Boo.

Not really a sequel, more... A series of little encounters not really relevant to the main storyline of Poison. It does contain a little pointless what-if at the end, though XD The format is inspired by a Baten Kaitos fanfic I read which was split into ten little stories... I can't remember what it was called, but it was good.

I wrote this because, when re-reading my manga, I found the scene included in part Six. And I didn't want to miss the opportunity to include Hitsugaya's priceless line, "Whoa, Renji was beaten five times to Sunday!"

So have, and enjoy. Hound Keeper, 7dragons7, my anonymous reviewer and DKgIrL, this one is for you guys ^^ Thank you very much for your reviews and support!

Disclaimer: Don't own. The dictionary definition of poison is taken from an online dictionary somewhere.

Poisonous Moments

(Main Entry:poison/poisonous

Part of Speech:adjective

Definition:harmful

Synonyms:bad, baleful, baneful, corrupt, corruptive, dangerous, deadly, deleterious, destructive, detrimental, evil, fatal, hurtful, infective, lethal, malicious, malignant, mephitic, miasmatic, morbid, mortal, nocuous, noisome, noxious, peccant, pernicious, pestiferous, pestilential, septic, toxic, toxicant, toxiferous, venomous, vicious, viperous, virulent

Antonyms:aiding, antidotal, assisting, curing, healing, helpful)

I – Dangerous

When Gin Ichimaru inherited Captainship of Third Company, he went to the garden behind the Squad's main building and examined it critically.

"No, no, this won't do at all!" He decided. "It needs a revamp. A total revamp." Shaking his head, he paced around it, then went back into the headquarters and grabbed Seats Three to Seven – he didn't have a Lieutenant yet – and told them that they were to procure some persimmons trees, as many flowers that bloomed in vibrant, non-clashing colours and, as an afterthought, almost, two plum trees.

They dutifully returned with said items, clearly seeming bemused at such an odd first assignment, and Gin spent his first week replanting the garden. The high tier seats often found themselves with one tree or another that he had dug up and rejected dumped on them with the instructions to 'take care of it'. After all, he didn't want the plants to die; he just didn't want them in his garden.

Because that was what it was. His garden. His. His Squad. He made it clear to the people under him that they could come and see him at any time, anywhere they liked, unless he was in the garden. If he was in the garden, he was to be left alone.

They nodded dutifully, and behind his back whispered that he was possibly slightly crazy, this child prodigy from the Rukongai.

Gin didn't care, and when he felt like he might show if he did, he would disappear off into the garden, and sit underneath the plum trees.

II – Infective

When Momo Hinamori became a fully-fledged Soul Reaper, she didn't even need to think about it before choosing to enter Captain Aizen's company. He expressed delight and surprise at this, especially when she told him that she still remembered him from her first year, when he had saved her.

He had no Lieutenant when she joined, his previous one, Gin Ichimaru having been promoted a few years before. She made it her goal to fill that position. She wanted nothing more than to fight at her Captain's side.

But still, everywhere she went, she saw glimpses of him. Captain Ichimaru. He'd watch her, then turn away, sometimes with a sigh, and vanish. He frightened her, with his fixed expression and smiley eyes – she never knew what he was thinking. He wasn't kind and gentle, loving like her Captain. He was… He was a snake. Poison.

She went to ask Izuru about it, once he was promoted to Lieutenant.

"My Captain?" He remarked, surprised. "He never said anything specifically about you… I didn't really notice." He glanced back at the door to their offices. "He's… A little strange, sometimes, though," he admitted, running a hand back through his hair. "He's actually really open with us, he'll let us see him at any time… Not that many people do. But he's in the garden at the moment." He sighed. "He planted the whole thing himself, apparently. Changed all the trees and the flowers. But nobody else ever goes in there, so…" Momo followed the direction of where Izuru had been looking, and saw nothing. "Momo… Stay away from him, ok?" Izuru requested. "He's my Captain, and I'll follow him, but…" He seemed uncertain, his values conflicting. "…Just don't get involved, ok?" Momo nodded.

"I won't," she promised.

She didn't know how wrong she was.

III – Toxic

Once, when she wandered into the garden, he wasn't there. Surprised, she walked around the small area, her hands brushing against the trunks of the trees. Persimmons, mostly, although she was surprised to find that two of them were plum. For some reason, that warmed her heart.

"Have you ever tried persimmons?" He asked suddenly from behind her, making her jump.

"Ah! Gin…" She murmured, one hand over her heart in her shock. "D-don't sneak up on me like that!" He smiled slightly.

"Sorry," he apologised. "Di'n realise you were so jumpy today." Her hands folded across her chest as she glared at him, making him laugh. "Ah, c'mon, Momo, don' hold it against me!"

