AN: Was anyone else seriously annoyed by that whole thing Kubo set up with Matsumoto and Gin? Usually, he caters to the fans first :(, but that was…such a letdown.

Shinso

-6-

At times, it spoke. (If he had anything resembling honor, Gin would have sworn on it.)

The little switchblade he'd stolen from that one man that one day had a presence larger than life. When he held it, it was lead. It was heavy, dull, aching to be used for something other than cutting up fruit. It slipped from his hands whenever he tried to use it, if it wasn't cutting through small animals, it cut through his finger. Gin would stare and wonder, even when it swelled and became infected, why he couldn't feel any pain.

When he didn't hold it, his fingers itched, twitching at his sides.

He needed to use it. It needed to be used.

It seemed unnatural to leave it tucked into his kimono. The blade sucked the energy from the air itself, looming. No one else knew about it – Gin was sure no one would believe it. Not even Matsumoto, who only saw it as a "stupid boy thing".

Some nights, he swore he could see it – the soul-sucking spirit. Yellow eyes watched over him from above.

Gin held it, tracing the tip with open eyes. "What are you?"

With a serpentine tongue: "Shinso."