[ it was an open secret among the captains and vice-captains, as well as some members of the 7th division that akutagawa gin had been in love with urahara kisuke, and that his death had left a mark. but gin is resilient and much like the first departure had elected to continue. she had responsibilities and she had, for better or worse, the legacy of what kisuke created and what he wanted to protect to look after. even if mayuri and her had radically distinct ideas on how to go about that.
to shinigami months are nothing, years and decades are easily passed too. it is only once a couple of decades sink in that gin feels the ache in her heart lessens one morning for some inexplicable reason. she feels as if the memory of urahara is no longer painful enough to just pull away from. she looks at the sky, drinking her tea contently.
and so the decades keep going. the world changes, and the shinigami do not. she smiles more often, leaves behind her mask and need to pin her hair up. captain hirako says she looks happy before they enter a meeting together and gin-for the first time in a long time-agrees.
she doesn't forget, though. that's not possible.
when the newest third seat of the 7th confesses that he's fallen in love with her, gin rejects him but decides against sending him elsewhere. he does good work and, it's brave of him to confess so respectfully to his boss. gin doesn't mind, she just simply doesn't have the heart for it.
and so it goes. it became an open secret that captain akutagawa is beautiful and impossible to attain, like reaching for a star crossing the nightsky too fast to even wish upon. gin smiles more often, she follows order, she has a sense of belonging.
things are going well.
...and then of course the alarms go off. an intruder in her squad's barracks? that's unforgivable. gin is happy to let iba handle it until apparently, she is not because the intruder kicked him in the face and escaped.
she takes a deep breath and goes hunting. she doesn't even need to look far, is this intruder an idiot to just hang on the wall looking over like that? well, it doesn't matter, she's capturing him unless he is a threat that must be eliminated. from this position she can only see the hood he's wearing, not his face and that is perfect. her footsteps make no sound, closer, closer, closer—
and that is how akutagawa gin's beloved knife ends pressed against sato naoyuki's throat. ]
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to shinigami months are nothing, years and decades are easily passed too. it is only once a couple of decades sink in that gin feels the ache in her heart lessens one morning for some inexplicable reason. she feels as if the memory of urahara is no longer painful enough to just pull away from. she looks at the sky, drinking her tea contently.
and so the decades keep going. the world changes, and the shinigami do not. she smiles more often, leaves behind her mask and need to pin her hair up. captain hirako says she looks happy before they enter a meeting together and gin-for the first time in a long time-agrees.
she doesn't forget, though. that's not possible.
when the newest third seat of the 7th confesses that he's fallen in love with her, gin rejects him but decides against sending him elsewhere. he does good work and, it's brave of him to confess so respectfully to his boss. gin doesn't mind, she just simply doesn't have the heart for it.
and so it goes. it became an open secret that captain akutagawa is beautiful and impossible to attain, like reaching for a star crossing the nightsky too fast to even wish upon. gin smiles more often, she follows order, she has a sense of belonging.
things are going well.
...and then of course the alarms go off. an intruder in her squad's barracks? that's unforgivable. gin is happy to let iba handle it until apparently, she is not because the intruder kicked him in the face and escaped.
she takes a deep breath and goes hunting. she doesn't even need to look far, is this intruder an idiot to just hang on the wall looking over like that? well, it doesn't matter, she's capturing him unless he is a threat that must be eliminated. from this position she can only see the hood he's wearing, not his face and that is perfect. her footsteps make no sound, closer, closer, closer—
and that is how akutagawa gin's beloved knife ends pressed against sato naoyuki's throat. ]
You should have run further.