Who Gin & Rangiku Where: His place What: Training When: Last weekish Rating: Eh training, some lovey cuteness Status: Complete
Gin knew he was in for a wild ride having to be a stand-in instructor for his roommate, Rangiku. If he wasn’t in deep shit before? He just signed on board for it now. And he wasn’t even thinking about the deals with Motoko or anything. It was all 100% training day related.
He meant what he said though, that he had been (and still was) proud of Rangiku, for having the guts to follow him into that training school, and then making her own way through it, with some help here and there. So maybe this wouldn’t be so bad? If they could stay focused. And if he didn’t start teasing her or joking around or pulling pranks. And if she didn’t start asking for a nap, whining that she was hungry or thirsty, or pouting moodily because she couldn’t get something right. Or that her hair got messy or she didn’t have enough lipgloss on and heaven forbid she breaks a fingernail.
Standing just outside the open doors to the garden, Gin wore his comfiest clothes, including a shirt with long and loose enough sleeves to tuck his hands into. He was more comfy that way. And there wasn’t any reason to leave yet, to practice. The garden wall was high enough that it was going to block the view of what they were doing, from any prying eyes. Even the gardener, since he hadn’t climbed up to peek over the wall since Rangiku broke a sake cup on his face.
He had the white kitten sleeping against his chest, held in the crook of one arm. Gin gave an ahem to clear his throat, not that he was speaking louder, but to get Rangiku’s attention. It wasn’t even loud enough to rouse the cat.
“...whaddya want to work on first, Ran~gi~ku?” he asked, a little too sweetly. If he asked her what she wanted to do, first, it might interest her more and hold her attention. He is wise. For he knows the way of his wonderfully fickle un-girlfriend. “Ya want your shunpo, or your swordsmanship, or a crash course in non-explosive kido? We don’t need to train you in how ta punch things, since we know ya got that down.”
Ain’t that the truth.
Rangiku was a little nervous about all this. Sure, she could punch and kick people into the next county if she felt like it. But all this was new and kind of terrifying, even though she knew she could do it. Her dreams had told her that much. Not that she got to just know how. Couldn't the OC be nice like that after putting her through the emotional wringer? No? damn.
Oh no, she'd certainly be pouty. Frustration made her mad. Course at least here that meant she'd try harder. It just meant in the long run she was going to be even lazier at work. She was slightly less lazy here than in her dreams, but only because now she had a reason to focus on something other than makeup and shopping! She'd thought ahead, for once, and brought out water with her [even though she wanted Sake, god she was nervous] and braided her long blonde hair back in a tight french braid, and pinned it up so it'd not get in her face. It wouldn't stay like that for long, of course, but it was the thought that counted.
She headed outside having taken a minute to herself, water in one hand, the other curled around Haineko. She laid her down gently and set the water down too. She was dressed in comfy clothes she could move in. Yoga pants are a win, as are tank tops and sports bras. She decided barefoot was the way to go today. The feel of dirt between her toes felt good, like a memory in and of itself.
"She looks comfy," she noted quietly, not wanting to wake the cute kitten. She loved that thing and snuggled it constantly. He knew his girlfriend well. Get her to pick and she might actually stick with it. Although she was honest to god serious about this, she was tired of being left behind, her dreams had given her that notion. And it stuck. Her lips pursed a bit as she eenie meanie miney moed in her head. She was excited and nervous about all three but for today shunpo won the draw.
He could tell she was thinking, too, and had to have a clue just how hard it was for her to pick. For a half second her eyes glittered like a kid in a candy store at the options. Then a head tilt. If she was going to ever have to track him down, shunpo? Gonna be needed. "Why don't we just go in that order then? " she smiled at him. She totally needed punchy kicky lessons. REALLY.. [no, not really]
Gin gave the kitten a scritching with one fingertip, on top of it's head. It stretched one paw out and yawned in response, and looked just about as lazy as it's owners did. Since, let's face it? Rangiku is lazysauce and Gin looks like he probably spends at least two hours on the couch every day, contemplating such amazing things like if he can saran wrap the end of the hallway convincingly enough to have someone walk into it without notice....or new ways to fold origami paper planes. And yes, sometimes he looks those things up on his phone. Research is important, mmmkay?
What was also important, was the training. Even if he knew, in the back of his mind, that he was shooting himself in the foot trying to teach Rangiku any flash step techniques. The saving grace was that she got winded if she did it for too long and she would have to hoof it on foot at various intervals. The downside to that was hoofing it on foot would only piss her off more if she was trying to tail him, so when she caught up? He was in for it.
"Ya look real nice," he said, thinking it was nice to start off training with a compliment, in the event she wanted to punch him in the face. He had a ton of patience though, to counteract the fact that she didn't have much at all. "Lemme set Kubomi down and we'll get started."
He put the kitten down inside, shushed it when it started mewing in protest, and slowly closed the door, using one foot as a blockade so it didn't get out. Then he turned to the roommate and smiled.
"Alrighty. How're we gonna do this...." He went from standing by the door to being about two inches in front of her, almost nose to nose, in a second flat. The smile never left his face. "...do you remember any of your academy lessons at all, or do ya remember sleepin' through them?"
Yep downside was hoofing it would really keep her anger up. Even though she couldn't keep fast stepping for long she'd make up for it in sheer stubborn. Poor Gin. And no Rangiku had no patience. Not much anyways. Good plan starting with a compliment.
"She's going to be as lazy as us. She's so cute." Watching Kubomi give them a kitty glower through the glass before going to lay down.
