably weren't something Rangiku should be jealous of, considering even he thought his job was sketchy...plus he was flirting with danger even more, since he was doing some work for a cop. Imagine if the Yakuza found out about that. Which was all the more reason he wouldn't ever be telling her or dragging her into any of it.
Otherwise, if she knew what she was? Sure, she would probably be off brawling. He wouldn't worry too much about her, since he knew all too well that she could handle herself.
She just looked at him. Then held out her hand again. Eyes dark and shadowy as she waited patiently. She even managed to lean over, grab a cloth that was already damp and held it up at him. She was doing her very best to not ask questions. Or try to ask questions. She was biting her tongue as hard as humanly possible.
Oh no, she would be jealous anyways. Not rationally. Just because his life was more exciting than hers. She really did have a boring life, right now (oh just you wait girl). So when he hedged, she tilted her head sweetly. Rangiku wasn’t in a mood to fuck around. And when he didn’t come to her fast enough, she slipped from the counter and walked up to him.
She laid both hands on the side of his face and kissed him, it wasn’t sweet, or gentle. But it did a world of wonder to communicate just how tired, cranky, furious and totally still in love with him she was. Then she slapped the damp cloth in his hand. “Clean up,” she was terse. “Don’t lie to me, but I’m also going to not ask tonight.” she said calmly even though she was practically vibrating in annoyance.
How dare he leave her on a night when she pretty much lied to her best friend to defend him? Of course, it escaped her brain that she really hadn’t told Gin much about the luncheon yet. Oops?
His lips were still tingling after that sort of crushing kiss, but Gin didn't complain. He blinked, eyes open, and figured - in his mind at least - that he was getting away with it. That was why that smiling mask took over as he was wiping his hand clean.
No yelling or throwing things was a good thing. He would have had to dodge, and he didn't want to have Jessie woken up. A stewing Rangiku was much better than hurricane Rangiku, in Gin's book. That’s even if stewing Rangiku was standing right in front of him. She did look really pretty and it wasn't like he could resist being cute and coy with her.
"I think the longer I leave ya waitin', the prettier you get," he said in a voice that was smooth as silk. "An' look? I ain't lyin'. That's the truth."
Ah? AHHH? He raised his eyebrows at her like 'did it work?'
She snapped her head up to look at him. Storm was coming fast and hard with lightning now. Not only was that mask in place that drove her nuts, that beautiful compliment with that eyebrow. It would have worked had he not added that in. Once he was finished with his cleaning, she grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to their room. Dragged. Girl had strength in spades and she had no idea what she’d end up being able to do. Poor Gin.
Once inside the door she pushed him against it. “I have had the worst night I’ve had to date. Save for prom night but… that’s neither here nor there,” she said dangerously quiet into his ear, if she wasn’t so angry her being pressed against him might have different feelings attached. Instead she was thrumming with anger. Fingers let go of him as she stepped back.
“You could at least leave a fucking note saying yer out,” she hissed through her teeth. Yeah logic wasn’t her strong suit when mad. It just didn’t happen, sorry Rangiku, you are far from a logical creature when angry. “And don’t for a fucking second think I believe your paper shredder story.”
Oh yes, he was dragged to his room (but it’s on loan to her), heels skidding as he tried to dig them in and lean back, but not exerting extra effort because he knew he was in deep by that point. He made a little noise when his back met the door, because, hi, the tsuba of his zanpakuto was between his lower back and a hard place. But the whole while, he let that smile stay firmly in place, because this was Rangiku, and he wasn't giving up the ghost (heh!) by letting her in on what had happened, in any full detail.
His mouth opened when he was about to ask something at several points, but she started talking again and he simply shut it, smiled, and waited for her to finish. He knew when she was so angry that he shouldn't interrupt until she was finished, so he kind of tilted his head off to one side. It saved her from biting his ear off, and he could squint peek up at the ceiling. After all, her getting a little rough was kind of a turn on for someone was meticulous and evasive as he was, and he had to look at something else other than her.
"...first, a note's kinda dumb cuz it wouldn't tell ya nothin' anyway," he pointed out, deciding to chance saying it, but keeping his voice as calm and as soothing as possible. "Second, ya know, those paper shredders are dangerous. Third, I kinda have my zanpakuto that's prob'bly not happy already about bein' tucked in the back of my pants an' ya gave us both a jarrin' in places that shouldn't be jarred. Last...what the hell happened on prom night that it made your worst night ever list?"
No, Shinso was not happy about being tucked between it’s master’s undies and jeans, so please, remove and set aside before you two even think of doing anything. Next time, wear your robes and things. Thaaaaaaaannnnnx.
She graciously let him move to set Shinso down. Probably for the best. Her hair had come undone at some point and was falling out of the braid. Unfortunately for her, she managed to only get prettier when she was angry. She smoothed her robe down, and straightened her shoulders.
