Man oh man, it's been a long time since I've written any fan fiction. Ah well, it can't be helped, I suppose. Anyway, I was reading a 100 theme RangikuxGin challenge, so I figured, what the heck, why not? I really need to get into the practice of writing again, and drabbles are nice and short. One a day, and I'll be so used to writing, I'll work on my novel more often, ne? Well, I hope, anyway. At any rate, the drabbles will all be vaguely connected, chronologically. Well, we'll see how it goes!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, all hail Kubo Tite. I'm also making nooo money off this. Otherwise, I wouldn't need to start job training as a waitress tomorrow. Blah.

1. Introduction

"Eat up," someone said, pressing something to her cracked lips.

After a long moment, Rangiku bit into something chewy, and good. So good after having gone so long feeling so terribly empty, hungry.

"If you can collapse due to hunger, you must have reiatsu," the boy said.

Rangiku looked up at him, saw strange silver hair, and a wide smile. Finally, she rasped out, "You… too…?"

"Yup. Me too," he said. "Ichimaru Gin. Nice to meetcha."

"Gin… That's a weird name."

He shrugged and pushed another of the strange, wrinkled things against her mouth. She ate obligingly, seeing he carried a small armful.

At the third one, she said, "What is this?"

"Dried persimmons."

"They're really good," Rangiku said, sitting up slowly. "The best thing I've ever had." From the kindest person she could remember; no on had ever given her food before.

The smiling boy tried one. "Yeah. What's your name?"

"Matsumoto Rangiku."

"Thirsty?" At Rangiku's nod, he straightened. "Come on. I have some water."

He handed Rangiku another persimmon when she was standing. Suddenly, Rangiku wondered if everything would be all right after all.

So, whatcha think? Reviewer love truly encourages me.