"Thank you," she said with a grin. Then she squeaked in surprise and curbed her knee jerk reaction to punch him bc he surprised her. She gave him an innocent look. "I remember sleeping or being hungover.... oh my god how did I ever get through?!"
Rangiku honestly wondered how she managed to make it through the Academy. " I can do this, right?" She asked tentatively.
"I helped, after I was done knockin' off one of Aizen's lower ranking officers. They had the spot I wanted," he answered, sounding sly as a fox and not at all sorry about it. "You got through 'cause you're stubborn and it made ya angry that I was went zoom and you dinnit."
He took hold of her hand and moved so they were side to side, giving her a smile and a little mock bow that doubled as a comical curtsey.
"You should be able to. If ya can't get it, we'll move onto somethin' else. And you probably aren't gonna get it right away, so don't start kickin' at things or at me." He nodded forward, to the patch of grass ahead of them. "Ya basically want to kinda gather what spiritual pressure ya have, and use it with the energy around ya, like a...huh...think of it like a mini-trampoline ya can sprint offa? I guess. Maybe we should bounce around the yard a lil' bit."
Gin's training methods were highly unorthodox. He put his feet together and bounced forward, only once, like a bunny. Then he peeked back at her, grinning at her like she should follow suit...or smack him. One of the two.
"Oh. I guess that's why I managed huh?" she frowned a bit and sighed a bit. It wasn't a pleasant thought, knowing she was too dumb, too lazy to really get through it alone. Although she knew she wasn't dumb, she was really smart once she put her mind to it. a twitch of a smile, though. "Ya just hopped" she gave him this look like really? Cause that wasn't anything but a damn bunny hop. But she put her concentration face on [trust me, it's cute]. She had only begun to get used to that whole feeling the energy bullshit [she thought it was right now because it was giving her a migraine but she was starting to get the idea it was freaking useful].
She was giving him this look of you're freaking nutters, but she did as he told anyways. Who could see how silly she felt but him? So she did her best to gather that spiritual pressure and feel the energy around her that she could use to bounce herself off the ground. Not that she got anywhere. But she was trying. And wasn't going to give up until she got it. Stubborn beats lazy,.
He was counting on her hard-headedness to win out over the lazy, even if he was prepared for the 'I neeeeed a naaaaaaaaap!' protests. The reason he was prepared for that was because it was going to burn up a lot of energy if she had to push herself. But dumb? No, he didn't think Rangiku was dumb. She just had to selectively apply herself to things that interested her. And if it wasn't turned into something fun? It wasn't going to interest her for very long.
"Yep. And we're hopping, again." He hopped, swinging their arms, still holding onto her hand. "See? Get used ta hopping, only think about it being all the way across the yard in one hop. I'm doin' this for a reason. You’re tryin’ ta move farthest with the fewest steps possible. The last thing I'd want is you thinkin' you're gonna take a lil' hop, and ya end up face-planted against the wall over there. That'd hurt, since it's not like you can pass through it. Trust me. Ya can't pass through it. Aaaaaaaaaand...hop."
He hopped one more time, while grinning and waiting for her to hop to a stop, next to him.
She wasn’t going to love being that tired. She really had no idea she’ll end up wiped out and nap happy all day. But that hard headedness will win out over her lazy. He was keeping her interest which is really the only way to get her to learn. If she wasn’t curious she didn’t care enough to keep at it. He was grabbing her curiosity, though.
Rangiku twitched her lips lightly before taking that next hop. “I’d rather not wall-plant with my entire body please and thank you. I’m pretty sure the girls would be a litttttle offended by it.” She was of course talking about her boobs. She had no desire to slam them into a wall. She felt silly taking hops but he had his reasons and she trusted him. She wasn’t sure if her putting all her stubbornness into it was working or not but she was hoping it would.
Sometimes Gin wondered why she went to work anywhere when she could nap all day...and then he knew it was because she liked abusing the customers, snoozing, and bossing everyone around, and then it made sense to have a low-maintenance workplace environment. He still thought it was good for her to have a job, because it kept her busy when she finally did show up to work, be it a cashier girl or a bikini model.
His girlfriendroommate is the bestest girlfriendroommate, ever.
"I'm hoping you’ll get used to the lil' hops," he explained, giving her hand a squeeze each time they hopped so she knew when to move. "That way, when you really do try it out and after I let go of your hand? You won't go flying. I'm real fond of the girls and who they're attached to. I'd be a bad roommate if I let something like that happen to ya. Aaaand...hop...aaaaaaand...hop...don't smack me...aaaaand hop."
Each time he said it, he hopped. After another hop, he stopped and let go of her hand, motioning forward with it, like she should continue on her own.
"You get ta keep hoppin’," he told Rangiku, with a sly smile. "I'll be on the sidelines, supervising."
...otherwise known as watching her boobs bounce in that sports bra, while she's practicing.
Rangiku loved yelling at customers, and all that. It was half the fun, wasn’t it? She liked working. Some days. When she felt like it. She was still more lazy than a sack of potatoes but whatever. No bigs, right? Right. Mostly. Oops? Lazy girl is lazy even at work when she can yell at people. She’s already figured out how to lean, yell and get orders all at once. Talent.
His roomate girlfriend is going to hurt him some day.
Good thing he was giving her little clues when to move because she was so focused on the whole process she was giving herself a headache. Not that she was going to say anything when she desperately wanted to figure it all out. “I’m fond of the girls, too.” she muttered before smacking him lightly anyways. You don’t say don’t smack me and not get smacked. He should know this by now.