“No, it’s not dumb. It at least shows thought that while I was sleeping you were kind enough to not let me look around and have to sit up worried. Okay so I’ll probably still sit up but shutup.” she snarled softly. “Second, nice try but who does accounting not at tax time, in November?” she rolled her eyes. “Stop trying, I don’t care what you do. I do but “ she hand waved it for the moment. “not enough to press the issue when I know better.”
She gestured idly to let him handle item number three on the list. “We don’t talk about prom night anymore,” she said smoothly, daring him to keep trying to find out the answer to that one. She canted her head at him. “Not even going to ask why this is the second worst night?!”
He did have his lips parting to protest that she would have anyway, but then she said 'shutup' and he pressed them together again, listening. At least it looked like he was listening, since he was still all Smiley McSquint face. He eyed his zanpakuto. It laid there on the dresser, almost like it was silently enjoying the show because no one else took the time to truly tell them off.
And that was why Gin gave it a sour face, even if it wasn't saying anything, he could just get the hint and the vibe that was going on. It was time to focus back on Rangiku, rather than his unhelpful wakizashi...which he took care of by slowly reaching over, opening a drawer, and pushing it in with one finger. Then the drawer was closed. She could take a nap in there for a while.
"No, I'm not leavin' ya a damn note," he said, flat out, even though it was softly spoken. If he did, and if something did happen, then she would be clinging onto it for the next forever, and reminders like that weren't a good thing. "People also have accountants all year 'round if they got lotsa money and it's the explanation I'm givin' ya, so you're gonna haveta take it as it is. Also, ya care what I do, because if ya didn't...ya wouldn't be waitin' up like this. I was careful. Even when the paper shredder happened."
He paused for a moment and then said, in a conspiratorial whisper, "Joe dinnit make it, but I was careful. I only got a...paperclip bounced off a rubber band down here? But I'm good at dodgin'. It's probably healed up already."
There, she could take that for whatever it was worth and fill in the blanks. It wasn't the whole truth but it wasn't an outright lie either. And because of the nature of what he was, running around tangible enough to be seen by humans and interact with them, a gunshot was a minor annoyance, but it still left a mark. More like a teeny tiny scratch just above his left hip that had already turned into a bruise, and was on it's way to healing up.
"So. Why's this the second worst night, after prom night, which I kinda wanna know about?" he teased, just a little bit, to see what her reaction would be. And also to get her mind off all the other stuff he had told her. Yay. More diversions, courtesy of Gin!
Of course she’d cling to it, but she truly didn’t want that either. Even if the idea made her feel better. But she didn’t argue with him anymore. Especially not after that whispered part, because not even the world’s dumbest girl could think he was ACTUALLY talking about a paper shredder. She didn’t speak, though, merely rolled her eyes a bit. “Probably best to avoid paper shredders then,” she said oh so quietly.
“I spent my ENTIRE lunch Yumichika listening to him all but tell me you were the worst mistake I’m making, er besides that prom night, and that you’re just using me and I’m in the middle of a tug of war and don’t even know it. Then I had to lie to him, which makes me feel like shit,” she snarled the words out. She was still mad.
"I don't need to avoid 'em since I ain't afraid of the paper shredders," he said with a shrug, and then his smile faded away to nothing. The squint was still there. The smile? Not. He listened to what she was saying, letting it sink in, before he sighed and slipped past her, so he could get something to change into while she continued venting. It wasn't like he didn't recognize her need to do that, either.
When it seemed like she was silently seething for a moment, Gin told her in one of his carefree tones of voice, "What if Yumichika's right? I mean, I dunno about prom night at all since it must've been real traumatic...but the rest of it. What would ya do if I was using you. Not entirely, but a lil' bit. I do love you. Without a doubt. That's true. But I did ask ya to lie to your friends...so what's that tell ya?"
He plucked some shorts and a t-shirt out of a drawer, hip-bumped it closed, and headed to the bathroom. If she wanted to keep yelling at him, she could do it while he showered. He was being infuriatingly calm to counteract her vibrating temper fury.
She walked over to him as he walked into the bathroom and slapped him. Hard.
“Don’t you dare,” she hissed. “I already told you I am at your side here and now. That the dreams are dreams and while the effect stuff in the real world, it doesn’t HAVE to be the same,” she said in his face, snarling softly. Then she slid down the wall and sat against it, head in her hands.
“Gin.. oh Gin…. it tells me you want to protect yourself, keep your life private. Ain’t all bad that.” she sighed softly as she looked up at him, blue eyes wide and sad looking. “Gin… damn it.. “ she raked her nails back through her hair. “I trust you. I love you. I hate fighting with you,” she said softly as she pulled her knees to her chest, and hugged them tightly.
