Unrequited love

Gin fidgeted and fussed with his notes, waiting behind the podium to be called upon. Toushirou, with much cajoling from Gin and even from Matsumoto (who had no clue as to what was going on), was already up before the court retelling his story. “Yes sir,” He answered to some question that Gin hadn’t heard. So far Shirou had kept quite calm and collected as he went through every detail of that day. Gin could see the pain wanting to break through but he didn’t dare to let any show lest the others see it.

“And then you went to the bath house?” The judge asked shuffling through the notes and reports from Toushirou and many others who were involved in the search. He seemed to find what he was looking for and looked up at Toushirou, “Mr. Oogawa saw you that morning entering the bath house. I have his statement here.” The judge started to read out the testimony of the man who had been surprised by the sudden appearance of a captain at his bath house. After all Toushirou rarely came down to THAT bathhouse and when the captain had thrown more than the correct fee at him, it made an impression on him and he also remembered clearly seeing the mess on the other’s face. While he thought it was something else…he did remember it.

Ichimaru gulped and looked down at his hands. He would be up soon because he was there when Shirou had come back from the bath house. When he heard his name called he jumped a bit, his notes falling from his trembling hands and scattering across the floor. The trial was only two days after they had seen the man in his jail cell, and Gin was almost thankful they hadn’t dragged it out. He wasn’t sleeping and the reason why he was trembling so badly was because of all the caffeine he had had to down to keep himself going today. There were dark circles under his eyes. Even Matsumoto had noticed even though she was about as observant as a dead man was.

“Yes sir, in a second, I’m sorry. I dropped my papers.” He muttered going to his hands and knees to get all of the sheaves off of the floor. He looked up towards the judge and gave an embarrassed smile. Shirou had noticed the dark circles too and he looked worried from where he sat and waited for Gin to take his place. Gin went to stand and bumped his head hard against the table he had been scrounging under. He rubbed it and chuckled a bit, feeling sick to his stomach. Was he really going to get up before these people and tell them that it was that man who had done this?

The scraggly man had cleaned himself up for court his hair was washed, his teeth brushed and his skin scrubbed until it was nearly pink. Despite the delousing the man had obviously received, there was still a dirty air about him that made people, to include his lawyer, cringe away. Despite brushing his teeth they were still rotting and the smell that issued from his mouth when he grinned over at Gin pervaded the court room.

Gin had to concentrate hard on what Shirou had promised him when this was all over. He had been staying with Shirou for the last two nights and Shirou had noticed how little he was sleeping. Gin had lied and told his lover that it was because he was afraid to go to trial against the man. So Toushirou had promised him a blow job that would suck his brains out through his cock if he testified that he saw the man enter his house. Toushirou, judging by the look on his face, really wanted to put the man away. Gin didn’t want to disappoint his lover.

But Gin knew it wasn’t that man who had raped Toushirou.

He was sure he was going to be ill before he even reached the podium that Shirou had vacated. The seat was still warm behind it. He swallowed hard, trying not to think about what he was doing. The man was bad, he had hurt others, and he had hurt little kids for god’s sake. He couldn’t let a man like that back out onto the streets where he could hurt kids…kids who were defenseless.

Gin looked up at the four others he had come here with…Toushirou, Matsumoto, Kira and the bee chick; he could never remember her name. He felt the butterflies in his stomach ease and the urge to vomit retreated. He cleared his throat and started to read from the statement that Matsumoto had filled on his behalf. He had to read from it, he didn’t remember the description he had given of the man he had supposedly seen break into the house.

If he thought that he would just give his testimony and leave the court room for a smoke, maybe even a gulp of sake taken in secret, he had been wrong. The man, while looking better groomed than he had when Gin and Shirou first met him, was still wild of nature. As soon as Gin had finished reading half of what Matsumoto had written in her report, the rapist shouted an inarticulate roar, standing up and yanking roughly at the cuffs that restrained him to the table. Gin nearly toppled out of his chair, if those cuffs weren’t attached to a table that was bolted into the ground he would have gotten free. While he couldn’t have done more than HOP around the place, it still frightened Gin and he nearly pissed himself.

“That’s enough!” The judge bellowed, hammering his gavel against the bench he sat. Guards rushed in with their sticks shaped like football end zones and beat the man into submission. Apparently they didn’t much care for child rapists either.

“S…S-STOP!” Gin cried out before he knew what he was saying.

“I DIDN’T DO IT,” The man bellowed like a hurt bull still struggling against his bonds, “I wasn’t anywhere near that kid’s house! He’s too fucking old for me besides!”

“STOP IT.” Gin cried out with more authority this time. “This is a trial, not a god damned lynching!” He was about to leave the podium when the judge echoed his thoughts and the guards backed down but not without one final blow to the man’s gut. The strike doubled him over, and forced him to take his seat once more. He gasped and grunted in pain, eyes watering. They were wild as they glowered at Gin.