“Oh goodie,” a little sarcasm never hurt anyone. “Byyyy supervising you mean watching the girls, right?” she wasn’t dumb. She knew. She knew him. But she got to hopping. Seriously the most focused, serious faced hops in the world of hopping. Even if she was getting a little flustered with the whole process.
Bring on the hurt, dearroomie!
He laughed at the smack and her sarcasm...and maybe a little bit because she hit the nail on the head there, with what he was really doing.
"Actually, yep. Ya caught me. It's actually less ta do with hopping and more with stepping while focusing your energy on moving," was his reply, while he tried to look appropriately chastised. He failed in that, miserably, since he was standing there looking amused. It probably didn't help that his chin was tipped down and every time Rangiku hopped? Gin's head bobbed as his happily squinted eyes followed the boob bounce going on. "Actually? Hoppin' might be useful for those mid-air hops you have ta take so it's like flying, but you need ta focus 'nuff spiritual pressure under your foot suddenly, for 'nuff oomph ta get ya goin' again."
He's teaching and enjoying the view. Nice multitasking skills.
She’ll hurt him.
She didn’t mind him laughing at her, not right now anyways. She knew he was being male, and well the girls were kind of on display. She hadn’t realized she’d be hopping all over the damn yard like a fool bunny.
Rangiku gave him a look, let out a heavy sigh. “Is it bad to say I’m already frustrated?” she offered a hopeful smile, though as she pushed the braid over her shoulder and gave her feet the most intense look she could muster, just trying to fake it until she made it. And of course her first real honest attempt was going to land her off balance and tripping over her own two feet, accompanied with a growl of annoyance.
He got a good look then.
Naaah. Gin’s living with the knowledge he can slither past anything and only get a hauled-off slapping for it, at the worst, and he can make it better really quickly, afterward. For he is sly and wily.
There was a reason why Captain Ichimaru's entire squad was wary of training days. Because it wasn't only training day with him around. It was "who's going to get pranked?" and "how ridiculous is he going to make us look while we do this?" day. Sure, with him, it was serious business. He had his masterplans rolling behind the scenes, but he didn't want to get anyone killed from his squad. He liked them, including Kira, his lieutenant. Poor Kira. He was so emo, that - even if he did like him - he was easy to manipulate. The aftermath of him going turncoat was probably pretty devastating to his lieutenant. Whoops.
Those were the thoughts in the back of his mind, because the front part is being male, and enjoying the view. Even as he moved over to her, to rest a steadying hand on her shoulder.
"If ya get too frustrated, you're gonna go flyin' from over-doin' it," explained Gin, in that same leisurely way of speaking that he always seemed to have about him. "Also, if you're glarin' at your feet, then you're not lookin' where you wanna go. Think of it like...maybe a trampoline's too much spring fo' your step. Think of it like you're trying ta feel a cushion or a pillow under your feet. Ya like cushions an' pillows, 'cause that's what you nap on."
He leaned in to give her a brief kiss on the cheek, before whispering, "Try again, Rangiku."
Don’t underestimate an eventually pissed off Rangiku. ^.^ She’d hurt him. then feel super bad about it and spoil him until it was all better.
She looked up at his hand and sighed softly, moving hers to rest on his for a moment before nodding. “Sounds like that’d end up more painful than useful,” she quipped, her lips curled up into a half-smile.
“Okay. Less trampoline, more pillow. Which sounds less useful but far more comfortable.” a grin before she tried again after his kiss, which brought a real smile out to play, and gave her a little more confidence to do this. So she focused, and looked where she wanted to go, and thought more pillow then switched it to tiny trampoline because her mind was drifting to a nap, and tried again.
Gin is just like 'naaaaaaaah, that's never happenin!'
"Probably," he had told her before backing away and folding his arms. It was hands off the roommate during practice, otherwise she wouldn't learn how to do anything. He wanted her to be able to catch up, quickly, as a defensive measure. There was only so far that Rangiku could punch things in the face, as a means of attack. It would give him a little more peace of mind, when he snuck out to go to 'work'. "If ya get tired of hoppin' around, lemme know. I probably made ya think about naps." There was a not so long pause before saying, "Whooooooooooops."
He didn't sound sorry about it, at all.
Poor Gin, he can keep that thought in his head. If it makes him happy.
No, she’d not really learn if he did it all for her. So she was putting her mind to it. Until he said naps and now she glowered at him. “ I WASN'T THINKING OF NAPS UNTIL THEN,” she huffed at him, and hopped - rather far for once and not necessarily from sheer jumpy power - in anger. Then stared at him. Then at her own feet then back to where she had been.
“Oohhh.” she muttered.
It does. It helps him sleep at night...or sleep in, in the mornings. He tends to pop out for things when it's dark, and stay home during the daylight hours. How he can even claim he's an accountant is silly, but that also helps him sleep. So yeah.
"Yo' always thinkin' of naps and...ahhhhhhh," Gin had been in mid-tease, but was left blinking with wide open eyes back at her. This was very good, and if he had any speakers hooked up to his internal monologue, it would be a soft sigh followed by a relieved sounding 'Thank the Soul King.' All of it was like riding a bike anyway, as far as he thought about it. One really never forgot how, after they learned how to do it. His smile turned into a grin. "Maybe I better make ya mad at me, more often."
Silly Gin.
“I am not always thinking of napping. Just a quarter of the time.” she grinned at him and shook her head. She was staring back at her feet again like woah, holy shit balls. I did it. She giggled and bounced on her toes. “Oh my! I did it didn’t I?!” she giggled again and looked at him. Then grinned and tried again, this time trying to hop herself to a spot near him and not on him. Course she probably landed too close and bumped into him. Still laughing, though.
