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31 July 2009 @ 02:23 am
Morbidity [Gin x Rangiku]  
Title: Morbidity
Pairing: Gin x Rangiku
Fandom: Bleach
Genre: Angst, Backstory, Drama
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 811


When he met her, she starved and yearned for food and so, he fed her. She took from his hands, grubby and greedy, grasping for the cakes—snatched, devoured, in rapid bites. He smiled down at her, so small and pathetic. Gin shoved sticky buns and flaky biscuits into her hands.

Mouth white (rice flour), teeth chipped, and cheeks sore and torn (abscess). Still, she ate and ate. Gin laughed, was amused, was thinking: she will die (or whatever happened to souls left wandering) in a few days' time. And when that day came, he can take her body and sell it for a price.

There were rumors of a scientist—mad and incensed, diseased and gaunt from years of self-surgery—who bought bodies and dissected them. And heartless gossip was always right.

. . .

They met again when she was older. He had already aged, antiquated (premature, he explained). An oneiric, spasmodic image she stored away that emerged, and echoed promises unfulfilled. But she had changed too. And so, she took what he stole and offered nothing back.

Along sun-swelled streets of Rukongai, inside a little make-shift, leaf-dappled hut, she led him inside and stripped him of mortal ties—stirring clothes.

"I don't even know your name," she mused.

Gin (was said).

"Rangiku. Matsumoto Rangiku. I am—"

Shhh…he silenced her, ran kisses down—over—her throat, jaw, cheeks. She was supple and stiff, small and strong (every antithesis he imagined at once). Slowly, she untied the strings (holding their insides and confusions and unbearable restraints in place) and ran long, cold fingers over his body.

"I've never done this before," Matsumoto confessed.

"That's okay."

Hands—mouth—brushed over her breasts. Shuddered. Tangibly, something crept in and lodged itself there.

Matsumoto leaned back against the crumbled, littered sacks—filled with old sawdust and trashed balloons of dreams. Her spine bent, curved sharply (spikes poking out), and dug deeply into the cloth as he entered.

"I really don't even know you."

"That's okay."

Gin held tight against her legs, smooth and wispy-drawn (kicked up, dangling shakily). Nebbish, she had perceived him. Foolish, he thought of her. But they continued, and he was fully in now.

She pushed against him, struggling (the pain seared through flesh and bone). Breath heavy, erratic and raspy, she twisted and turned (oh, stop).



Matsumoto waited.

The room ruptured in sweat and blood. He disentangled their bodies, limb peeled from limb, and fixed his robes. Thanked her kindly and left—

(left her with the dread-dead feeling of being abandoned and used, like a prostitute.)

. . .

This was what morbidity looked like…

It is ravenous, mountainous, unscrupulous. Matsumoto scrubbed her body clean of black and dirt. In absolution, in ablution, purity is still just an ideal.

. . .

She learned to defend and fend for herself. But sometimes, he still visited her with gifts (mostly food). And she would always ask him why they were so hungry, so famished, so deprived.

—only it sounded more like depraved to him—

Gin sighed but did his best to answer, "Because we have reiatsu. Because we're meant for more than this hellhole."

And she would pretend like she understood perfectly, every pitch, every description painted under thin clear varnish.

And somehow, the sex changed too: more tender and less raw, almost sweet (if Gin were capable of sweet). She liked the feeling of embracing, holding, him close against the tiny concave part of her still-palpitating heart.

He made her feel alive, like for a small moment—a lapse in time—she could remember her human-days.

. . .

His announcement came abrupt and unwelcome: somehow, Gin was to become a shinigami.

Matusmoto pretended to be happy for him, because all his dreams (the obsessions which consumed him) came true. And she was no one to stop him.

Burden. Hindrance. The old hates rapidly jumped to snarl as of late.


. . .

He left days at a time now, never revealing the locations or his exact actions. Always something like: don't worry, Ran-chan, nothing to fret over, just you wait.

Just you wait.

And what should I be waiting for?

He kept grinning, and she kept retreating further into chagrin.

. . .

The one day, he vanished all together. Left no word, gave no advanced notice (as if he ever had the consideration). And now, Matsumoto was alone again.

But deep inside, she had suspected this—had prepared for this all the while she stayed with him. Because he was elusive and furtive, and she resigned long ago to never try and catch him. Nothing permanent, nothing promised. Someday, sometime again, they will meet.

. . .

She enlisted in the school, graduated with honors and applause, and rose quickly in shinigami ranks.

And when they did meet again, there was no trace of surprise in his face. It was like he had known all along.

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Y U no auto-translate?lye_tea on July 31st, 2009 01:11 pm (UTC)

Only for you. *cuddles*
dark_malignitydark_malignity on July 31st, 2009 01:14 pm (UTC)
this line rocked me: In absolution, in ablution, purity is just an ideal.

somehow this fic reminded me of a song-- You dont have to say u love me (Olinda Cho version) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4oe-K5MEvKk

It wasn't me who changed, but you, and now you've gone away.
Don't you see that now you've gone, and I'm left here on my own,
then I have to follow you, and beg you to come home.

You don't have to say you love me, just be close at hand.
You don't have to stay forever, I will understand.
Believe me, believe me, I can't help but love you,
but believe me, I'll never tie you down...

Y U no auto-translate?lye_tea on July 31st, 2009 01:17 pm (UTC)
I've never heard of the song before, but thanks for the link. Now I have something to wake me up this morning. :)
Þæs ofereode, þisses swa mæg: Urahara // Bleach000_hester_000 on July 31st, 2009 03:40 pm (UTC)
Damn you, why are you so good at writing these two?
manonlechat: Gin_Ichimarumanonlechat on August 1st, 2009 05:37 pm (UTC)
Great work--dark and angsty. Your Gin is terrifically chilling and I esp. liked the final two sections.
fornever_tash: Ethereal. Rukiafornever_tash on August 2nd, 2009 05:52 am (UTC)
She liked the feeling of embracing, holding, him close against the tiny concave part of her still-palpitating heart.

*Flails epicly in awe*
YX: Hitsugaya's Skysharikqah on August 2nd, 2009 03:39 pm (UTC)
Wow. This is a nice piece of work.

I like how you shift the focus of the relationship: you ended the story where I would've thought a Gin x Rangiku relationship would get most compelling. Almost like a cliffhanger.

And your portrayal of Gin here - he's all what you might expect shadowy, mysterious. But there's a kind of exploitation & blatant cluelessness in Rangiku that makes completely dominated by him.

Still think, though, the theme of "not being able to be caught" could've been used a bit more. Probably an additional paragraph on how her Gin's elusive nature helped fashion her attitude.