Seireitei Monogatari
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
173
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64,105
Reviews:
898
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
1
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Sorry
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Title: Sorry
Characters: Gin/Matsumoto
Rating: T
Warning: spoilers, hetness, some creepiness, angst, fluff
Words: 935
Description: She wonders if being sorry is good enough.
Dedication: For Wednesday1990, who wanted this pairing and probably would have liked something positive but got… this instead.
She wishes that she could love him. Despite what others think, there is a lot about Gin that is lovable. There’s more beneath the surface, more to him than the prodigy with a creepy smile. After all, Rangiku knew Gin before he ever entered the Academy and before he blazed his way into the fifth division. She likes to think that she knows who Gin really is.
He’s the type of man who wakes up early because he likes to watch the sun rise. To feel the cool breath of the morning on his face. To enjoy the sensation of a world in the midst of waking, holding its breath on the precipice before slowly, languorously shifting into a new day.
Gin’s the sort of man who presses close to her in the middle of the night, desperate for body heat because he just can’t get enough. Who would rather pillow his head on her shoulder or stomach or thigh. Would rather trail fingers down her sides or nuzzle against her belly. He likes to drag his fingers through her hair, gently combing out the tangles. He presses his face into her neck, inhaling the fruity scent of her soap.
Gin’s the sort of man who hoards his affection like a Kuchiki with wealth. But once he believes he’s found someone worthy of it pours all his emotion into his being. He’s a man who loves with every inch of his being. Who soaks himself in those warm, tender emotions, never showing them to anyone but those he values.
Rangiku knows all these things about him. She knows how tightly he clings to her hands at times. And how well he can cook because he’s only ever done that for her. She knows that he finds lame puns amusing and has a bad habit of making them in the middle of ordinary conversation. And she knows how deeply his skin flushes when she kisses him and how hungry those kisses can be.
Rangiku’s not blind. She knows that there’s a darker side to him. She knows that a part of Gin hungers for power. That he hates being helpless. She knows that he can kill without blinking. That he can watch Kurotsuchi perform his dissections with the detached air of a madman. She knows that sometimes he comes back to her carrying the sharp and bitter scent of blood. It clings to him though she can’t see it. And sometimes, his lips taste of death.
Nor can Rangiku deny that a tiny bit of her is thrilled by that dichotomy. By the hint of danger wrapped around Gin’s lithe form. It should frighten her. But then, this is Gin. Someone she has known longer than anyone else.
He’s hiding something, Rangiku knows that, too. That there’s a secret side to Gin that he shows no one, not even her. Though sometimes, she catches him looking at her as though he’s considering letting her in on the secret. As though the information is bobbing to the surface, desperate to be given, before he buries it again.
Maybe he’s scared of her reaction, what she’ll do if he tells. Maybe Gin’s worried that she’ll leave him. Rangiku doesn’t know, but she does know that Gin loves her. It’s not so much that he says it, but that he shows it. Perhaps not in public where others can comment and mock and spread rumors. But behind closed doors, his feelings are so obvious. In his arm, Rangiku feels like the most beautiful woman alive. A precious thing. A jewel or rich silks. Or an expensive, aged bottle of sake.
She feels like the top of the world.
More than anything, Rangiku wishes she would return those feelings. That she can love Gin as much as he loves her. That she can make him her only one. That she doesn’t need anyone’s touch but his. Anyone’s taste but Gin’s own.
She wishes these things heartily, but that doesn’t give them any weight. Nor does it make them any more real. That doesn’t stop her from slipping out of another man’s bed, finding her missing clothing, and disappearing into the night. They don’t stop her from checking her appearance in a small mirror. Looking for obvious marks and rearranging the cloth of her shitagi.
Rangiku creeps back to her quarters rather than returning to Gin’s to spend the night with him. She washes in silence, unable to shake the sensation that she’s also bathing in guilt. She wonders why she can’t just take Gin’s love and return it wholeheartedly. She wonders why she just doesn’t let him go if it’s a hopeless venture.
And months later, when she’s standing on a dusty hilltop, feeling betrayal knife through her and make the air taste sour, Rangiku wonders why Gin’s the one apologizing. Why his sorry falls so easily from his lips when it’s Rangiku who should be begging for forgiveness.
She wraps her arms around her waist, hugging herself, wondering why it hurts so badly. Why she wants to scream and yell and hurt something – someone – the same way she herself hurts. She wonders why she can’t look away as Gin rises into the sky, abandoning all of Soul Society, leaving her behind.
Rangiku watches him leave and thinks that it’s all she deserves. She wonders if he would have stayed if she’d just loved him properly. If she had felt the words she told him. If the silent apologies had been more meaningful. Represented with deeds and not just words.
And sometimes, Rangiku also wonders if being sorry is enough.