"Ya sure it isn't closer ta half the time?" he cheerfully quipped back at her, as he started nodding. That nod was interrupted by being bumped into by Rangiku...or more specifically, Rangiku's boobs. That caused him to stagger back a step or two while laughing. At least she hadn't barreled him over. "You remembered. Nice work, Rangiku! Now ya just need ta fine tune it."
He moved in close enough to give her a kiss on the forehead.
"Now ya get to practice goin' back and forth without hittin' the walls, before we move on. So get to it. I ain't givin' you no real kisses or gettin' you food or nothin', until ya got it down."
Training bribery. Maybe he promised his squad members that no pranks would be pulled on them as a form of motivation or reward system. The fiend.
Rangiku thrived on getting something to work. Even if she boob checked him. Ooops? not like HE complained about boob-checking. She was giddy with accomplishment. So that was a bonus. Meant she was enthused and happy and willing to keep trying. And food and kisses bribery. Bonus.
So she got to down to business. She was all smiles as she tried to make it longer distances each try. She was sweating by the time she’d figured out how to make it without crashing into walls. She was still a little cautious and sometimes off balance when she landed, but she was getting there and it was easier. It was like her dreams reminded her muscles and brain how to do it all. Not that she was by any means amazing but it was a good start for a first day. And it had been awhile, since she first remembered Gin, that a smile this big was on her face. She practically glowed with excitement.
Rangiku didn’t stop until she hit her knees after one step and gave him a look. She was exhausted. And starving. “Is it food time yet?” she asked, looking worn out, although her smile was still wide and her eyes sparkling with excitement. She wondered if it felt like this the first time she learned it, then decided probably not.
It actually was, because the first time anyone managed to get some flash step down, it was like a whole brave new world out there, as far as wanting to try it. And it usually ended in exhaustion, from wanting to keep going and trying it out.
Gin had been watching while making it seem like he was on his phone, stretched out in one of the lawnchairs. He wasn't really able to do anything on the phone, since he was enjoying the view too much and Rangiku seemed really happy. Increasingly tired, but happy. He couldn't even ask her to try to make it to the top of the wall as a balance test, since she might not have enough energy left to do that after sprinting all over the garden area. He didn't want her busting her butt or anything, if she miscalculated and fell off it.
"Probably a good time for a break," he admitted, putting his phone away and standing up. "You ain't gonna get much further, if you don't eat somethin'. But before I stuff yo' face fulluva food...ain't you forgettin' something?"
He used his own shunpo to move over to her, without bumping into her boobs or anything. Gin put his fingers under her chin to very gently tilt her chin upward and stole a lingering kiss.
Yeah we’ll try the jump to the wall after food. Cause she was exhausted. EXHAUSTED. Course she was trying to push herself. Which be happy, give the girl a gold star, because it didn’t happen often. She had been playing - and that was really the only way to figure it out. She had spent the time sprinting here and there willy nilly. She had been enjoying herself, no matter how tired she was getting. She smiled at him, bright and beautiful.
“Okay!” she grinned and tilted her head sideways. “Oh god food. Feed me!” She mimed a zombie who was starved look before laughing again. IT was nice to be in such a good mood. And she was, she was freaking elated - she hadn’t expected to figure it out, especially not at first and she hadn’t quite gotten the bouncing idea until it clicked randomly.
Well of course he didn’t run into her. He had better control than she did. Jealous! But she smiled as he tilted her chin up and stole a kiss, that she eagerly leaned into and returned, fingers resting lightly on his face gently. She was enjoying this. a lot.
Zombie Rangiku had been very cute and her hands were making it difficult to stop. The kiss was starting to drag on for longer than originally intended and it was with great reluctance that he had to bring it to an end at all. He managed to do it with a smile. He had some willpower and patience, after all. He had to. After all, either in dreams or when he was awake, his revenge plans were always very long-term.
"What do ya wanna have," he asked her. "Sky's the limit. You want it? I'll make it or go get it for ya."
She let him pull away, although he got a little pout as she let her hands fall. She smiled softly, and pulled her long braid over her shoulder, it having come unpinned up at some point, and smiled again. “Food. Cucumber rolls, maybe some salmon rolls?” she canted her head at him. “Rice, tea, sake, whatever. Food. I’m famished.” Rangiku grinned a bit at him.
“Hey, I love you.” she started undoing her hair. “Thank you. I love this.”
"No fresh salmon. We ain't got that," he said, then held a fingertip to her lips before she could go 'awww!' or pout or anything. "I'll go get all of those things an' bring it back to ya, if you want to wait here. If I dinnit, I'd be a bad roommate...who just happens to love ya, too. But shhh. That part's a secret."
He took his finger away from her lips and brushed her hands away, so he could undo her hair for her. It didn't matter if she was hot or sweaty, it was his way of sneaking in touches here and there while helping her, without making a big deal out of it.
She was almost ready to go awwwwwwwwwww but he put a finger to her lips so she smiled instead.
“I can wait.” The corner of her eye twitched at the roommate part but it was less often than it happened now. Even if she still didn’t like it she wasn’t going to ever bring it up again. Truth week had made her crack like an egg about it. damn you, OC, damn you. “Already promised to keep your secrets.”
