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[gintsune]

Who: Izuru (sealship), Gin (gintsune)
What: An Ex-captain goes to retrieve his mindfucked lieutenant.
Where: The dock.
When: Present.

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[sealship]

The mirror had cracked, and then it had broken, and now the pieces of shattered glass lay littered all across the open ground, and Kira hadn't just walked in it; he'd practically rolled around in it. He might have hated himself a little more for that, too, because he knew it was pointless, that it was stupid, that it was just another game, and it wasn't even a game that he had the capability of winning. For as much talent as he had as a Shinigami, Ichimaru countered him easily enough in everything he did, and he'd never been a match for his captain. It made sense, though, didn't it, because Ichimaru wouldn't have ever picked someone to stand in place beside him if he knew that they were able to best him at anything.

And it's why Kira wouldn't have ever been good enough, no matter how goddamn hard he trained. But it went deeper than that, too, and his nails dug into the bark of the thin and wiry tree he stood next to. It went much deeper than that, because it wasn't just about Kira's ability to kill Ichimaru. No, not really. It was

[gintsune]

He could practically feel the unease radiating off of Kira before he so much as spoke. It was a common thing. A common feeling. The man was devout and meek and a Hell of a fighter when he found it in himself to be, but even that stemmed from devotion in the end, and who was there in the world that he was bound to so tightly as Gin? He knew it, knew it well, and he was smiling when Kira approached - smiling when he turned to face him, a long moment after that weak-at-best greeting had faded to nothing and was lost to the air with the same ease that Kira's utter commitment was lost on Ichimaru

[sealship]

Kira honestly hadn't even considered going for his zanpakutou. Even when it had been drawn, and even when his temper had flared dangerously for all of five seconds, he hadn't ever really considered the possibility of killing Gin. That might have had something to do with the fact that it just wasn't a possibility, however. The only thing he could ever do when it came to Ichimaru was follow orders, was to listen to him as if nothing had changed, as if he hadn't betrayed him or anyone else in the Soul Society

[gintsune]

It was more than he could've come to expect, for Kira to be so calm. Pretending to be so calm, rather. Calm and afraid but utterly lacking that murderous intent that had claimed him in those few moments, and he couldn't help but wonder just how ran had explained to get him so very worked up. It didn't matter now; there wasn't any sign of that malice resurfacing, there wouldn't be so long as Gin kept a close watch.

"'m alright. Y'look a li'l worse f'the wear y'self."

Painfully casual and even kind, that counteractive quality that all but negated his venom, that made him so hard to despise and yet so easy to want to hate