10_whores No8: Ichimaru GinxShiba Kuukaku
Ich. bin. so. krank. OO°°°°°°°°°°°
Und dieses Teil hier erst recht... Aber ich muss zugeben, irgendwie wars lustig. XD
Title: First Time
Character: Ichimaru Gin
Pairing: Ichimaru Gin x Shiba Kuukaku
Author: myojo_s_me
Rating: R
Prompt: #8 Eight
Warnings: Suggested rape.
Summary: Nobody will ever know who introduced Gin to sex.
Note: Kuukaku has got two arms in this piece. I don't remember that there is said when she lost her right one in the series, but I do not think that it was during her brothers academy days. And Gin is quite naive... XD Mah, he actually HAS changed since his childhood days. So why not here? XD
If you would ask Gin, it hadn't been rape. Merely forced sex. Kind of.
Later, he had adapted to this style of romance, never really getting anything else... nor longing for it. How to long for something you don't know about?
But now he was in charge... now it was always him who was in charge. Which was way better...
Was it? He reconsidered this. Again and again. And gave up in the end, always. He didn't really know. But he knew, that, whatever the answer might be, he wouldn't have a choice but to go on this way. He just couldn't.
Eight times it had been. He remembered every single one, much clearer than all the other after those with her.
The irritating thing about it was, that he could never tell when she would just grab him, neither the time, nor the place. There had been times when it happened about twice a week, then it had lasted more than a month until, without any warning, she had appeared again.
It all had started a night in early spring, shortly after they had met for the first time. It had been during sword lessons, they had been split into groups to practice a little bit and he had got her brother, Kaien, as sparring partner. Maybe she wouldn't even have noticed him if not her brother, being as cheerful and bright as he always was, had introduced them to each other. He didn't really remember this first encounter, but some days later, she had slipped into the boy's dormitory and made him come out.
That night had been the first. The first one with her and the one he had learned how sex worked (he still didn't know any other way). It also was the one he remembered best.
She had taken his hand, leaded him out of the room. They had been walking trough empty corridors, as silently as possibly. Neither of them had been wanted to get caught. Walking outside at night wasn't allowed to students, and entering the building at all wasn't allowed to non-students.
But why had he followed her all the times after this?
Maybe because the girl threated him different from all the others. She was the difference herself.
And not because of the fact that they were worlds apart regarding rank or origination. He was from the outer Rukongai, she from a noble family. She was always hanging out with her brother, and their friends Byakuya (who was really funny. He was such easily to tease.), Yoruichi (he never was quite sure who of the two girls scared him most... and not only him. Every male student, and maybe the female ones, too. One could never know what they were up to, and often it meant trouble for someone... And they were far too noble to controvert) and Kisuke (indifferent). He did hang out (if he did, for most of his fellow students shunned him) with people from similar low districts as his.
He knew that. He also knew that he most likely wasn't the only one she was playing this little game on. But he also didn't want to stop it... Not that he was in love. Obviously not.
Love was something Ichimaru Gin wasn't able to feel. Most likely. At least he had never until now. But the feeling that was closest to love (he thought) was for Rangiku. It was the wish to come back to her in the end. He always returned. Left, because it got too tight, because he didn't feel free anymore. But in the end, the wish to be with her was stronger, always.
No, it definitely wasn't love.
He didn't earn anything from it, either.
Rather... what? He didn't know. Attraction? Interest? None of those. Maybe only indifference. Or fear (if Ichimaru had been honest, he would have agreed on the last one. But he didn't want to admit. Even a man as unreliable and seemingly devoid of moral was to peacocky to admit his fear of something. Even more, if it was a woman.)
They had slipped into an empty classroom, and the Shiba girl had turned to him and smiled this superior looking smile of hers.
And Gin, freezing in the cold of the dark around him and trying to find a way to go back to his futon as soon as possible, had stood there and waited for her to say something. Which she didn't.
Instead, she approached, forcing him to step back until his hips hit a desk, hindering him to retreat further. He swallowed. What was that girl about to do?
He winced, when she rose her hand towards his head, running her fingers trough his hair. Stared at her confused, not quite sure how to respond, what the hell the girl was up to at all. His confusion changed into fear, when she tightened her grip of his hair, rested her other hand at the wood behind him and draw closer in general.
He had seen this before. Growing up in the lower quarters of Soul Society, not being deaf nor stupid, he had had to notice many things about the world around him. But it never had occurred to him, that something like that could happen to him. It was something adults did (which neither of them was, although they weren't children anymore, either) and something man did to women. Not the other way round.
He tried to escape, pushing against her, struggling to snatch his head out of her hands. But Kuukaku was strong, much stronger than all the women he know, stronger than him. And she didn't seem to be in a mood to let him go.
The desk, pressing into his back, seemed hostile now, as was the dark, which he liked for normal.
He was caught.
The black haired girls smile widened at the sight of his widely opened, scared eyes. She leaned in, as if to kiss him, but stopped shortly before and stared him right into the eyes.
“So your eyes are blue, huh?” Her face drew even closer, closer, closer. “I really wondered what their color is, you know? It's your fault that people wonder if you always keep them shut.”