Rangiku let him undo the braid, savoring the feel of his fingers in her hair. She had a lot of hair, and a lot of braid, so he got to sneak in a lot of touches. And he got to play with her hair, and she didn’t even get upset about it. Not that she ever got mad at him for playing with her hair. She often found it incredibly endearing. It actually felt really good to have her hair unbraided and she sighed happily, a little “mmmm” sliding past her lips.
"I told ya, you didn't have to," Gin was saying, under his breath, while smoothing out some of her hair after it was finally loose and free around her shoulders. That was also his way of sneaking in even more touches, since he had to pet her hair over her shoulders and along the sides of her neck. He even swept her hair back over the side of her head, leaning in so he could whisper to her, "You keep makin' little noises like that and training day'll be over."
That statement was punctuated with a glancing brush of a his lips against her ear. It was sketchy at best if it qualified as a kiss, but it certainly qualifies as a evil thing to do before driving off for a sushi run.
“No, I know but I choose to.” She smiled gently, still enjoying the touch of his hands in her hair.She swore it was getting longer as time went on, more so than normal growth. She shivered as he whispered to her. “mm can’t help it, I actually love your hands in my hair.” Truth.
She shuddered at the briefest tease of a kiss. Then sunk to sit on the ground as he made off for a sushi run. She leaned over and grabbed Haineko and set her in her lap. “I don’t even know how to talk to you, but let’s try to be a little less headbutty here? Yeah? that’d be nice.” Not that she expected it to work. She was already prepared for a lifetime of migraines.
Rangiku actually flumped over in a patch of sun, fingers curled around Haineko as she took a lil nap while waiting for him to come back, she was sweaty, tired, and starving but she knew food was on it’s way so she might as well nap, right?
Might as well. There was a sushi place not far from there, so it was a quick drive. Nothing to worry about, usually. What was worrying was when Gin went out to the garage to get into the car, that damn traitor's uniform was there waiting for him, like he hadn't burned it at all. Elsewhere. That was not anywhere near his home. And not a trace of burn on it.
"Ain't this a bitch," he said to himself (and Orange County), before wadding it up and leaving it on his lap after he got in, opened the garage door, and raced out of there, onto the street. Once he was a few blocks away, he made sure no one was behind it and simply raised it up and let it fly, so it landed on the street behind him. Problem solved. Sushi time!
It didn't take him long to get there and get the order in. He even had time to take out his phone and play a round or two of fruit ninja, and then send Rangiku a text after.
>> Got the sushi. If you want somethin else? >> Say it now or forever hold your peace.
He is an evil man.
Rangiku yawned and grabbed her phone as it went off. Sleepy Rangiku sleep texted. She was getting good at that.
» You back here, you period? » [sleepy selfie] » surprise me with something? » Mmm you, me, Reno, Nevada, desert wedding? » hey you did ask :P
She snuggled back down in her grassy nappy spot and stared at her phone, eyes half open, mostly looking through her lashes at it.
She wanted him back as soon as possible and with food. Food was good. Her belly grumbled in annoyance. “Shuddup belly, he’ll be back soon,” she huffed and curled up, pushing her hair out of her eyes and letting it fan out behind her as she got comfortable again. Her cheeks were red at that last text. Oops?
He was evil. She could be worse.
Oh yes, she can be. Gin's eyes opened as he read and then re-read that over again. His fingers began moving over the screen to reply, pausing only when he had to pay.
>> Ehhhhhh? (;^_^) >> It's almost like ya miss me. >> [smiling selfie] >> I don't know if I asked it THAT way but okaaaaaaay? >> Only if you're gonna wear a white bikini.
Gin likes playing with fire. It's obvious because he's thinking she's joking and he's joking along with her. He held one hand out to take the bag of food from the waitress.
Rangiku could be cruel, if she wanted to be. Generally she was nice, and good, but once in a blue moon she could be just as mean as anyone else. It was a good thing she wasn’t overtly mean [gossipy, yes, snappish yes, but not downright evil] all the time. Her tongue could get her in trouble.
» yeah well you were a tease » Ha. Yeah right :P you weren’t specific in yer questions » I could do that. I do like bikinis
She was kinda joking. Only kinda,. Cause she did want a pretty wedding. But she knew better too and he had promised. Kinda. Whatever. Close enough. Her fingers lazily typed over the screen. The sun was warm and comforting.
True, but Rangiku was also really funny too, which he thought was the case here. If anyone was going to be the winner in a game of cruel intentions, Gin would probably have won that moment when he asked Rukia who was on the way to her execution if she wanted him to save her...followed by 'just kidding.'
Comedy is subjective, ok? He thought it was funny. A little bit. A teeny tiny bit.
>> I think you're teasin me with it actually. >> I was talkin about pickin things up. >> I didn't mean pickin you up and walkin over a threshold or nothin. >> You can wear a bikini any ol' time. \(^_^)/
He whistled as he walked out the door toward his car, phone in one hand, keys and the bag of food held in the other.
Rangiku was really funny. And yep, Gin won that one. Not that it was a competition cause Rangiku wasn’t fond of those kinds of competitions. It was gallows humor, Gin, GALLOWS HUMOR. Not funny. But hilarious at the same time.
» Me? Never. » See you shoulda been more specific » I’m sleepy dontcha know I get all goofy when sleepy » Just think of all the honeymoon sex you’d get » I could do that
Rangiku was awake, ish, again, that was kind of an uncool thing to say. She was kind of WTFing her phone like really, Gin? REALLY? not cool. She huffed a bit. The big ole meanie.
It was really mean is what it was. It was like taking someone's little smidge of sudden hope and then throwing it down on the ground, spitting on it, and stomping it to pieces. While smiling about it. Not cool, Gin. Not cool.