"What is it about Captains that make them do that?" She muttered. "Toshiro does it all the time…" Gin chuckled, one hand on her shoulder, leading her somewhere else, making her blood race probably without even realising it.

"It's a habit," he remarked. "But have you? Ever tried persimmons, I mean." She shook her head.

"Never," she replied. "Are they nice?" Gin made a thoughtful noise.

"I like them dried," he replied. "They're better tha' way. I'll let you try some when these trees bear fruit." He kicked one lightly, playfully. "Even though they're kinda rubbish at doin' that." Momo laughed slightly despite herself.

"Why the two plum trees?" She asked. Gin shrugged.

"Oh, those?" He remarked. "I dunno… I jus' fancied some, I guess." Momo ran her hand over the bark of one, feeling it beneath her hand.

"When did you plant them?" She asked. "Izuru said you did the whole garden yourself." He nodded.

"Took me ages," he agreed. "It wa' jus' after I became Cap'n, I reckon. You'd've been in your second or third year of Academy trainin' then." Momo closed her eyes.

"After… You saved us, then," she remarked. He laughed softly, leaning down with one hand on her shoulder to be at her level.

"Guess it was," he agreed. "Somethin' jus' made me want plums. They taste good, I wa' surprised." He gave her a look that made her flush a deep red and look away, embarrassed. That made him laugh again. She found she liked his laugh, when it wasn't meant to be mocking, at least. "Somthin' the matter, Momo?" He asked playfully, the hand on her shoulder moving slightly, sending shivers through her.

"N-no," she stammered, trying to look haughty but failing. "You're imagining things." He chuckled and let go of her.

"Oh, good," he decided. "I'd hate t' think I'd flustered you."

"W-well, you haven't, so that's good," she muttered, making him laugh again.

"Sure thin', Momo," he agreed good-naturedly. "Sure thin'."

IV – Venomous

"Hey, Momo," he greeted with the briefest of kisses. She grabbed on to his wrist, for no reason other than to be close to him. He raised an eyebrow. "Feelin' ok?" He asked her.

"Yes," she replied, her voice soft. "Fine." He smiled at that, and sat down against the trunk of one of the plum trees, she joining him soon after, one hand now holding his, his fingers twining in hers.

"This ain't what I wanted," he remarked. "This whole deal wi' the Ryoka. It's all… Spirallin' out o' control." Momo sighed, leaning against him.

"Then don't talk about it," she murmured. Gin made a slight noise, closing his eyes with a smile, and he kissed the top of her head.

"You always got sterlin' advice, aincha?" He remarked. "I like tha'. I c'n count on you t' make me feel better." Her grip tightened on his arm, and he pulled her close, kissing her, one hand running up her back, although over her clothes. She gasped at the feelings and sensations he inspired in her, her other hand grabbing his Captain's haori, panting as he trailed kisses down her neck.

"G-Gin," she whispered, and that made him stop, letting go of her hand, looking at her with regret in his eyes. "Don't…" She mumbled, grabbing his sleeve again.

"I ain't gonna use you," he told her, looking away. "I promised myself I wouldn'." Momo frowned, looking up at him.

"You aren't," she promised, leaning her head against his arm. No matter any of her misgivings, when she was with him she felt… Whole. Complete. Happy. When they were alone, nothing mattered – not her misgivings about him, or her Captain, not what she was, who she was, not the opinions or thoughts of her friends. Just him. Them. Together.

"Don' give yourself away," he murmured, stroking her hair, his touch gentle, caring. "Not t' me." She squeezed her eyes shut, her grip tightening.

"But you're… The only one I want," she whispered. Gin sighed, hugging her to him.

"Forgive me," he replied, his voice barely audible. "Please, Momo… Forgive me… For loving you." Momo looked up in surprise. Never once had he actually said those words before.

"You… Love me?" She repeated. Gin closed his eyes, his face pained.

"Tha' you even have t' ask tha' means I don' show it enough," he remarked. "I do. I love you. Too much." She made a noise, a mixture of shock and happiness, letting him kiss her again, pull her to him, she wanted his touches, his hands, his kisses, everything. She wanted all of him.

It never crossed her mind that she had never told him she loved him, either.

V – Detrimental

When he shook her awake the next morning, she pulled the covers tighter around herself and turned away, still sleepy.

"You gotta go, Momo," he told her softly. "Before someone finds out, y'know?" Momo made an unhappy noise, properly awake now.

"Why does it have to be secret?" She whispered. Gin sighed softly.

"'Cause it's the only way," he replied. "I'm sorry. You'll understand… Soon." She felt him turn away. "Momo… Please don' hate me."

