Ahahah, I dun see ya denying it. Does that mean ya think I’m sexy, Nanao-fukutaichou~? ^.^
“Don’t flatter yourself.” Nanao said coldly. The only indication of embarrassment was the light pink tinge on her cheeks.
“Nani? Ahah, I dun haveta flatter myself!” Gin laughed, his arms folding across his chest. “Yer doin’ a good enough job at that!”
That’s awful nice of ya, Starrk-san! I’ve waited this long fer dried persimmons anyway, so what’s another few days~? [smirks]
Oh? Somethin’ else…? Now ya got me curious! I’ll try it, whatever it is!!
“Since you like persimmons, I figured I’d make a dish that at least was made from them.” He held a small dish out towards Gin, motioning for him to try one.
“They’re persimmon puddings prepared en sous-vide. It was my first time making them, so the might not be what you were expecting. Either way, I hope you enjoy them even if it’s just a bit.”
If it was possible to witness extreme excitement light up through a person’s squinted eyes, Ichimaru Gin was certainly displaying such a look as he stared at the persimmon puddings. His smile widened, no longer threatening, but instead completely welcoming. He suddenly felt like a child in a candy store, looking up at their favorite treats.
“Ya really didn’t haveta do this…!” Gin exclaimed, however he kept inching closer, ready to devour the puddings the instant he got his scrawny hands on them. “They look delicious, Starrk-san! May I take one a’ these off yer hands~?”
Before he even received an answer, the ex-Shinigami reached out to take on, and soon enough he was shoving the entire dessert into his mouth. He munched happily, delighted to have a taste of his favorite fruit once again. Even if it wasn’t dried persimmons, that persimmon flavor he loved so much was still found within the pudding, and it was more than enough to satiate his taste buds.
After spending some time making his rounds down the hallways of Las Noches — After all, in Aizen’s absence, the Second in Command was left in charge of his kingdom — Gin proceeded to head over to Menos Forest to conduct some training. It had been a while since he had gotten himself into shape, and being the snake that he was, he desperately needed to make sure he was in the best condition he could be in.. especially if he wanted to be successful in his plans for revenge.
So, Ichimaru Gin headed out with his zanpakuto tightly pressed against his chest, cleverly tucked into his robes. It would only be a matter of time before he was in his favorite spot, where he could be alone to talk to Shinso. It wasn’t often that Gin fell into enough of a peaceful state in order to meet with the snake that kept him in check, but every so often, a meeting with his zanpakuto spirit was necessary. After all, he was relying on her power to eventually poison and break down Aizen’s cellular structure in order to kill him. he had sacrificed a lot for his goals, and he needed to have everything completely planned out.
What he wasn’t expecting, however, was for another zanpakuto spirit to be hanging around in Menos Forest. Not only was it a zanpakuto spirit, but it was Ichigo’s, the Shinigami Daiko’s zanpakuto. Gin’s face went from shocked to curiously amused as he stared at Tensa. “What’s a guy like yerself doin’ in such a dangerous place, hm? Ain’t tha Shinigami Daiko worried ‘bout where his precious lil zanpakuto ran off to~?”
Why hello there human~ ^.^
That was a point that he had overlooked; Gin’s time with Aizen-sama was a lot longer than his own. Gin had only been a child when they had met and from there the relationship had bloomed. Truth be told, Aizen-sama’s lieutenant had always been Gin, regardless of what the Gotei 13 and the Captain Commander thought about it. The unease had not left, but perhaps he could just narrow it down to jealousy? Did he envy Gin?
“In a perfect world, Gin,” Tosen began, splitting the Garganta open and stepping out into the World of the Living, “I would be beside Aizen-sama. I believe, should Aizen-sama’s plans succeed, I would stand by his throne while the world was reshaped. I would assume, however, that you would be there with us, and so I must learn to tolerate your presence.” He tilted his head slightly, smiling. “That was a joke, Gin.”
He frowned at Gin’s quiet remark. “I don’t believe you are right, Gin. Aizen-sama might be mildly amused by the workings of his Espada, but I doubt they surprise him. I think, if there were words to explain it, Aizen-sama is watching a movie play out, having already read the book.
