valmora | [Bleach] Some Interpretation (AU, 5/3)

Title: Some Interpretation
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Bleach, AU
Pairing: Aizen Sousuke/Ichimaru Gin
Disclaimer: These guys are so cool they couldn't possibly be mine.
Warnings: AU - college professors written by a high school student.
Notes: For Angela. Because the Gin plushie was too good to resist. All bits in French are translated at the bottom, and if anybody would like to fix it, they would be considered amazing (special thanks to my French teacher, who edited only the section from where the French starts to where Gin asks Kira if he minds leaving, and who probably had every clue of what was going on already)(thanks also to

lilindey, whose unending patience despite my ongoing ineptitude in the language nominates her for internet sainthood).
Summary: French class is over. Lunchtime begins. Gin wants to spend it with Sousuke.

Class ends just in time for lunch - one in the afternoon, after the noon rush at the lunch halls but still early enough that the kids haven't been passing out from hunger - and Gin passes by them on his way into the classroom, fighting the tide of students and lightly tempted to make a joke about spawning salmon.

He doesn't. He already knows what the reply would be - something about different tastes or infertile sex, cutting and witty. He smiles, patting one young woman on the shoulder; she's in his multivariable calculus class, very cute. Adorable, in fact, like a small kitten, easily played with and easily damaged. He thinks her precious.

Gin hears from his spot in the now-cleared entryway, "Comprends-tu ce qui est dit? On y parle du Serpent et de ses artifices. Tu viens à mentir et te voilà propriété du démon. Prétends être celui que tu n'es pas et te voilà le démon en personne. Je crois que ces conclusions sont assez tristes, surtout quand on se souvient qu'il était homosexuel..."

"....eh, bien," the kid agrees, and Gin wants to laugh and does so, feeling quite unliterary, because when was he ever known to repress his own urges?

Instead he says, from the doorway, leaning against the jamb, "Il a trop faim pour penser comme toi, Sousuke. Sois gentil." To the kid, "'S after lunch okay to finish this?"

The kid shrugs, hands stuffed in his pockets. He is blond, wide-eyed with a haircut that makes his hair fall in his eyes to make him younger than his real age. Gin thinks him quite adorable, for someone who is doubtless hopelessly bad at math. "Sure," he whispers, as though frightened by Gin's proximity, and makes a quick exit out the door past him.

"It would seem that you've made him flee in terror," Sousuke observes, amused, watching Gin come towards him from his seat on top of a desk. "It gives you quite a bad reputation here in the French department, you know."

Gin, knowing that Sousuke is watching, in an old pair of jeans because he's not teaching anything important today, cants his hips to one side, weight on one foot, gaze meeting Sousuke's. "Watch me care," he says, very carefully. "You see how your door is open?"

"Indeed?" Sousuke asks, as though he didn't already know the end of the conversation the moment it began.

Gin doesn't finish the thought. Sets a hand on his shoulder, kisses him, slow and hungry, a familiarity to it that tastes of old books and physics and something that, if he didn't know better, he would call love.

The conversation goes something like this:
Aizen: So, you understand what he said? It's the snake and illusion in that section [of the book]. You lie and you belong to the devil; you pretend to be something else and you are the devil. It's very sad, I think, especially when you remember that he was gay.
Kid: um, okay.....
Gin: He's too hungry to think like you, Sousuke. Be nice.