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Post by Kisuke Urahara on Jun 9, 2011 10:45:20 GMT -5
Kisuke was as close to shocked as he could be: there was a look of confusion on Gin's face, something he had never seen before.
Holy hell...I managed to throw a curveball at the most devious bastard on this side of the World of the Living.
If that thought alone didn't make him smile, nothing else could.
In all honesty, the question had been rushed. It WAS late, he WAS tired, and he had been in no mood to clash wits with Gin when the man was only spying on him, and essentially teasing him. The fighting choice was obvious; tired or not, Kisuke would much rather bang swords than wits with the former Captain. The choice involving Gin leaving was obvious too; why fight when Kisuke could kick him out?
THe other choice...
Well, that's subject to debate. Would Kisuke have enjoyed it if he had selected the second choice? Only time would have told. If he was being honest with himself, Gin WAS fairly attractive and was probobly a blast between the sheets. And if Kisuke was being VERY honest with himself, Gin was also psychotic, and would most likely try to kill him at least once if they tried it.
Plus there's that whole issue with him being a traitor who's attempting to destabilize the balance of the universe...
So why had he asked?
"Why, Gin?" he asked, leaning against a wall. His mind quickly settled on two options: either blow it off and leave Gin with two choices instead of three, orrrrr....screw with his head some more.
He grinned and reached to tip his hat so that it covered one eye and shadowed his face mysteriously.
"I've always preferred to ask, why not?"
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jul 7, 2011 10:06:54 GMT -5
For a moment more, Gin sat there.
If nothing else, he was speculating about how Lord Aizen was probably wondering where he was by now. This was a mission just intended to spy on the enemy. If you could really call him that at this point. Eyes opened just to the slit, they flickered over to the other as he used flashstep to get up, from on his back to on his knees, and he lifted himself the rest of the way while dusting himself off.
He watched as Kisuke's smile grew wider, pleased with himself. From where Ichimaru stood, he merely waited for a moment, rolling his shoulder joints and spreading his feet apart an inch farther, better leverage from where he stood. Because wasn't he ALWAYS weighing his options? It had never ended, and the cycle was vicious. There were always options. And Gin wasn't one who considered the rules or consequences when thinking of the fork in the road. Although the problem was with Aizen, you were forced too. The consequences were too great to ignore, as it were.
A small sound like a mumble came from the man before he streched his whole lanky form. It was a bit like a cat getting off of the floor, his shoulders scrunched and his arms went forward and he made another small noise with the effort.
The initial question had surprised him. Unexpected, nothing less.
Ichimaru chuckled.
Mess with my head?
"Ya' have always preferred ta' ask? Ain't tha' a bit criminal?" He asked with a small laugh, his voice almost serenely smooth now. If anything, the question had seemed to make him more relaxed. It was most likely because, with talk of sex out there, anything went. Jibes could now consist of anything. Obviously he was thinking of how when he first entered the Court Gaurd Squads he had been quite, quite young. Of course he had grown up quickly by Aizen's side.
That thought made him frown for double reasons.
It was like another cross roads almost. Should he in one way, betray Aizen? It was no question that he and Aizen had sex quite often. He supposed the big question there was, were there truly any feelings behind it? By now, his eyes had flickered toward the floor instead.
Or Kisuke. Which would most likely be a one time thing.
Hrm.
"First of all, I honestly can't believe 'm actually considerin' this." Gin said aloud with a snarky grin thrown at the other. I was more of a sneer, but probably for different reasons than the other would think.
A laugh came from Gin, and it shook his shoulders, yet it was a gentle laughter as he thought of something.
"Well. Which one of us would be 'n top? In yer opinion. Don' change it 'cause I asked."
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Post by Kisuke Urahara on Aug 3, 2011 19:34:59 GMT -5
"On top?"
Kisuke cocked an eyebrow at that, partly because Gin had even asked and partly because, truth be told, it was one of those questions that always seemed to throw him off. Had he had sex with a guy before? Of course. Had he topped before? Certainly. Had he bottomed a few times? Wellll...more than a FEW times. Which did he prefer? Not even Kisuke was really sure about that.
To distract himself from the puzzling question, he tried to ponder what in the world would make Gin even ask. The traitor's observe-and-report mission was already in shambles, and Kisuke was quite sure that, standing by Aizen's persuasive side for as long as he had, Gin would have more than a little sense of attachment to the man. Whether out of fear of having Aizen kill him for straying to another's bed (EXTREMELY unlikely), or from the suspicion of finding that there was NO attachment, as far as Aizen was concerned, the shopkeeper had been fairly certain that Gin would have just left, or duked it out for a minute before fleeing.
What do you think Aizen would do, Gin, if he found out?
Kisuke knew perfectly well what would happen: the overlord would calmly and coldly inform Gin that he had been played all along, and was just as dispensable as any of the other pawns under Aizen's fingertips. Kiuske's time around Aizen had been short, shorter than most people would need to get a good idea of what he was like...but Kisuke, observant, quick-on-the-draw Kisuke, had seen and heard enough to clue him in to the fact that Aizen didn't feel attachment, or passion, or connection. He felt for himself and no-one else...and nothing would ever change Kisuke's mind on that.
But that is neither here nor there...
Blinking, Kisuke brought himself back from his thoughts and replied snarkily to the slit-eyed man, smiling a little as he realized that the gloves were coming off their teases.
"Well, Gin, since you ARE considering this much already, we might as well see how much further you're willing to go." He tilted his hat back an inch with a flip of his cane, letting one leg cross over the other as he did so. His gray eyes shone clearly from under the wide brim and locked with Gin's barely-open slits.
"As for which of us would top...we could always fight for it. Though since I'd really rather not crater the city in a duel for dominance, I'll make you a deal instead. If you can convince me toward one position or another, I'll settle for that. Up or down, top or bottom...just make me a convincing case and I'll consent." He winked once, and grinned more thinly.
"I'm fair that way."
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