“Unless of course you believe that he did not expect the rebellions and relationships to occur when he gathered the Espada? If they were truly a hassle he would intervene. No, the only real surprise would be if Baraggan and Harribel wed, and unless senses have dulled I think we may be saved from such an event.”
Gin walked into the World of The Living with ease, a smile plastered across his face as he turned back to acknowledge his friend’s words. “That was a pretty crappy joke, Kaname,” Gin chuckled, “But I guess I gotta tolerate yer presence as well, ne?”
It was amusing to Gin really, the image of Tosen standing beside Aizen as his Second in Command, instead of himself. Gin couldn’t help but wonder what his life would be like if he hadn’t chosen to follow Aizen all the way to Hueco Mundo….—When he stopped to think about it, however, the mask that he wore seemingly fell apart, a frown pulling at his lips. Would he be happy if he had stayed? His life had become so filled with revenge, that he couldn’t focus on anything else. What was he doing? How was this plan of his helping anyone in the long run? He’d lost everyone he ever really cared for along the way, and never even stopped to consider their feelings.
Gin quickly shook such thoughts out of his head. This is why he chose to ignore his feelings; they only got in the way. He had adopted traits of a sociopath, masking his emotions so that they didn’t burden him while he tried to seek his revenge. He didn’t need a conscience, or to feel love and pain; such emotions were only a hindrance to Ichimaru Gin.
As Tosen spoke about a lack of surprise in Aizen’s life, Gin’s smile quickly returned to his face. “Maaa, that’s a horrible image in my head! I can’t see tha Segunda with anyone, really. If anythin’, he’d just have an affair wit that crown a’ his~” With a chuckle, Gin took in the slight breeze emanating from the human world, letting it push back his hair a bit.
“So, where we headed now? Ah, I know! Let’s go get somethin’ ta eat, an’ then get some of that human sake…~~”
“I can not allow you to spend your own allowance on this event, Gin-” he leaned forward to take the wallet off his friend, but instead grabbed something somewhat larger. It had a small lump on its front side, and his fingers brushed across two indents. He frowned, trying to figure out what it might be. It was certainly not a wallet. He moved his hand further across the object, noticing how it was rather cylindrical. He kept his hand on the side of this object for a few more moments, concluding eventually that it was indeed Gin’s face.
“Perhaps we should just wander until we find a place,” he murmured, pretending the mishap hadn’t occurred. “If you’ll follow…” He opened a Garganta at an intersection down the hall, where there would be more room. He stepped to the side to allow Gin to enter first.
“I’m still paying,” he warned, lightly touching the hilt of his Zanpakutou. “It would be unjust to force you here only to rob you of your money. Aizen-sama would think me a gold digger.”
Gin just stood there in shock as Tosen’s hand slowly brushed across his face. His eyes opened wide, his mouth slightly agape as he tried to figure out what he was to do in this sort of situation. He nearly dropped the wallet in his hand while Tousen continued this slow caress of his face, but after he was able to take in the moment and get over the surprise of his companion’s wandering hand, he shoved the wallet into his pocket and closed his eyes once more.
The Second in Command loosely grabbed Tosen’s wrist, dropping his hand down to his side. “That ain’t my wallet, Kaname,” Gin murmured in response, although he was unable to fight off the amusement in his voice. His lips twitched into a smirk, and he nearly let out a laugh. “And yer not forcin’ me to do anything, so stop that. An’ stop touching yer zanpak—….hey, how come ya get ta carry that with ya!? Ya don’t see me bringin’ Shinso along! Maaa, I thought this was a date!” he teased, folding his arms across his chest in feigned annoyance. Still, Gin followed after Tousen, stepping into the Garganta and waiting for his friend to follow.
“Wherever we go, there better be some good food. I gotta say, I’m gettin’ awful tired of the meals in Las Noches. Do arrancar even have taste buds?” Gin whined as they continued to walk through the dark. “I’m pretty sure they don’t taste-test the food they make us, at least.”