#godkilller

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ℍ𝔸ℙℙ𝕐 𝔹𝕀ℝ𝕋ℍ𝔻𝔸𝕐, ℂ𝔸𝕊!

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❝ Done and dusted. Oi, Sosuke────! Gin wanted me ta tell ya he thinks you're a punk-ass li'l bitch. ❞

This aura felt familiar. It made Jane blink as she looks up into the night sky; --- Red gaze picking up a hint of white that caught her attention. Her lips part with a sigh as she speaks up. ❝ Is that you ... ? Gin? ❞

RANGIKU HAD NO CONTROL OVER THE WAY HER EYES STUNG, OR THE WAY HER EXPRESSION TWISTED AS IF TO MATCH GIN'S OWN.  She blinked back any tears that threatened to spill in favor of comforting him, knowing fully well that if she didn’t stay in control of her emotions, she would send Gin spiraling even further.  This was almost too much, too reminiscent of memories they both wanted to forget.

The way she had hovered over him, then —- blood pooling underneath his broken body as she openly sobbed, almost too terrified to act….

The blonde lieutenant shook her head, as if to free herself of those dark, lingering thoughts.  Gin was alive…. He was right here, and she would save him, consequences be damned. Rangiku continued to ignore the Onmitsukidō’s presence all around them —-- instead, she gripped at Gin's left hand, and kept her eyes trained on his. ❝ I’m right here, ❞ she spoke with the utmost urgency, though her tone was hushed, meant only for him to hear. 

Rangiku did her best to ignore his death grip on her hand; the way her bones strained as his fingers tightened around hers, seeking anything that would help ground him, help root him in this moment. Her heart ached in her chest as she witnessed his pained expression —-- his eyes were screwed shut as he fought through the pain, tears wetting his eyelashes and starting to roll down the sides of his face as she continued to pin him down. Whatever she was feeling whilst locked in that death grip was nothing in comparison to what Gin was experiencing…

Rangiku had to actively fight her urge to look over at his arm as it rebuilt itself; bones snapping back into place as veins and nerves weaved through reconstituted muscle.  The sounds alone were hard enough to ignore —- she found herself whispering sweet nothings into his ear, as if to distract them both from what was happening.

❝ You’re okay, you’re going to get through this, I love you so much…. shhh, just breathe, you’re okay, you’re safe—-- I’ve got you… ❞

When Gin’s eyes finally shot open, Rangiku moved in, pressing her forehead to his whilst holding his gaze as best she could.  Her eyes searched for any signs of acknowledgement, though he seemed a million miles away —--- blinded by the pain, no doubt, though she was reluctant to give up on her attempt to pull him back to reality.  ❝ I’m here, it’s me, Gin —-- look at me, ❞ she pleaded as her free hand moved to cradle his cheek.  Her thumb swept away any lingering tears, seeking only to comfort as he slowly made his way back to her. And when he finally took that deep, gasping breath, Rangiku drank it in fully.  

❝ That’s it, baby, breathe for me… nice and slow, ❞  she encouraged, before pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. This was a good sign… he was no longer paralyzed by the intensity of his pain, or the fear of what was happening to him.  Though he was still unable to speak…. Unable to say anything, really, outside of the strained mention of her name.

Recognition, finally…. thank the gods.

Rangiku couldn’t help but wonder how this had happened… and how Kurotsuchi-taichō was involved in all of this.  She knew that the man was annoyed by Gin’s insistence on wearing the scars of his past  —-- his refusal to heal the wounds inflicted upon him, as though he felt his penance was directly linked to his broken form —-- and while the blonde had her own feelings on the matter, ultimately it didn’t matter.  It was Gin’s decision, to carry on with his life like this… no one else’s. Rangiku had respected his feelings, despite disagreeing with them.

...Though it seemed that others did not share the same sentiments.  The Onmitsukidō needed to be inspecting the ruins of Kurotsuchi-taichō’s lab, and searching for answers as to why both captains were missing from a mandatory meeting. But of course, they had jumped to conclusions… Rangiku wasn’t surprised that they had immediately sought out the war criminal —-- though she was quite furious.