Those who knew Gin, saw the sly look he always had on his face. Like he was constantly planning something. But more often than not, he was just being silly. He could be serious when it came to it, but he maintained a lax attitude towards most things.

For years, he had worked closely, and behind the scenes with Aizen, planning something greater. And that plan soon came into motion when the Soul Society was intruded by the Ryoka, outsiders gaining entry to the sacred place.

It was an elaborate plan, all to betray the Soul Society and follow one’s own path. Aizen’s true goal came to light, stealing the Hogyoku and creating an army of Arrancar. His grand plan was to overthrow the Soul King. But that plan was long term.

Gin was in with this, siding with Aizen and retreating to Hueco Mundo, a darker place in which the pale sands stretched as far as the eye could see. Las Noches was their new home, perfect for scheming and building an army.

Over the next few weeks, months, the Hogyoku’s power was used to awaken his new army. An army of Hollows that transcended the barriers, becoming Arrancar. Among them, you were reborn. The Spiritual Pressure that came upon your rebirth was immense, and both Gin and Aizen knew you would be of use. But Gin was quicker. He was the one who raised you, shaped you into the Arrancar you were now.

He didn’t have much going for him at the moment. No attachments, no subordinates. But when you arose, it was like he knew. He connected with you. And soon enough, you became his favourite.

Coming back from the World of the Living, you returned to him. A little scratched up, but still okay. It was only a recon mission, but it ended in a clash against the Shinigami.

“Ah~ There you are! I wondered when you would return home. Come,”

He beckoned you closer. He missed you. Your presence.

“Let me take a look at you.”