Speaking of cruel things, he was staring at his phone while standing next to the car. He had his eyes wiiiiiide open. He texted back quickly.
>> You. Yep. >> I know since I'm so factual and specific. >> You've gotta be goofy if you're teasing at me like that. >> How bout all of the sex I get anyway? >> Think I'll stick with that. (>^_^)> <(^_^)> <(^_^<)
Well? She can stick that in her pipe and smoke it. With a wide smile, thinking he'd joked his way out of trouble, Gin got into the car and away he went like zooooom afterward.
Out of trouble? Into trouble was more like it. He was stomping on her a little bit without having a clue. Males.
» Muah » Mhm » Indeed » You may want to rethink that last sentence a little bit. Just saying. » [Disapproving bunny photo sent]
She left her sword on the ground [it was probably complaining again] and ever so carefully focused the last of her sleepy self and bounced her way into a tree that could hold her. Ready to pounce on him once he put the sushi down and was out of the way of harming it. It wasn’t a graceful leap but she’d made it and now she waited. He wanted to say something like that? oooh she was so mad. She’d pounce him as soon as he came into view.
She was about to get madder because, at a stoplight, he quickly texted back:
>> Why? >> I think that last sentence summed everythin up pretty much.
He will deserve that pouncing, that's for sure. The car went vrooooom again, as he headed for home, with a big fat ol' grin on his face. He thinks everything is fine and they are just messing around. He got home, parked the car in the garage, and was humming to himself as he went into the kitchen with the sushi and set everything down on the counter. He thought to himself that - just in case their lips collided - the sushi should go in the fridge and so that is what he did.
Once that was done, he made his way over to the big sliding glass door that opened up to the garden, sliding it open while holding the kitten back with his foot so he could slip out and close it after him.
One problem. No Rangiku in sight. He imagined she was too lazy to drag her bum inside unless he did the dragging, so he walked out a ways, to make sure she wasn't around the corner. That put him on a path directly below the trees. Little does he know....
Rangiku dropped from the trees onto him. It was half hearted because she was the tired but she was not happy. The wedding she joked about. She landed in a tangle of limbs. Angry Rangiku face on.
Danger level? Orange.
"You have no tact you baka!" She snapped at him once she had him pinned beneath her. "No matter what you don't tell a girl you basically just want the sex. Baka!" It wasn't even no wedding. It was that manner in which he'd said it. Oops.
Gin had a second or two of flailing before he hit the ground and was tangled up with Rangiku. He had been under the impression it was just joking around and wasn't prepared for a divebombing. Caught off guard by the roommate. Oh, the shame.
"What'dya mean no tact? I was joking," he tried to protest, before grinning sheepishly. "Well it's not only the sex. I do love ya. The sex is how I show you, so what's the difference if I'm showin' it to ya now? We don' need no honeymoons for that."
He whispered to her, like it was a big secret (even though it wasn't), "Ya look sexy right now."
Well to be fair the wedding part was joking around. The whole ‘i got the sex why bother with anything else’ feeling comment was not. She wasn’t happy about it. She was too tired to do more than tangle up with him and use the fact she was a bit heavier than he was to sit flump on him.
“You don’t say something like that!” she heaved a sigh [oh happy day for him]. He was just lucky she was still in a good mood AND she was too tired to actually flail about it all. “The rest WAS joking. Be more tactful, something likkkkkkkke ‘I love what we have’ woulda worked.” She nodded sagely, hair falling around her face as she looked down at him.
Then she blushed at his words. Damn it boy. “You like it when I’m all angry, don’t you?” she stared down at him. Her hair was a bit of a tousled mess, eyes bright. “What am i going to do with you?” she said easing to sit on her knees and take the weight off him.
"I ain't gonna be mo' tactful," he said, after recovering from being flump-sat on. He liked it when she had him at a disadvantage, too. Let's not forget that, because it is very much true. Motoko might have had a point with the handcuffs, for she is a very perceptive cop...and maybe he might have flirted a little bit during that interrogation back in Tokyo. Either way, it comes with the territory when one spends their entire life being squirrely about anything and everything. "Ya shoulda known that I loved ya anyway, no matter what. Why should I haveta tiptoe 'round what I'm gonna say, when ya shoulda already knew it."
He liked making her blush as much as he liked riling her up, too. That was why his smile turned into a devilish grin, and he reached out to take hold of her hands.
"I could think of a few things," Gin replied, trying to lure her down into a kiss. If she didn't smack him for being such a bad boyfriend roommate. "Specially if you're gonna keep sittin' on top of me like that."
“Didn’t say you didn’t love me now did I?” she poked him in the ribs lightly.” she rolled her eyes at him. “Cause you are sneaky and sly like a tiptoeing asshat?” she said brightly, a grin on her lips and her eyes sparkling. She wasn’t really THAT mad at him anyways.
He got a look when he put on his devilish grin and took her hands. Cheater. Although her face was still red as she shook her head.
“Mm. Thought it was training day?” she asked as she let him pull her down into a kiss. “I didn’t think you wanted me to move.” a little smile curled her lips as she rested her forehead against his. Moments like these made her remember why she loved him - sneaky and evasive he may be but when it came to how he was feeling with her? He wasn’t one to shy away from it.
Nope, he wasn't shy about it. He even gave it away in his dreams when he wouldn't have a conversation with her in front of Aizen. That was probably a dead giveaway something was up. At least until Gin found a way around that using a certain kido spell, because he is one sneaky sonnuvabitch.