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a/n: More requests are on the way. I promise! I hope you enjoyed this one!
Title: Sorry
Characters: Gin/Matsumoto
Rating: T
Warning: spoilers, hetness, some creepiness, angst, fluff
Words: 935
Description: She wonders if being sorry is good enough.
Dedication: For Wednesday1990, who wanted this pairing and probably would have liked something positive but got… this instead.
She wishes that she could love him. Despite what others think, there is a lot about Gin that is lovable. There’s more beneath the surface, more to him than the prodigy with a creepy smile. After all, Rangiku knew Gin before he ever entered the Academy and before he blazed his way into the fifth division. She likes to think that she knows who Gin really is.
He’s the type of man who wakes up early because he likes to watch the sun rise. To feel the cool breath of the morning on his face. To enjoy the sensation of a world in the midst of waking, holding its breath on the precipice before slowly, languorously shifting into a new day.
Gin’s the sort of man who presses close to her in the middle of the night, desperate for body heat because he just can’t get enough. Who would rather pillow his head on her shoulder or stomach or thigh. Would rather trail fingers down her sides or nuzzle against her belly. He likes to drag his fingers through her hair, gently combing out the tangles. He presses his face into her neck, inhaling the fruity scent of her soap.
Gin’s the sort of man who hoards his affection like a Kuchiki with wealth. But once he believes he’s found someone worthy of it pours all his emotion into his being. He’s a man who loves with every inch of his being. Who soaks himself in those warm, tender emotions, never showing them to anyone but those he values.
Rangiku knows all these things about him. She knows how tightly he clings to her hands at times. And how well he can cook because he’s only ever done that for her. She knows that he finds lame puns amusing and has a bad habit of making them in the middle of ordinary conversation. And she knows how deeply his skin flushes when she kisses him and how hungry those kisses can be.
Rangiku’s not blind. She knows that there’s a darker side to him. She knows that a part of Gin hungers for power. That he hates being helpless. She knows that he can kill without blinking. That he can watch Kurotsuchi perform his dissections with the detached air of a madman. She knows that sometimes he comes back to her carrying the sharp and bitter scent of blood. It clings to him though she can’t see it. And sometimes, his lips taste of death.
Nor can Rangiku deny that a tiny bit of her is thrilled by that dichotomy. By the hint of danger wrapped around Gin’s lithe form. It should frighten her. But then, this is Gin. Someone she has known longer than anyone else.
He’s hiding something, Rangiku knows that, too. That there’s a secret side to Gin that he shows no one, not even her. Though sometimes, she catches him looking at her as though he’s considering letting her in on the secret. As though the information is bobbing to the surface, desperate to be given, before he buries it again.
Maybe he’s scared of her reaction, what she’ll do if he tells. Maybe Gin’s worried that she’ll leave him. Rangiku doesn’t know, but she does know that Gin loves her. It’s not so much that he says it, but that he shows it. Perhaps not in public where others can comment and mock and spread rumors. But behind closed doors, his feelings are so obvious. In his arm, Rangiku feels like the most beautiful woman alive. A precious thing. A jewel or rich silks. Or an expensive, aged bottle of sake.
She feels like the top of the world.
More than anything, Rangiku wishes she would return those feelings. That she can love Gin as much as he loves her. That she can make him her only one. That she doesn’t need anyone’s touch but his. Anyone’s taste but Gin’s own.
She wishes these things heartily, but that doesn’t give them any weight. Nor does it make them any more real. That doesn’t stop her from slipping out of another man’s bed, finding her missing clothing, and disappearing into the night. They don’t stop her from checking her appearance in a small mirror. Looking for obvious marks and rearranging the cloth of her shitagi.
Rangiku creeps back to her quarters rather than returning to Gin’s to spend the night with him. She washes in silence, unable to shake the sensation that she’s also bathing in guilt. She wonders why she can’t just take Gin’s love and return it wholeheartedly. She wonders why she just doesn’t let him go if it’s a hopeless venture.
And months later, when she’s standing on a dusty hilltop, feeling betrayal knife through her and make the air taste sour, Rangiku wonders why Gin’s the one apologizing. Why his sorry falls so easily from his lips when it’s Rangiku who should be begging for forgiveness.
She wraps her arms around her waist, hugging herself, wondering why it hurts so badly. Why she wants to scream and yell and hurt something – someone – the same way she herself hurts. She wonders why she can’t look away as Gin rises into the sky, abandoning all of Soul Society, leaving her behind.
Rangiku watches him leave and thinks that it’s all she deserves. She wonders if he would have stayed if she’d just loved him properly. If she had felt the words she told him. If the silent apologies had been more meaningful. Represented with deeds and not just words.
And sometimes, Rangiku also wonders if being sorry is enough.
a/n: More requests are on the way. I promise! I hope you enjoyed this one!