fanfiction || the secret sits [Bleach] || snippet
Title: the secret sits
Fandom: BLEACH
Rating: PG
Genre: Hurt/Friendship/Comfort
Pairing: Gin/Ran/Hitsu
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Inspired by the Robert Frost poem.
Summary: We dance round in a ring and suppose\\But the Secrets sits in the middle and knows.
There is always a secret to begin with. And there will always be a secret to keep from. It is this secret that makes the world go round-round-round the Sun, and from tilting too far-so far that it would fall right off it's own axis. Or... so it seems.
They are dancing the most dangerous of dances-the most deadly for sure. And Rangiku wonders when exactly everything will shatter in a flurry of blood-spattered-words; spice-soaked-tears.
He smiles and smiles, the secrets-secret-hide behind his eyes; eyes Rangiku can't see fortheloveof-she's had enough.
The slap is sharper than Shinsou's edge and stings worse than Soifon's-taichou's shikai. He doesn't respond, only stands there, letting the mark swell and ripen. It hangslingershangs in the air, suspended by gossamer-made-webs of secrets\secrets\secretsthatshehates.
...I've had enough...
The White-Crowned-Prince worries too much. He worriesworriesworries about things too old, too long in existence for someone his age. He knows something is wrong, horriblyterriblyterribly wrong-else his Sharp-Eyed-Princess wouldn't frown... she never frowns this much.
He watches her as she sighs, bringing a bottle of dreams to her lips; dreams that can null out the confusion\questions\sorrow\pain\painpainpain. Her eyes droop half-closed, misty like early March mornings, or April afternoons, when the rain's finally abated. He watches and watches and thinks to himself-what is going on?
"But you promised, no more secrets!"
Everything breaks, like Rangiku knew it would.
Words taste like iron and burn on the way out; tears freeze to hailstones on her cheeks and clatter to the floor.
She hasn't seen her Captain like this since... since that brown-eyed-girl had fallen in love with the Evil King and sold her soul to the Devil Himself. She hasn't seen him like this since they told him that Little-Miss-Peach-Girl was never going to be the same-she's never waking up... .ever... She hasn't seen him like this since he soaked Grandma's yukata with apologies and vowed to become stronger; it's not often that he's ever like this.
.ever.
"You promised... promised..." His voice cracks. She cries harder; silent silent tears that shatter the world. Faintly, she realizes that he's crying too.
"Yeah... I know... no more secrets..." She doesn't know what else to say-no. She can't say anything else-no. There is nothing else to be said...yes.
What was she thinking?
What is he thinking?
Ichimaru Gin smiles-a Mona Lisa smile-but slightly bitter, slightly nostalgic, slightly more... human. The White-Crowned-Prince could never have his Sharp-Eyed-Princess because the Grinning-Fox with secrets behind his eyes will always hold her heart.
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