He laughed at the rib poking and squirmed beneath her, still grinning after the kiss ended. His eyes were closed but she was close to him, their fingers interwoven together. In fact, he could feel the warmth of her face, so she must have been blushing a lot. It was these sort of moments that he committed to memory, in case things soured or they were separated again. He realized that was always a possibility, even if he didn’t want history to more or less repeat itself.
"Ya dinnit, but it's kinda implied if you were thinkin' I was all about the sex. And it is trainin' day, but there's also nothin' wrong with takin' a breather. Unless ya wanna play tag with me," he suggested, which might be fun. If not now, then someday. Right now might wear her out entirely, since it was all too new to her. "Maybe if ya catch me, I'd let ya have your wicked way with me."
He's not being shy, either.
Rangiku loved these moments. Fingers entwined, Eyes closed. Savoring the moment without looking. She didn’t need to look. She could just feel him and loved it. Every second of it. Her memory was full of these sweet memories, of the few minutes of peace they were granted.
“mmm a breather is good. I’d love to play tag but I’m worn out and you haven’t fed me yet.” she pouted softly at him. Slender fingers unlaced from his slowly. “Feed me? Then tag? Or other things?” She licked her lips softly, licking the taste of him off her lips. “Mmm.”
Gin opened his eyes just enough to see that pout up close. It was his turn to give her a tiny frown when she let go of his hands, but he knew the reason why. After all that, she would need to eat. Then it would be time for fun and games again. It was sometimes easier to learn things if it was made into a silly game anyway.
"Guess I better feed ya. You're gonna make it pretty hard ta do that if you keep that up," he said about her mmming and licking her lips. He waited until she was finished doing that before flipping her over so she suddenly found herself on her back, followed by a quick kiss as he started to get back on his feet again. Once that was done, he held out one hand to her and asked, "Want me ta drag yo' butt inside or ya need a hand?"
Decisions, decisions.
Rangiku wanted to play. So very hard. But she was so very tired getting up was going to be a problem for her. Instead she smiled at him then started to move to get up when he flipped her onto her back, finding herself suddenly looking up at him and the sky before getting a kiss and whining because it was too quickly gone. “Mm well… what can I say? I like being your distraction.” she smiled a smug smile.
She took the hand. “No dragging that sounds painful.” She pouted at him before fluttering her lashes at him and curling her fingers around his. “I’ll take a hand then?” she smiled sweetly. Rangiku was happy - and not superficially happy. She was genuinely happy right now. Extremely so and it showed, she was in such a good mood, playful and all but glowed. It was times like these that really made her remember why she toughed it all out when things got bad.
"You're a real good distraction," he told her, helping her up and not letting go of her hand. It let him be certain that she wasn't unbalanced from being too tired. In fact, he simply didn't let go of her hand at all. She looked happy. He didn't want to ruin that, not even a little bit.
Fine. Ruining things was probably inevitable, seeing as how he was up to his eyeballs in trouble and not really acting like it, anyway. Even if things did get rough, they seemed to make it through it, lately. He didn't expect that part of things to change at all.
Gin went inside with her, in silence, although he looked pretty damn happy, too. Wait, he looks happy 90% of the time. But it was also a heavy dose of genuine happiness, as he pulled out a chair at the table for her, helped her sit down, and gave her a pat on top of her head with one hand. Then it was off to fetch the sushi and sake, which he brought out to her and placed in front of her, and even put the chopsticks into her hand.
Once all of those things were done, he asked her a little too sweetly, "Would ya like me ta chew it for ya, too?"
She smiled at him as he kept hold of her hand. She was a little off balance but nothing major. She’d taken a cat nap, after all, which had helped a bit. Although she was already mourning the fact Yumi had been right and she was going to be eating a lot more now. Jerk. And now she was slightly worried about her pretty figure. She ignored it, though to smile at him as they headed inside.
She could sense when his happy-look was genuine vs that usual mask bullshit. And she loved knowing she made him happy. Although he was in for it when he put the chopsticks in her hand and had to open his fool mouth.
Poor dear got a finger caught by chopsticks. He was lucky she didn’t stab him with them.
“Darling I will stab these through your hand if you say that again,” she said just as sweetly. Eyelashes fluttering as she spoke, lips curled into a playful grin. She huffed at him, rolled her eyes then got down to eating. She made pretty quick work of what he’d brought her. Girl had been famished. FAMISHED.
"Itai-tai-tai-tai," he had said under his breath when she pinched onto his finger. Rangiku didn't know her own strength and he chuckled, sheepishly, holding both hands up to show her it was just a joke with no harm intended. "I'll wait 'bout a week before I recycle that joke again. Promise."
He watched her chow down and gave her some of his, followed by pouring her more sake. Actually, he pushed the entire bottle over to her. She could have at it. This seemed about right. She needed to be eating to make up for what was lost, and she would probably be sleeping really well that evening. Gaining weight was probably an impossibility.
"Want me ta order some pizza or chinese food or somethin'?" he asked her, because no way was this going to be enough to last, for dinner. He could go hopping on rooftops halfway across the county and get a little hungry. But he kept every little speck of his spiritual energy contained. He had to, otherwise it could cause people to pass out or react to being around him, if he wasn't constantly having it hidden. Speaking of which, he wasn't sure that Rangiku realized that yet. Maybe he'd mention it, after he found out the answer to his last question.