"Hate you?" She repeated. "Why would I hate you?" He sighed.

"So many reasons," he replied. "Jus' please… I've never lied t' you. Please, jus' promise me you won' hate me for what I've gotta do." Momo closed her eyes.

"I trust you," she told him softly. "I won't hate you." He smiled.

"Thanks," he murmured. "Now quick. Get back t' Cap'n Aizen before Izuru arrives." He grimaced. "Kid's always over-eager. Early, often as not. So you'd better get a move on, yeah?" She nodded, leaving the warmth of the bed reluctantly.

His smile was sad as she went.

VI – Viperous

"Oh! Renji…" She exclaimed, horrified, when she saw the extent of the injuries Renji had suffered at the hands of the Ryoka.

"He was like that when I found him," Izuru told her sadly. "If I'd just got here a bit sooner, then…" Momo closed her eyes.

"We need to get him to Division four…" She murmured.

"That won't be necessary," the cold voice of Byakyua Kuchiki cut in, making her cry out in surprise and spin around. "He fought alone. He failed. That is not acceptable. Just put him in a cell." Momo shook his head.

"No, he needs help-" she started, but Izuru held her back.

"No, Momo," he told her. "We're sorry, Sir!" He bowed. Momo clenched her fists, but bowed her head.

"…Sorry… Sir," she agreed. Byakuya didn't seem to care, just walked away.

"My, he's awfully cold, isn't he?" Gin remarked, making her jump.

"Captain?" Izuru asked, confused. Gin shot Momo a smile.

"Don't you worry. I'll get him treated," he promised, and she smiled back thankfully. "Come, Izuru, we'll go and get squad 4." Izuru nodded.

"Thank you… Sir," Momo told him quietly, not looking at him.

"Every little helps," he replied, vanishing with Izuru. Momo sighed and turned away. He always helped her…

"Whoa! Renji was beaten five times to Sunday!" Toshiro remarked, making her cry out.

"Don't do that!" She exclaimed. "Why do Captains always sneak up on people? Do they enjoy it or something?" Toshiro ignored her, looking down at Renji with a strange look on his face.

"I came to deliver a message," he informed her. "Don't trust Third Company." Momo repressed a shocked noise.

"…Izuru's company?" She repeated. Toshiro nodded.

"Definitely not Ichimaru. I'm not sure about Izuru, I wouldn't trust him either to be safe," he agreed. "Especially… When Captain Aizen goes out alone." Momo bit her lip and turned away.

"Thank you… Toshiro," she whispered, not voicing her true thoughts – that maybe, if it came to it, she would trust Gin over her Captain.

Even though she would scream hatred at Gin the very next day, despite her promises.

VII – Mortal

When she opened her eyes, the light was blinding, hurting her eyes. She made a pained noise, and instantly there were shadows in the light – people.

"She's awake!" That sounded like lieutenant Kotetsu's voice. "Momo? Can you hear me?"

"…Gin…" She whispered. Her hand grabbed at air, her fingers only catching the cloth beneath her. "Gin…"

"Is she delusional?" A male voice asked, clearly concerned.

"No." That was the voice of Captain Unohana. "Simply missing him." She felt a hand touch her arm, and managed to open her eyes. "Does anything hurt, Momo?"

"No," she whispered. "I'm stiff." She closed her eyes tightly. Her Captain. Her Captain had done this to her. Gin had screamed for her. "I… I lied. It hurts… Inside. Gin. Where is he?" There was a strange silence.

"He is no longer here, Momo," Retsu responded softly. "He, your Captain, and Captain Tousen… Have betrayed us. They have gone to Hueco Mundo."

"NO!" She screamed, and several of the doctors present rushed forwards to hold her down. "No! When? Why? For how long? Bring them back! Bring them back!!" Retsu sighed softly.

"They went of their own will," she responded. Momo remembered the talk she had overheard in her Captain's office, and doubted that was entirely true. "But we will do all we can to return them to us. Until then… You must rest and recover." Momo held back a sob, not wanting them to see how much it affected her.

But I won't hate you, Gin… I won't.

VIII – Malignant

She stood in front of the screen nervously, watching as Toshiro appeared, looking at her critically.

"H-hey, Toshiro," she greeted with a weak smile. He frowned instantly.

"It's not Toshiro. It's Captain Hitsugaya," he disagreed. "How are you doing, Momo? You look awful." Momo cringed.

"I-I'm fine," she replied, rubbing her eyes self-consciously. "Have you… Have you been ok?" He sighed.

"I'm glad you're ok," he murmured. "I'm fine." Momo bit her lip.