“I’m gonna rip your fucking dick off and make you eat it you fucking fagot!” He snarled so low no one but Gin heard him and it made the short hairs on his neck stand on end. Leaning away from the man, leaning as far as back in his chair as he could, he tried to pretend he hadn’t heard that. He was in chains he wasn’t going to escape, he was safe and by tomorrow afternoon this ass was probably going to be swinging from the end of a gallows’ rope. That didn’t ease the acid turning in Gin’s stomach.

“That’s enough evidence I think,” the judge said banging his gavel again and again trying to get his court room back into order. When silence fell again, the criminal having been dragged out of the room due to another sudden outburst, the judge cleared his throat, “I will decide his fate and announce his sentence later today, you are free to return to your respective squads, Captain Hitsugaya, Captain Gin.”

Gin was up out of his chair like a shot, rushing past Toushirou, Matsumoto and Kira and out the door. He needed fresh air and he didn’t care who he had to knock over to get it. He had never thought that it would go like that, he had hoped that the man would be locked up but…there was no way that the judge would rule him anything other than guilty after an outburst like that.

Slumping against the wooden railing of the walkway outside, he hung his head wondering if he was still going to be ill despite how calm his stomach seemed at the time. No, the only thing still roiling in him was his emotions.

“Are you okay Gin?” Shirou asked. He had hurried out after Gin worried about the man. He had been sure he would come out here to find him bent over ralfing his guts up like he had that night he had gotten drunk. The only thing that seemed wrong with Gin was that he was winded as if he had just ran a marathon with all four limbs dipped in led. Then there was the way that Gin had nearly jumped out of his skin when he had touched him, “Shit, don’t do that, you scared the crap out of me.” He scolded Gin because he himself had jumped and gasped at the sudden movement.

“Sorry,” he said not sounding very sorry at all. He sounded miserable.

“He’s a bad guy Gin…we both know that…why do you feel guilty.” He knew Gin’s guilty face from all the times he had caught the other doing something he shouldn’t. This was sort of like the time he had caught Gin jacking off into the tea pot in the eleventh’s squad. He had chewed the other out so bad and the whole time he wore the look he wore now. He reached up and tried to force Gin’s eyebrows to relax, they were firmly pulled down into a frown. Even the corners of Gin’s perpetual smile had dropped into a frown.

When Gin didn’t stop frowning, Shirou slapped that sharp foxy face. “Snap out of it Gin…really…what the hell are you upset about? Can’t you talk to me about it? We’ve screwed like…what five times over the past three or four days…and you can’t tell me what’s bothering you?” He asked forcing Gin to look at him. Maybe he could pry it out of the other yet.

Gin opened his mouth…maybe if he told the other this could all be stopped before it was too late. Yeah the bad guy would go back to molesting children because no one cared about what happened out in Rukongai but…he couldn’t keep lying to his lover. That was the sum of all his sleepless nights. He just hadn’t been sure how to tell the other. However, Toushirou had started the conversation for him, almost. “I…”

“Fuck that guy’s NUTS!” Matsumoto barked coming out with one arm looped around Kira. Kira, for his part, didn’t look too thrilled to have the arm of a woman who was probably riddled with syphilis, around him. He kept trying to shrug it off and failing miserably each time. Gin had to give him credit, most men in his position would have been pleased to have Matsumoto touch them let alone have an arm around them. “Shirou, thank god he didn’t slit your throat in your sleep. How did you sleep through all that anyways?”

Shirou’s face threatened storms long before she had even opened her mouth a second time and had firmly planted her foot in it. Gin winced expecting an eruption to equal Krakatau at least but the man just closed his mouth and crossed his arms over his chest before he turned back to questioning his lover.

“You were saying?”

They were cut off again by Matsumoto, “Let’s get drinks. I want to get the reek of that man out of my nose.” She wrinkled her nose as if she could still smell the other man’s bad breath stinking up the room. “C’mon Kira, I think you need a drink too you didn’t look to happy in there.”

He squeaked like some pathetic mouse being stepped upon when Matsumoto shook him about. Gin had always thought of the other as nothing more than a rag doll but this was going above and beyond his usual duties as door mat. “I mean….” He tried to say but he was already being dragged off.

Shirou thought for a second that Matsumoto had forgotten about them but soon her free arm was around Gin dragging him off along with Kira. “Hey!” He growled, stomping his foot unhappy with how things were going. He had been about to hear what was bugging his lover but now…he hurried after them managing to tug his lover away from Matsumoto for all of five seconds before the woman (the guts of that woman!) took hold of Gin’s hand and kept him in tow.

When it became obvious that he wasn’t going to have his way, he gave up. “I’ll be at my office when you can get away!” He called after his lover, seeing the apologetic look on Gin’s face. He sighed and turned to go in the opposite direction, this was the last thing he wanted. After that last outburst from that freak…he didn’t want to be alone but, he was in jail, right? He was safe.

Toushirou paused looking up at the sky just as a dark cloud (the only one in the sky) scooted over the sun. Suddenly he felt cold inside. Shivering he hurried on his way to his office. He hadn’t gotten much work done and he knew that his fukutaichou wouldn’t do work even if she were drowning in it and it were the only way to save herself. When he entered into his office he forgot his foreboding feelings.