To Kuukaku, it hadn't been rape either. Merely a game. Kind of.
Und dieses Teil hier erst recht... Aber ich muss zugeben, irgendwie wars lustig. XD
Title: First Time
Character: Ichimaru Gin
Pairing: Ichimaru Gin x Shiba Kuukaku
Author: myojo_s_me
Rating: R
Prompt: #8 Eight
Warnings: Suggested rape.
Summary: Nobody will ever know who introduced Gin to sex.
Note: Kuukaku has got two arms in this piece. I don't remember that there is said when she lost her right one in the series, but I do not think that it was during her brothers academy days. And Gin is quite naive... XD Mah, he actually HAS changed since his childhood days. So why not here? XD
If you would ask Gin, it hadn't been rape. Merely forced sex. Kind of.
Later, he had adapted to this style of romance, never really getting anything else... nor longing for it. How to long for something you don't know about?
But now he was in charge... now it was always him who was in charge. Which was way better...
Was it? He reconsidered this. Again and again. And gave up in the end, always. He didn't really know. But he knew, that, whatever the answer might be, he wouldn't have a choice but to go on this way. He just couldn't.
Eight times it had been. He remembered every single one, much clearer than all the other after those with her.
The irritating thing about it was, that he could never tell when she would just grab him, neither the time, nor the place. There had been times when it happened about twice a week, then it had lasted more than a month until, without any warning, she had appeared again.
It all had started a night in early spring, shortly after they had met for the first time. It had been during sword lessons, they had been split into groups to practice a little bit and he had got her brother, Kaien, as sparring partner. Maybe she wouldn't even have noticed him if not her brother, being as cheerful and bright as he always was, had introduced them to each other. He didn't really remember this first encounter, but some days later, she had slipped into the boy's dormitory and made him come out.
That night had been the first. The first one with her and the one he had learned how sex worked (he still didn't know any other way). It also was the one he remembered best.
She had taken his hand, leaded him out of the room. They had been walking trough empty corridors, as silently as possibly. Neither of them had been wanted to get caught. Walking outside at night wasn't allowed to students, and entering the building at all wasn't allowed to non-students.
But why had he followed her all the times after this?
Maybe because the girl threated him different from all the others. She was the difference herself.
And not because of the fact that they were worlds apart regarding rank or origination. He was from the outer Rukongai, she from a noble family. She was always hanging out with her brother, and their friends Byakuya (who was really funny. He was such easily to tease.), Yoruichi (he never was quite sure who of the two girls scared him most... and not only him. Every male student, and maybe the female ones, too. One could never know what they were up to, and often it meant trouble for someone... And they were far too noble to controvert) and Kisuke (indifferent). He did hang out (if he did, for most of his fellow students shunned him) with people from similar low districts as his.
He knew that. He also knew that he most likely wasn't the only one she was playing this little game on. But he also didn't want to stop it... Not that he was in love. Obviously not.
Love was something Ichimaru Gin wasn't able to feel. Most likely. At least he had never until now. But the feeling that was closest to love (he thought) was for Rangiku. It was the wish to come back to her in the end. He always returned. Left, because it got too tight, because he didn't feel free anymore. But in the end, the wish to be with her was stronger, always.
No, it definitely wasn't love.
He didn't earn anything from it, either.
Rather... what? He didn't know. Attraction? Interest? None of those. Maybe only indifference. Or fear (if Ichimaru had been honest, he would have agreed on the last one. But he didn't want to admit. Even a man as unreliable and seemingly devoid of moral was to peacocky to admit his fear of something. Even more, if it was a woman.)
They had slipped into an empty classroom, and the Shiba girl had turned to him and smiled this superior looking smile of hers.
And Gin, freezing in the cold of the dark around him and trying to find a way to go back to his futon as soon as possible, had stood there and waited for her to say something. Which she didn't.
Instead, she approached, forcing him to step back until his hips hit a desk, hindering him to retreat further. He swallowed. What was that girl about to do?
He winced, when she rose her hand towards his head, running her fingers trough his hair. Stared at her confused, not quite sure how to respond, what the hell the girl was up to at all. His confusion changed into fear, when she tightened her grip of his hair, rested her other hand at the wood behind him and draw closer in general.
He had seen this before. Growing up in the lower quarters of Soul Society, not being deaf nor stupid, he had had to notice many things about the world around him. But it never had occurred to him, that something like that could happen to him. It was something adults did (which neither of them was, although they weren't children anymore, either) and something man did to women. Not the other way round.
He tried to escape, pushing against her, struggling to snatch his head out of her hands. But Kuukaku was strong, much stronger than all the women he know, stronger than him. And she didn't seem to be in a mood to let him go.
The desk, pressing into his back, seemed hostile now, as was the dark, which he liked for normal.
He was caught.
The black haired girls smile widened at the sight of his widely opened, scared eyes. She leaned in, as if to kiss him, but stopped shortly before and stared him right into the eyes.
“So your eyes are blue, huh?” Her face drew even closer, closer, closer. “I really wondered what their color is, you know? It's your fault that people wonder if you always keep them shut.”
To Kuukaku, it hadn't been rape either. Merely a game. Kind of.