“I’m sorry,” she said, head still hung.
The slap really smarted and it left an angry red mark on the side of his pale face, not to mention it stopped him in his tracks. However, he didn't make any move against her, he didn't lose his temper, and there were no cracks in his facade. Even his words used the same gentle and laid back tone as he normally used, in any other conversation.
He seemed to relent a little bit, or looked like he was ready to, while he had his head tipped down to watch her. It almost seemed like he was going to say something to comforting. But he was, at his core, a snake, and sometimes, they had to bite a little to make sure they kept themselves and their space safe. That was why, in the same softly spoken tones she had used, he told her, "If ya think it doesn't haveta be the same...it's a lil' too late for some of it, already."
Because some of it already was the same and he couldn't change that. He also couldn't change the fact that he had already had her lying for him, for whatever reason he wasn't fully letting her in on.
"I love ya. I trust ya too. An' the last thing I want is us fighting." Again he almost added, but didn't say it. He started to pull his shirt off, throwing it aside, like he was going to get his shower done, whether she wanted to kick him, slap him, or yell at him, the entire time. He looked down at his side where there was a streak of a bruise and merely shrugged like that was acceptable, it mending up on it's own. Then he started to strip the rest of the way, regardless if she was standing right there or not.
To try to soften the blow of what he was saying, he playfully thwapped at her feet with his jeans. "Ya want the truth? I used ya a lil' bit, even if I do love you. 'Cause I'm gonna need the buffer. You're gonna figure out why, probably sooner than later. So don't look sad, Rangiku? If anythin', ya should be pissed off."
Then he was in the shower and turning the water on, because after that night? He needed it, even if it was brief. He even started whistling. What a jerk.
Rangiku just sat there. She was livid. Angry. Upset. Hurt. But tired. She smiled at him and shrugged softly. “To be honest, Gin, we all use someone,” she said gently. Then laid her head back against the bathroom wall. ”I am mad, Gin, I’m just exhausted…. I’m so tired, I don’t know what I’m gonna tell them if they keep asking. And they just want to know why you aren’t sayin’ you’re dreaming.” She pushed to her feet once he slipped in the shower.
She laid her head on the shower door. While he was a snake, she was most certainly feline in nature, and as fast as the claws came out, they vanished too. “I just want to be happy. Damn it.” She looked at him through the door, offering him a sad smile, before laying her hand, fingers spread on the door.
To be fair, being sneaky was exhausting for her. Lying was tiring for her.
Gin closed his eyes as the water washed away every last trace of that night's affairs off of his body. It wasn't meant to take long and he quickly washed up and shut the water off, eyeing her hands still splayed on the door. He rested the tips of his fingers there, before curling them in and giving it a knocking at.
"...hand me a towel, will ya?" he asked, and opened the shower door very slowly so he could peek around the edge. His eyes were open so he could get a good look at her, and what he was doing to her. That was something his dream self didn't seem to do very much, or often enough. "I dunno what ta tell you. I did some bad things, so it's like...I got ninety-nine problems an' I definitely don't need the extra bitches on me, as one of 'em. Ya know?"
Before she took offense to that, he told her, "You're not one of the bitches. But there ain't gonna be no love lost between me an' them. You're gonna be stuck in the middle of it all. So if you're gonna run, now's a good time to stop bein' stubborn and do it. I wouldn't blame ya one bit if you did."
She tossed him a towel, and looked up as he looked at her. She returned his gaze evenly and heaved a heavy sigh, mournful and exhausted. She knew she’d be able to handle this - she just needed time to get there. And she’d make herself get there, if she ended up slacking everywhere else, so be it.
“I made my decision, Gin, when I made my promise. When I lied to my best friend. When I pinned Renji to the wall at work. I’m going to try to stay out of the middle as best as possible, and keep things moving smoothly if I can. They seem to know I’m going to make the same choice here, so why keep hounding me about it?” She frowned then looked up at him again.
“I love your sneaky, snarky, grinny ass, so I’m not leaving. If you want me gone yer gonna have to try harder than that. I won’t force anyone to like anyone - it’s just awkward - I wish they’d just accept you’re treating me right, anyways.” Mostly. She rubbed her head. “Just know.. they’re gonna ruffle my feathers and I’ll probably snap a bit..” A lot. A lot, Rangiku, a loit. You’re going to snap. ALOT. But he knows this, or he better.
He caught the towel and was drying off while listening to her. By the time she finished, he had rubbed the towel over his hair and then wound it up, very lightly towel whipping her with it. And the hell with putting anything on. The towel was set aside to dry and he simply took hold of one of her hands, starting to move toward the bedroom. She didn't get any choice, just like she didn't give him a choice, a little bit ago. He didn't drag her at all, but tugged to lure her along, stopping and turning only when they reached the bed. It was then that he started to slide the robe off her shoulders as he spoke.
