Abused

Summary: The abused will take no more. One of these days, they would get Ichimaru Gin to trip over his hakama. [slight spoilers for ch 414]

Abused

Shinso was a beautiful weapon: deceiving, lethal, and slim.

Very much like its owner.

All those who've watched Ichimaru Gin in action all agree that he was a master at killing. Those who have just begun would stare in awe at the swift motions beyond their comprehension and those who practice the same art would gape at the agile movements beyond their ability.

Aizen Sousuke remembered the fluidity of the dance that killed the third seat during his vice captaincy. Even as a practiced killer, he couldn't help but smile at the expertise.

Tousen Kaname would grudgingly admit that the smooth feel of reiatsu and almost nonexistent shifting of wind felt like strokes of a brush. Even as a blind man, he couldn't help but feel the mastery of the artist.

Slim, lethal, deceiving, but never hurtful.

Contradicting, they agree.

Quite contrary to the popular belief, Ichimaru Gin found no pleasure in physical torture, in mindless violence.

Never was he suddenly struck with the need to rip and tear flesh. Never did his blood lust lower him into primitive moods. He would never lower Shinso's dignity to that of superficial wounds without purpose.

And it showed in his everyday conduct.

Sure he would screw with people's minds. Send Kuchiki Rukia in a spiral of agony. Induce Hinamori Momo into a fit of rage. Deceive Kira Izuru with the blonde's incessant devotion. Hold Matsumoto Rangiku gently only to push her away harshly.

But never was his first action to reach for his sword.

That is what made his abuse hurt so much more.

The tears, the cuts, the scratches, the holes, the pure abuse from Shinso. Time and time again, they felt the cold metal piece them. Always somewhere different but always for the same purpose.

If Kira Izuru thought that he was Ichimaru Gin's fool, they begged to differ. They were the true fools.

If Matsumoto Rangiku wished to stay by Ichimaru Gin's side, they were willing to swap places. They knew the agony of staying by his side.

The first sign of abuse came early on, during the early stages of the man's Shinigami career. But it had always been very slight. A cut here, a slash there. Occasionally maybe a few loose strings.

They never knew how things would change for them.

Once Aizen's diabolical plan came into play, oh, that's when the true abuse came.

Ichimaru Gin's clothes would mourn the day they belonged to their owner.

During the altercation between Ichimaru and Hitsugaya, they lost their companion: the left hand sleeve.

Even their good friend, the haori, suffered a piercing wound that was never closed. The haori had long gone to rest and they envied its peace. But they quickly became friends with the new white overcoat. It was a small comfort for their fallen friends.

For a long time, there was peace. Ichimaru Gin did nothing to cause their ripping, tearing, or puncturing. They got comfortable without realizing it was the calm before the storm.

Here they were in Kurakara Town within Soul Society.

And once again, they lost the left hand sleeve.

To their fallen comrades they swore:

One of these days, they will get Ichimaru Gin to trip over his hakama.

—End—

A/N: I was reading ch 414 and thinking "it's always his left hand sleeve isn't it?" So I had to write this. Just think of all the abuse Ichimaru's clothes took throughout the years if he habitually used that move. (I doubt that he would be able to be caught off guard from behind much, but hey, it happened before)

My first attempt at humor. I typically enjoy reading humor more than writing it. Usually I go for the more solemn stories (notice how the beginning is very serious) but I felt that I had to explore. Sooo….I hope it wasn't too bad!

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