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((This is backdated to take place the day after the spiked tea and subsequent Time For Sex~! encounter. Apologies in advance if my responses are lagged. I'll keep up with this as often as I'm around. ^_^

Warning... this is going to get pretty violent and gory, with both players' consent, of course.))



Byakuya had nearly been able to excuse Gin humiliating him once, because he had, it seemed, participated willingly in every act, though he still couldn't say why or how he'd undergone such a severe lapse in judgment. It wasn't that being intimate with a man bothered him any more than being intimate with a woman would have; he was normally indifferent to both sexes when it came to useless urges like attraction and desire, and he indulged neither. Gender was completely irrelevant.

It was the fact it had been Gin.

When the unfathomable happened a second time, and he had been quite unable to stop himself from engaging in further depravity with a man who was essentially his mortal enemy, that was when Byakuya decided he would suffer nothing more. He no longer cared if it was possibly his own fault, or the fault of a defective gigai that caused him to behave strangely -- Gin should have known better, and should have stopped things from progressing as they did. He would be made to regret his mistake.

---


Byakuya stalked through the corridors in his shinigami form, searching for and then following Gin's unique reiatsu. Few people acknowledged his presence, and they likely couldn't see him at all. It was just as well. What he had planned wasn't likely to be something many would want to witness even if they could.

Date: 2006-05-25 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] perpetual-smile.livejournal.com
Gin had been lounging, without his gigai, in an empty room in one of the towers, admiring the view out across the forest. Leaning with his arms hanging over the windowsill, completely relaxed and content, he considered the past couple days. He had he managed to take advantage of Byakuya not once, but twice (what had gotten into the man?), and on top of that he'd also, he felt, neatly gotten the upper hand in a conversation with Professor Maturin (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/487767.html?thread=23777367#t23777367) later the previous evening, and thereafter had the best sleep he'd had in decades. Probably due to all the activity, Gin supposed.

It was probably about time to make his trip, Gin considered. He had things to tell Aizen, and the no-kill rule and the overall lack of interestining violence was beginning to get on his nerves. He could go find some of the leser hollows to 'play' with...

Of course, that little problem was about to be fixed.

Date: 2006-05-25 05:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] perpetual-smile.livejournal.com
((I love your icons. I do. <3))

Gin first felt it without consciously realizing, shoulders tensing, a little unease seeping into his otherwise relaxed state. But the source of that oppressive force became clear to him quickly, and by the time Byakuya arrived, Gin had turned to face him, still smiling as usual. He hadn't been hiding himself particularly, but now his own reiatsu began to quickly, steadily, rise. People on the floor above and below this one were likely starting to feel very uncomfortable.

"I've told you before, Byakuya, I don't want to fight you," Gin smiled. By this point it was a futile gesture, he knew, but it had to be said.

And then he was gone without waiting for a reply, shunpoing from the window down across the rooftop, and moving quickly across the field, heading for the forest. Gin didn't want to waste this much energy at the outset, but a head start was a good idea.

Date: 2006-05-25 12:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] perpetual-smile.livejournal.com
The warning was brief; the sudden flare of reiatsu and the phrase, 'Ikorose, "Shinsou,"' gave only a moment's notice before the gleaming length of Gin's blade passed between the trees on Byakuya's left, shooting forward at a frightening speed.

Gin didn't want to kill Byakuya. But if he could manage to seriously injure the other shinigami, it would be easier to deal with him later.

Date: 2006-05-26 01:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] perpetual-smile.livejournal.com
The plan of striking though the cover of trees had been a good one, but there was one major flaw. Gin couldn't bring Shinsou back to its much shorter form before Byakuya struck.

Gin did his best to block it though, twisting to pull his arm back in towards himself and try to get his own shortening blade between himself and Byakuya's zanpakutou. Steel rang on steel, but there wasn't any real power behind the parry in such an awkward position, and skin and muscle took some of the strike. Gin kept his sword arm, but Senbonzakura bit into his forearm and shoulder, and in the split second it took for their blades to meet again, the trail of blood had made it down Gin's arm to drip down his hand.

Gin was no longer smiling.

Nevertheless, he continued the more straightforward assault, and the two shinigami darted between the trees, their movements punctuated by the clashing of their swords, and Gin's smile, though faint, returned again.

"I wouldn't have thought you to be so upset yesterday, Mr. Sixth-Division-Captain," Gin said, Shinsou meeting Byakuya's blade sharply enough to spatter blood from Gin's injured arm onto Byakuya.

Date: 2006-05-26 01:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] perpetual-smile.livejournal.com
If it hadn't been such a pitched battle, it would have been almost amusing to watch the changes of expression flit across Gin's face, his displeasure readily apparent each time Byakuya scored a near-hit, including one which glanced off Shinsou but still managed to rip through Gin's sleeve and down through the side of his kimono. But still, Gin smiled on his own attacks, pressing forward each time an opportunity presented itself.

"Oh yes, I knew. But who would be able to resist the Kuchiki charms?" Gin said, voice mocking as their swords rang against each other again. He showed none of the strain he must be feeling, blocking such heavy strikes with his injured arm. The next opening left by Byakuya was met with a flurry of quick, sharp thrusts, trying to put Byakuya on the defensive as best he could.

