A Man After Midnight

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Characters: Hisagi Shuuhei, Matsumoto Rangiku
When: March 29, eveningish
Where: 9th Division
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Shuuhei's got answers; Rangiku wants them.

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She was a woman who was carefree enough in her day to day life, so much so that some people who had never seen the other side of her, probably even doubted that a serious side existed. It did, but it was the type of thing that Rangiku only really showed when the situation warranted it. Even in the midst of battle, she could still be slightly cocky and seemingly not serious, though this too was just a ploy, a facet of her personality, for when people were riled up, they made mistakes, and she was smart enough to see a weakness like that and exploit it while the exploiting was good. Yet, on the flip side, she could have that deadly calm and serious side to her that only showed itself when it was really needed. After all, life was too short (despite how long they lived) not to be easy going and have fun while one could.

It had only been rumours up until this point, rumours that were whispered ever in the halls of the 10th. It wasn't hard to notice the worried looks on her division members faces, or the side glances that they had shot at her through out the day. Some, probably, had gone looking for answers, while others had waited for an official statement to be issued to them. Rangiku herself knew enough about rumours, for she herself was often involved with them, whether being part of one, or learning of one. Yet, she also knew that there was falseness in every rumour, but that there was also a smidgen of truth to them as well. She'd had enough of rumours right for the time being.

He still didn't look completely healed himself, for she knew he had been in the 4th recovering as well. She'd visited briefly the one day, though it seemed like ages ago now. She would have told him to remain seated and not bother, but he was already up and coming to a stop before her. With the motion of his head, Rangiku moved and sat herself down on the couch. Elbows on her knees, she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands, before once more tossing her gaze to him. Blue eyes regarded him for a moment, seemingly stoic, before she inclined her head.

"Everything," she echoed, for it wasn't every day that something like this happened.