There was paperwork EVERYWHERE!

His jaw dropped open and his eyes budged he wouldn’t be able to get through this amount of work even if he worked for a week, and that took into consideration over time every night that week. He felt a panic attack coming on and he went to lie on his couch. Maybe he should take a page from Matsumoto’s book and take a nap…he’d rest first. If he rested he wouldn’t be so panicked over the amount of work he had to do, he just felt that way because he was tired and emotionally drained from the trial.

He closed his eyes feeling tired and almost like a feather on the wind. The room seemed to spin but it was pleasant and he went with it a slight smile slipping onto his lips little did he know that elsewhere in soul society a disaster was underway.


The pin he had palmed during that little…’eruption’ in the court room had paid off. He managed to pick the lock and no one was paying attention to him because he had no spiritual energy to speak of. However, that was their stupidity, wasn’t it? One would think that he wouldn’t be able to access the kid’s fucking bedroom being a one armed man with TB and little strength to speak of. On top of it all he had a bad kidney for fuck Christ sake! About the only pleasure in his life was taking advantage of the local children. Then that uptight ass hole had to point the finger at him just cause someone fucking jizzed on his face! Well he was going to get that damned uptight prick, and the ass who claimed to have seen him? He was going to get pig stuck!

He grinned uncovering his disgusting teeth. He licked them at the thought of the blood he was going to draw. Maybe he’d really make his death sentence worthwhile maybe he’d eat the tall one’s guts after he stuck him. The sky was the limits. First he had to wait until they were asleep…

After all that would be the only way he’d get them…

Gin sighed watching Matsumoto, he had made his way towards the door seven times now but every time she had managed to catch him and drag him back. He was forced to drink another shot of sake or some other disgusting western liquor. He played around with the beer nuts that were in a platter on his table glowering at them as if it were there fault that he couldn’t get away from the bitch. He popped one of the nuts into his mouth and mashed it up with relish pretending that it was Matsumoto he was chewing up.

Someone came and sat at his table and he blinked, realizing that it was that weird guy from the forth squad. A sudden thought occurred to him and it made him give that odd, creepy, evil smirk he was so fond of giving. “Hey,” He said cutting the other off who seemed to want to talk to him. He was probably looking to flirt with him…guys who were gay could hardly keep their hands off of him and he had heard some rumors about this guy. “You want to have some fun…big boy?”

The other man blushed scarlet and pulled away as Gin leaned in, “W…what are …are you saying?” He mumbled, letting his eyes drop away from his superior’s.

“I am saying…if you want to have sex with me…I can make that happen if you do something for me.” Gin kicked his shoe off and ran his foot up under the other’s hakama and up that slender leg. The look on the other’s face would make him laugh under normal circumstances but he wanted…no he NEEDED to get out of here. He reached the other’s groin and started to rub it slowly thinking of how much fun this would be to do to Shirou one night. “Just one…little thing….”

“Sir I…” Whatever Hanatarou wanted to say was cut off as Gin captured his lips. Gin frowned a bit as he pulled away, the other hadn’t kissed him back exactly in fact it seemed more like he was trembling a bit. “Sir that’s not what I came over for…”

Gin’s face fell. He was not getting the results that he wanted from the man. He let the other go, “Then what did you come over here for?” He let his foot fall and put his shoe back on well it looked like he wasn’t going to get out of the bar THAT way…maybe another guy might come along looking to score. Well he’d do the same thing and outsmart them in the end because he was always more clever than the guys that came to THIS bar.

“I have a message,” He said his voice sounding odd; was that fear in his voice? “The prisoner has escaped. Some how he got out of the prison block because they can’t seem to find him anywhere.”

His mouth fell open a bit and he spluttered trying to find the words to express how he felt. The man had escaped, the man had ESCAPED. The thoughts kept repeating like a broken record in his mind, he escaped, he escaped, he ESCAPED, HE escaped… “Does…does Hitsugaya taichou know about this?” He managed to spit out the question. All thoughts of Matsumoto keeping him prisoner in this hell hole had flown from his head. All he could think of now was Toushirou…alone…and that psychopath loose to hurt him.

Even though he knew that Toushirou could take care of himself…if he wasn’t asleep that was. Gin was worried sick about whether or not that as was going after Toushirou or doing something much worst. He almost didn’t hear the response he had been waiting for from Hanatarou, “No he doesn’t…his lights were off. I figured he went home. He looked awfully tired when I saw him last.”

When the information caught up to Gin’s racing mind, he bolted from his chair knocking it over. One of Matsumoto’s cronies was on him in a flash trying to press a drink into his hand and another one was setting the chair back up. “Calm down taichou!” They echoed each other but Gin didn’t hear them. He was racing out of the bar before any of them could really get a grip on him and stop him. He looked both ways when he got out of the bar trying to get a bearing on which direction he had to go.

“Here I come Shirou,” He mumbled speeding off as fast as his legs could carry him.