Bleach fanfic
Rating: T
Warnings: May contain spoilers, character death(s), yaoi
Pairing(s): GinKira of course

Based on Espada vs Seireitei RP, but with GINKIRA!

One-shot ^^
"Ichimaru Gin..."
Izuru shunpoed out onto the battlefield, his Zanpakuto drawn and the blade humming with anger. His eyes were narrowed, and as he saw who Rukia had spoken to, he stopped dead in his tracks, Wabisuke falling to the ground.
He recognised the Reiatsu.
He knew that voice, and only one person he knew spoke with a Kansai accent.
He saw the mop of silvery hair, and his heart almost stopped.
Izuru opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't bring himself to say the name of the man who had caused him so much pain. He inhaled shakily and finally spoke.
"Ichimaru...taichou..."
Gin turned his head to look at his fromer subordinate, his permanent grin widening. He stepped toward Izuru and put a hand to Shinsou's hilt.
"...Naa~ Izuru, ya goin' to kill me...?" he said dangerously, his eyes opened a crack to reveal blood-red pupils.
"Shame... I was goin' to spare ya..."
Izuru's eyes widened in shock, and he picked up his blade quickly, raising it just as Shinsou slammed against it.
"You traitor... why did you come back here?!" Izuru yelled hoarsely, tears welling up in his eyes.
I missed you so much...
"I came back t' see ya, Izuru... I missed ya..."
Izuru's heart skipped a beat, but Gin was joking. The silver-haired Shinigami leapt back, before disappearing from Izuru's view.
Suddenly, he appeared again, inches in front of the blonde fukutaichou. The tip of Shinsou was pressed against his throat.
"I can... it's just one word..." he whispered in a deadly tone which caused Izuru to freeze. He looked up at Gin, terror evident in his icey-blue eyes.
"Y-You wouldn't..."
"Oh I wouldn't?" his voice was sly. He knelt down in front of Izuru and put a hand on his head, Shinsou lay directly in front of Izuru's stomach.
He stared directly into Izuru's eyes, he could see the panic and it drove him insane.
"Ya have a five second head start fukutaichou..."
Izuru let out a small whimper and fell backwards. He sat on the ground, not able to look away from Gin's eyes.
"5..."
"4..."
Izuru panicked, but he couldn't move. His legs refused to move and Wabisuke lay just out of reach.
"3..."
This is it... I'm going to die...
"2... Why aren't ya movin', Izuru? Ya wanna die...?"
Izuru quickly picked up Wabisuke, holding it in front of him, but he still couldn't move.
"1..."
Just as Izuru thrusted Wabisuke forward into Gin's gut, he felt the cold metal of Shinsou shoot through him, pain spreading throughout his body. He looked up at Gin, who's grin had disappeared, and blood ran from his mouth. Izuru inhaled shakily, finding breathing increasingly difficult within each second.
He closed his blue eyes in defeat, and suddenly felt soft lips pressed to his own. He opened one eye and couldn't believe what was happening. Gin rested one hand on the back of his subordinates head and kissed him, Wabisuke skewered right through him.
Izuru kissed him back, tears running freely down his face as he felt his heartbeat slowing down.
He broke away after a few more seconds and rested his forehead against Gin's, unable to hold himself up.
"...I-I missed... you... taichou..." he choked, his eyes closed as he felt his heart slow even more, shaking in pain.
Gin smiled sadly, eyes filled with pain as he too felt the blood running from the stab wound and his breathing ragged and uneven.
"Gomen na... Izuru." he whispered, his hand still on the back of Izuru's head, stroking his hair softly.
"I-I lo-"
At that moment, Izuru's heart gave in and he fell limp against the older Shinigami, who shivered in agony and held onto him as his own Reiatsu vanished and he collapsed.
Gin lay in a bloody heap on the ground, his arms still around the blonde, both of them lifeless.
For the first time in 30 years, it rained in Soul Society, as if mourning the loss of the 3rd division's fukutaichou and the traitor... Ichimaru Gin.