"I-I'm sorry I doubted you," she whispered. "I drew my sword against you… On C-Captain Aizen's word… I don't know what I was thinking… I'm such a-"

"Hey, stop it," he insisted. "I've already forgotten about it." He ran a hand back through his hair. "Stop worrying and get some rest. Get rid of those bags under your eyes." She nodded, rubbing her eyes.

"Thank you, Toshiro," she whispered. He laughed.

"Yeah, you need twice as much sleep as much people, because children stop growing if they don't get it. Hell, you need about ten years of sleep to catch up with Rangiku." Momo clenched her fists.

"Sshut up! Rangiku's a freak of nature!" She protested. He chuckled.

"Hey," he started. "Don't make me repeat myself." She blinked, confused. "I'm not Toshiro any more. I'm Captain Hitsugaya." She smiled slightly, nodding, her eyes downcast.

"Yes… Sorry," she agreed. "Can I… Can I ask you something?" Toshiro tilted his head to one side, waiting. "Are you going… To fight the traitors?" She asked. He looked troubled at that.

"Yes," he responded.

"Are you going… To kill them?" She asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. The look in Toshiro's eyes was all she needed for an answer. "Please, don't!" She begged. "Please bring them back alive! Maybe they're just misguided! Maybe Captain Aizen… Forced… I can't…" She clenched her fists. "Please don't kill Gin!" He seemed taken aback by this request.

"I thought you'd ask for Aizen," he murmured. "I can't…"

"No! Please! He just-" She started, distraught, but the Captain-General held a hand in front of her face, and her world went black once more as she fell into sleep.

IX – Destructive

She went to fight in the Fake Karakura Town because she knew he was there. She wanted to help, too, of course she did, but… He was there. That was, and always had been, her first and most important reason.

She stood back and watched the fire rage around the prison. He was there. In there. Alive. And he loved her… She knew he did. And she had never had the chance to tell him she loved him back.

As soon as the fires faded she ran to him. She didn't care about the danger, about the fighting, about anything but him. She didn't care what anyone else thought as she ran to him, into his arms, hands clasping the new white clothes he wore, and sobbed brokenly.

"…Well hey, this is a surprise," he remarked. "I were expectin' a sword through the chest, y'know?" He looked up – Aizen had the slightest of smirks on his face. He was expecting Gin to kill her.

"Last time… I ran to someone…" She whispered. "…They tried to kill me." She looked up at Gin, desperation in her face. "I… I never realised… U-until it was too late, but I…" She smiled weakly. "…I love you, too," she murmured, closing her eyes, her head resting on his chest. He drew his sword. "Y-you can kill me… If you want," she continued. "I-I know you should. Y-you're a traitor, right? Evil. You want me to die. B-but I said you were the only one I wanted, and I… I need you. S-so if you're going to go again, away from me… Let me die with you." Gin seemed torn, his sword at the back of her neck.

"Momo…" He murmured. "Ah, darn it. I jus' can't pretend wi' you around, can I?" He pointed his sword arm out to the side. "Shoot to kill, Shinso!" Momo looked up in surprise in time to see Aizen stop the blade with his hands.

"Tsk, Gin," he remarked. "That's a poor show indeed from you." He smiled slightly. "But then again… Devotion is the state furthest from understanding, is it not?" Gin pushed Momo away gently.

"Run," he told her softly. "This could get bloody. I don' want you t' be hurt 'cause of it."

"Gin?" She asked, confused.

"Bankai," he growled, and she shielded her eyes from the blinding explosion of Spiritual Pressure.

"Is that so?" Aizen remarked. "Then die, because I have no use for a traitor… And neither do they."

"Gin! No! NO!" Momo screamed as Gin ran at Aizen, sword in hand.

X – Antidote

She was there when his eyes opened, he murmuring her name as she had called his. His body was torn and broken, but he was alive. And when he turned his head to the side and smiled a true smile at seeing her there, she had to work hard to hold back the tears of joy. She sat by his side, holding his hand, talking to him about anything, everything, the way they had always talked in the garden behind Squad 3, laughing at the stupidest things, happy just to be with him, hear him talk, see his face.

There was no question of executing him after his defiant actions against Aizen – in a way, he had single-handedly ended the War, despite having a large part in starting it. Momo had stood defiantly in the way of anyone who had different ideas, to the point where Captain Unohana had threatened to throw them all out of the Infirmary if they didn't behave themselves. Gin just found what he termed her 'overprotective behaviour' amusing.

Still, she sat with him, and she knew that she would stay there for as long as he was injured, because she loved him.

And he loved her.

A/N- not a sequel... But I hope all you guys who asked for one enjoy it, all the same ^^