"It's not exactly the same choice, Rangiku," he was saying, and he moved in closer to her, so he could whisper the rest by her ear. "I didn't really give you any say in what was goin' on. Maybe I made a huge mistake, but I would've done it all over again. Now I've gone and put ya in the middle of it, on purpose...and ya ain't even losin' your temper over it. I am surprised. But you've always been full of surprises, with the way your moods change. That's why I love you so much."
Rangiku rolled to her feet and let him lead her out of the bathroom into the bedroom. She moved lightly on her toes,she couldn't resist him no matter how hard she tried. Every fiber of her being called to him and she knew she was hopelessly lost in him. He was her greatest weakness, and one she wanted exploited by him. Poor girl.
She couldn’t help the tiny smile that curled her lips as he slid the robe from her shoulders. “Oh Gin… “ she sighed softly. “Part of me wants to strangle you for doing it to me. You break me every time I have to lie…” she admitted softly, the tone of his voice in her ear practically melted her right into a puddle. “I love you, too. I’ll survive this. I have to. I don’t want to let go.” She’d of course, let go when he left her, but cling when he came back.
"I think you'll know what the mistake is later," he whispered, followed by a feather soft kiss against her ear that probably tickled a little bit. He made good time getting her out of her robe and soon enough, there was nothing between them at all, but flesh on flesh as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "I'm pretty sure you're gonna wanna strangle me. And I'm pretty sure I'll let ya. Then there won't be any more lies, since once ya know...or understand it...there won't be any reason for it no more."
As he moved back enough to look into her eyes, Gin traced his fingertips down over her spine. The touch was nothing more than a slow drift, down and back up again.
"Let's crawl into bed. C'mon. It's really late." And he really wanted to just hold her in his arms, with nothing between them, to feel the warmth of her skin as he fell asleep and woke up again. It helped too with lazy wake up sex if there wasn't any nightclothes to wrangle with.
What? He is a man who plans ahead.
She listened to him, shivering at the words against her ear, then the kiss that sent her shivering. She melted standing up at the touch on her back, she loved the feel of his fingers on her flesh.
“As long as you’re willing to be mine even if I’m trying to strangle you, then we’ll get through it,” she teased softly, knowing it was more serious than that by his own words. she savored those words and knew that they’d cause her both heartache and love later on in life, she just knew it.
Rangiku gave him her eyes, full and gentle, even if in the center lay the stormy clouds that told her temper hadn’t gone away. It was just simmering, brewing for a real storm some day. She smiled, then, slow and faint, he didn’t get one of her launch a hundred war smiles, but he got her sweet one for now.
“Alright.” she slid into bed, pulling him with her and snuggling against him, smiling softly at the warmth of his skin against hers. Things didn’t have to be perfect. They’d survive it one way or another, at least that’s what she was hoping. “Good night, Gin, I love you,” her words whisper soft.
And she’d not argue lazy morning wakeup sex.
She would have gotten fantastic makeup right now sex, if not for the fact that he was wiped the hell out after the warehouse fiasco and upsetting Rangiku, yet again.
"...love ya too," he murmured, after his face found the spot against the side of her neck, where he could nuzzle in and breathe her in, as he drifted off. "Sorry everyone's pissed at...huh. It ain't even at you, it's at me. And ta think, I was actually tryin' to be nice to Toshiro-kun."
There was a pause before Gin whispered, very faintly, "...fine, maybe I was razzin' him a lil' bit. For ol' time's sake."
He smiled before kissing her there at that spot where her neck and shoulder met. A squeeze of his arms around her and then he was still, like maybe he was asleep already.
Morning would suffice.
She settled into the bed, sighing softly as he found the spot he liked and got comfortable. It was moments like these that she knew she could handle anything he threw at her, because she loved them. A smile curled her lips as she listened to him. At least he apologized, sleepily, for it all. He was super sweet when worn out.
She laughed softly, barely there, just so he’d know she heard it and found it amusing. Before she rested her head against the top of his and returned his squeeze, content to stay like this.
Rangiku didn’t sleep right away, instead she watched him sleep out of the corner of her eye (it was a bit hard, as she didn’t want to move). She was glad he wasn’t awake, she rarely showed her super tender, loving side but she had the most tender look on her face as she watched him.
“I’ll figure this out, I’ll make it work” she said, her voice just barely reaching past her lips, the whisper that soft. She loved him, she did, and she knew that life was wrought with chaos around him. She finally let sleep claim her, happy and content, even if that temper was going to make her normal dreams nightmares. But she’d not move the entire time he lay on her, even when nightmares grabbed hold. Even asleep she had no desire to ruin this comfort. Her muscles twitched slightly as she fought in her dreams, let the world crash down on her, she knew she could handle it.