Ever since he found out what Aizen's zanpakutou really did, Gin has been . . . well, not afraid, but there is that thread of unease. Never to fully trust his senses again (for he knows Aizen far too well to think that Aizen wouldn't use it on him), never to be truly sure that he's alone --
It's easy to toy with Kira, but when it comes to those snatched moments with Rangiku, those times when he would bury his face in her hair, he imagines his Captain standing in the corner and watching, always watching.
He would be smiling, smiling so gently.
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