Chapter 244: Disillusioned (I)
<span style="font-weight:400">“Heading out at thiste hour, Harribel?”
<span style="font-weight:400">The soft voice drew Harribel''s attention, and she turned to find Izumi d in a loose t-shirt and denim shorts, looking awfully cozy in the rather warm environment. The former Quincy had settled in as if she’d always belonged here. And despite her clear yearning for Kazuya’s affection, Izumi seemed untroubled by his roster of other lovers—an attitude that Harribel found both admirable and refreshing.
<span style="font-weight:400">Less conflicts among them meant fewer headaches for Kazuya, after all.
<span style="font-weight:400">“My mind wanders every time I sit idly. I need a walk to cool my head.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Izumi nodded in understanding. “I can rte to that. I also can’t stop thinking about Otouto… which happens every other minute. I miss being in her warm arms.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The raw longing in Izumi’s expression softened Harribel’s gaze. “Izumi, it’s only been a day. Be more patient.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It feels like forever...” Izumi said with a sigh before shaking her head. “In any case, try toe back before dinner.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That is my intention.”
<span style="font-weight:400">With a parting nod, Harribel took her leave, setting out for her favorite spot to quiet her restless mind—the bridge overlooking the gently flowing river, the only one in the town. Bathed in the orange hues of the sunset, she reminisced about her times with Kazuya. She had gotten his messages through the Hell Butterfly but they couldn’t make up for theck of his warmth around her.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘This mission wille to pass soon… And we’ll be together again.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Lost as she was in wistful remembrance, Harribel almost failed to notice the approaching spiritual pressure until its owner was nearly upon her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“My, my… you look really sad out here, Harribel. Is yourpanion not around to keep youpany?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her solitude thoroughly shattered, Harribel nced up to find a familiar silver-haired Shinigami hovering above her, his smile no less unsettling in the fading sunlight. He was the only man capable of setting her on edge with his mere smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Did you have a fallout?” Gin asked, his grin widening a tad. “I’m usually good for rtionship advice but lesbians are outside of my expertise.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Harribel narrowed her eyes. “I do not need your advice on anything. Nor do I recall extending an invitation for yourpany.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She had little reason to believe the captain’s presence signaled a purification attempt on her—Kazuya would’ve informed her of the Soul Society assembling an expedition. No, Ichimaru''s motives were more personal in nature and likely tied to Kazuya in some fashion.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You look calm in the presence of a Captain. Do you not fear me ratting out your location to the Soul Society?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Your organization has nothing to gain from expending resources for a harmless Vasto Lorde, which will severely affect the bnce of souls in three realms.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya had answered many of her questions, among these was the question every Vasto Lorde had in mind — what stopped the Shinigami from invading Hueco Mundo and hunting down the most powerful Hollows?
<span style="font-weight:400">Gin raised his brows, smiling. “You’re more educated than I—we assumed. Did Kisuke tell you about the bnce?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Harribel maintained her disinterested expression. “If you have no pressing business with me, I’ll take my leave.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I was getting to that jeez.” Gin jumped down andnded on the bridge, facing her squarely. “Let’s say there have been… circumstances that require me to meet your beloved. Could you please direct me to her? Pretty please~.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, Kaz—” Harribel caught herself before calling her beloved’s name. “—Has no intention of meeting you. She made that clear when we met in Hueco Mundo.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Gin turned to lean against the railing, his gaze trained on the sluggish flow of the river below. “My reason foring here benefits her as well. The Shinigami she wishes to kill is my mortal enemy. I want to see him trampled, his arrogance smashed.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The sudden spike of bloodlust in Gin''s aura nearly stole Harribel’s breath—the man before her craved revenge. A revenge so thirsty that he would sacrifice his life to fulfill it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Aizen…” Gin muttered the name, his jaw clenched. “Right now is the best chance to kill him, when he is vulnerable. Your friend and I can put an end to his mad reign once and for all.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Harribel had heard the name from both Kisuke and Kazuya’s mouth — Aizen Sosuke was the man they both despised. An unexpected opportunity had presented itself, one that could potentially bring Kazuya’s mission to a decisive close.
<span style="font-weight:400">She was tempted.
<span style="font-weight:400">So incredibly tempted to agree to Gin.
<span style="font-weight:400">After all, the reward would be staying by Kazuya’s without interruptions. A reward worth going through all the trouble in the world.
<span style="font-weight:400">Considering the risk behind it, she shook her head. “Kaz doesn’t need anyone’s help. She can handle her own revenge.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Gin’s smile evaporated, reced by a concerned look. “She’ll never get another chance because Aizen isn’t leaving the Soul Society. If he does, he’ll be more powerful than ever. Just take my deal. I’ll bring him to Hueco Mundo and iste him with your friend. Once he is gone, you won’t have to worry about a schemer targeting your peaceful life.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He sounded genuinely desperate, or he was a god at faking emotions — Harribel leaned towards the former rather than thetter as she was decent, if not excellent, at judging people.
<span style="font-weight:400">She crossed her arms, sizing up the <i><span style="font-weight:400">creepiest </i><span style="font-weight:400">Shinigami she had crossed paths with. “What if this is a setup to get rid of Kaz? How can a Hollow like me trust <i><span style="font-weight:400">you,</i><span style="font-weight:400"> a Shinigami, to keep his words?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Gin turned to face her fully, his icy blue eyes glimpsing from half-closed lids. “No one in the current Soul Society has the <i><span style="font-weight:400">power </i><span style="font-weight:400">to stop your friend from leaving. She is abnormally powerful for a Hollow…”
<span style="font-weight:400">She was once again reminded of the ridiculous strength of her lover. In the likelihood she was deceived by Gin and everything turned out to be a trap, she was confident in Kazuya’s ability to escape with his life.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her lips curled up. “I can say the same about Aizen… someone like him shouldn’t exist among the Shinigami.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Gin smirked. “Let’s correct that little mistake. Are you in?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Harribel hesitated, torn between her desire to see Kazuya’s mission concluded and her instinctive wariness of Gin’s motives. “I will... discuss the matter with Kaz. Though I cannot guarantee her agreement.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fair enough.” Gin tucked his hands into his loose sleeves and gave a smile that was far less creepy, seemingly genuine. “I’ll meet you here tomorrow. Give me your decision then.”
<span style="font-weight:400">With a curt nod, Harribel turned to leave, her mind already racing ahead to her next steps. She would need Kisuke’s expertise in contacting Kazuya, and quickly.
<span style="font-weight:400">She turned around to leave. She had to hurry home and borrow Kisuke’s expertise in sending a message to Kazuya.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Gin Ichimaru,” the Shinigami called her, prompting her to nce back. “Since we might well be working together soon, I thought you ought to know my name. Until tomorrow, then.”
<span style="font-weight:400">And with that, he vanished in a flickering blur of Shunpo, leaving Harribel alone with her troubled thoughts and the looming darkness of the night.