Rangiku happily polished off his sushi And the bottle of sake, while smirking faintly at him. “Sorry” she sheepishly apologized about his fingers. She secretly liked hearing him go ow ow ow. It made her feel like she could make him hurt, since he always managed to hurt her emotionally. She might as well dish it out physically, right? Right.
“Pizza. I’m not feeling Chinese right now.” she answered, head tilted as she set her chopsticks down and the empty bottle too. “I’m going to have to double up on groceries huh?” she asked with a thoughtful smile. Rangiku wasn’t prone to looking thoughtful, it was almost sweet on her face.
Nope no realizing that yet. Gonna be fun trying to explain that one! She settled back in her chair to look across at him. She didn’t say anything but she was smiling softly, a quirky little smile that had melted from that thoughtful one. Something nice was on her mind.
That would seem like a fair enough trade. Gin was pretty good at dishing out some emotional hurt to others. Keep dishing it out, Rangiku? He can use a few more servings.
"Yeah. Probably gonna have to," he said with a sigh, trying to finish off what he had left to eat. He was taking his own sweet time. Gin wasn't the type to be rushed and he liked watching her with that thoughtful expression, or her quirky little smile. It made it easier to see her change in moods or thought, which was in such stark contrast to his mannerisms.
"Rangiku," he said, knowing by the way she was smiling, she must be thinking of something really nice. Before anything else could be said and done, he should try to mention one thing, "I should warn you...ya might want to keep your energy contained a bit. I'm talkin' about later on, around others who aren't Shinigami. Think of yourself as a bottle of sake. Ya gotta keep the bottle closed ta keep the sake in it, or it'll spill and fall out, an' everyone'll cry or slip an' fall down in it, and get hurt."
He grinned like a jackass and finished with, "I kinda like my metaphors, since I can put 'em in ways you can relate to."
Don’t worry, Gin, Rangiku was going to make sure you felt every ounce of pain she felt. Be glad your woman is a strong one, Gin, she’s one tough cookie. And she loves you.
“Goodie.” she said sarcastically. She may be good at grocery shopping but it didn’t mean she LIKED doing it, either. “That’s okay. Small price to pay, really.” she was content to watch him eat. Usually she took her time (unless she was stabbing a salad to death) but she’d been so hungry she didn’t care.
The smile changed to fit what he was saying. “Oh. Dumb question. How do I manage that one?” she stared at him for a moment before that thoughtful smile crept back onto her face. She couldn’t help it. She was thinking of happy memories and it just kind of settled in place on her face. She didn’t want it to go away, anyways, really.
"Easy, pretend ya got somethin' to hide," he said, sticking only the tip of his tongue out her like nyaaaaaaaaaah before he took a drink of the sake he had poured for himself, before she went and downed it all. She's not only a tough cookie but a glutton. He loves her. "You'll haveta practice keeping it corked. Otherwise you're gonna turn into somethin' insane like that creepy Kurosaki kid. His reitsu was leakin' out all over the damn place."
Gin shook his head like that was a damn shame. And also that he was wondering why she was smiling like that, but asking her might be another one of those loaded questions best avoided.
"What're you so happy 'bout, Ran~gi~ku?"
So much for not asking.
"Oh.alright." She said as she looked down at the table. Filling it away for later use. She sighed a bit then smiled again.
"Just daydreaming about happy memories. That's all really" she smiled again before feigning innocence. She moved when he said her name that way.
She was a terrible glutton.
"Wonder what kinda happy memories those are," he hinted, like he might have a clue. He even shifted around, eyes open to watch her as he slowly drank the rest of his sake. "You look a lil' shifty. You having trouble sittin' still?"
Uh huuuuuuuh.
She smiled at him. Her smile was warm and loving and shook her head gently. “Feeling good is all.” she brushed her hair out of her eyes and looked up at him. “Plus you know I love when you say my name that way.” she laughed softly. “Good memories are good. Just remembering little stuff that makes a day perfect, ya know?” she said gently as she got up out of her chair and walked over to him. She had problems sitting still. She was feeling too good to be too lazy.
She leaned down to run her fingers along the side of his jaw and pull his face up to hers for a sweet, lingering kiss. She tasted like sake and vanilla.
"I dunno if you should say little," he replied with a laugh, and then watched her as she moved toward him. The moment their lips met, his own hands made their way to her face and he let his fingertips drift down, cradling her neck in both hands, thumbs gently rubbing over her jawline.
That kiss was savored. If she tasted like that, then there was little chance he was going to be ending it any time soon. In fact, by the way he started to stand up, it was obvious that he was going to be moving them elsewhere. That would probably be done by periodically peeking one eye open to navigate.
She gave him a look. “I mean some of the small things you do you baka!” she teased him as she sighed softly. Then practically melted into his fingertips. She loved his hands on her neck, thumbs on her jaw.
She laughed against the kiss softly as he began navigating them to the other room. One eye was cracked open to help watch where they were going. Foot banged into the corner of a wall, a wince and a giggle.
It's ok? He shoulder bumped the wall trying to move her back so she didn't stub her toes. He mumbled the words 'clumsy butts' against her lips and laughed a little at them both, before pausing in the hallway to let one hand move down over the side of her body, leaving it resting on her hip. The kiss deepened, even more since they were stopped.
They were the picture of gracelessness on this trek to the bedroom. Not going to lie, they were normally pretty graceful folk. Sorta anyways. Rangiku had her moments of gracelessness, but overall. Right now? Nope not graceful. As his hand ran down the side of her body and rested on the curve of her hip, she found time to lace one hand through his hair, the other wrapping around his neck. The lack of movement meant she could lean into the kiss, sighing happily into it.