Date: 2006-05-26 10:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] perpetual-smile.livejournal.com
((Oh no, it's all good!))

Gin didn't answer immediately, but his small grimace of pain made his feelings clear enough.

He knew he wouldn't be able to keep up this pace of attack for much longer, and he hadn't planned to let it go on originally. But forcing Byakuya back fed into the part of Gin that beamed maniacally when he slaughtered Hollows, the part that said it was just as nice to see Byakuya covered in blood as in other bodily fluids. So he continued, the realization that he'd moved into tactically poor ground not at the forefront of his thoughts as he pushed the battle forward into the long grasses of the clearing.

"All this over a little indiscretion," Gin smiled. "I would have thought you'd have learned by now! So much pride can't be good for your health."

The pace slowed only slightly before Gin broke away, flash-stepping back for a moment's breath. Shinsou's hilt was soaked with Gin's own blood, and heavy drops fell from the guard onto the grass, red on green.

Date: 2006-05-27 03:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] perpetual-smile.livejournal.com
"You intend to take it this far?" Gin's smile was blank. Byakuya's injured pride was one thing, but bringing out bankai was too close, in Gin's mind, to the way they would have to fight, on more serious grounds, at some later date. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

Gin eyed the innumerable blades. He hadn't seen this form of Senbonzakura before, but it neatly defined the reason he didn't want to fight Byakuya. Or at least, one of the reasons. He renewed his grip on Shinsou's hilt, and prepared to defend.

Date: 2006-05-28 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] perpetual-smile.livejournal.com
Though he would never admit it, the rows upon rows of swords made Gin nervous. And knowing Byakuya, there was the possibility that all of those could probably come towards him at once. So his attention wasn't as fully on Byakuya as it should have been when Byakuya flash-stepped to his side.

He was only a tiny fraction of a second too slow, muscles burning from earlier wounds. That was enough. Gin had brought his arm around to try to block, but the edge of Byakuya's blade only glanced off the hilt and Gin was unable to do anything more than divert the course of the strike a couple degrees. Senbonzakura sliced cleanly through his already injured forearm down to the bone. It was all Gin could do to keep from dropping his zanpakutou, and he flash-stepped back across the length of the sword-encircled area, moving his left hand up to hold Shinsou two-handed, with his right grasping the hilt only loosely.

"You thought that unpleasant? Then I'm not sure if you can stand this," Gin said, drawing back Shinsou before thrusting the blade high into the air. The tip shot forward, the sword lengthening until the tip pierced the murky blackness overhead and long metal blades came sluicing down from the heavens (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJZZ2fopunU), spearing into the ground all around Byakuya.

Date: 2006-05-28 05:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] perpetual-smile.livejournal.com
"You don't say?" Gin smiled again, smiled more than anyone with their right arm nearly mangled should. In some ways the two of them were very much alike. "I'm honored, Byakuya." Which was true, to an extent; there was a certain level of respect for another's abilities that came with using bankai against them.

Neither one of them had backed down so far, and so even though both were bleeding, it seemed entirely possible that it could go until one or the other was doing their best impression of a human-shaped pile of assorted parts surrounded by a large pool of splattered blood. Gin didn't want that to be him.

What he needed was a distraction. Lifting Shinsou with both hands again, he extended one index finger alone from the hilt, pointing across the field. "Hadou #4: Byakurai." With the declaration of the spell, the thin line of blue-white lightning shot from his fingertip towards Byakuya. He didn't expect it to hit; that wasn't the point. In the instant the flash of kidou ended, Gin disappeared, and reappeared behind where he expected Byakuya to dodge to, Shinsou pulled back and ready to stab forward.

((I think it's about time to bring it to a close, eh? :) ))

Date: 2006-05-29 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] perpetual-smile.livejournal.com
((We're probably a couple of sickos for enjoying the blood this much~!))

Byakuya's move was perfect. Elation at the initial feel of Shinsou driving into Byakuya's body, a solid hit, became instantaneous horror as Gin felt the sickening sensation of several blades slamming into and passing into and even through him with unnatural force. Shinsou fell from his already weakening grip when they hit, one sword driving through his shoulder with enough force behind it to send Gin to his knees, the hilt pressed up against his shoulderblade. Yet another ran through his leg and stuck firmly in the ground, pinning Gin in place. And, by planning or accident, of the others that pierced him one drove straight through Gin's already badly injured forearm, right between the two bones.

Worse than the sound they made when they hit was Gin's bloodcurdling scream of agony.

He choked it back on his next breath, and from were he had fallen on his hands and knees, his left hand twitched. Gin wanted to pull out the sword through his other arm, but the world seemed to be greying out before his eyes, and he was forced to concentrate on just staying conscious through the pain, panting heavily. He looked up at Byakuya with his eyes open, red irises matching the color of the blood spattered across his face in thick drop and heavy lines. But then Gin's body spasmed against the stiffness of the swords running through his body and his head dropped to cough thick spatters of blood and spit onto the grass.

Shinsou lay only a handsbreadth away, but Gin's chances of recovering and using it were, at this point, nil.

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