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Gin Ichimaru

♥ Is Lovin' Life in the Loony Bin ♥

Created on 2007-04-20 00:56:48 (#12769218), last updated 2007-05-22

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Patient Name: Gin Ichimaru
Patient Age: 27
Patient Illness: Psychopathy

Patient Description

Gin Ichimaru has been searching his entire life for the perfect cesspool of human behavior. Why? Ever since childhood, he's been obsessed with the demeanor of Homo sapiens, from their most complex of emotions to their most rudimentary of thoughts. To Gin, man's mind is a Byzantine labyrinth, with a prize waiting at the end for whoever can successfully unlock and infiltrate it.

It comes as no surprise, then, that he's beside himself with glee in the Karakura Institute.

If you're looking for the perfect understatement, it would be thus: Gin's a little bit twisted. From his platinum hair to his devil's laugh, any idiot could tell there's something fundamentally monstrous about him. The real trouble is pinpointing it.

It must be those eyes. Even shielded behind such deceptively happy lids, you can feel them. They're searching, probing. They're undressing; stripping away your skin until your sanity (or lack thereof) is bare and waiting. They're slashing, slicing and maiming your soul.

But then there's the grin. The grin that reassures, yet irks and disturbs. The grin that, in its slight and sparse compassion, reassembles your very mind. But you're never all there again, because naturally Gin's going to keep a few pieces for himself.

He smiles in the face of adversity, not to mention in the face of horror, carnage and gore. He takes pleasure in the every sound of a person, from the moans to the screams to the pleas for mercy. In Gin's opinion, there's some zest to life that can only be found in others – the ultimate Elysium where he seeks to one day reside.

Though in the meantime, an insane asylum is damn well close enough.

It is for this reason that he considers his call for help more like calling in a favor. In this utopia of madness, he enjoys his lunacy almost as much as he enjoys others'. To Gin Ichimaru, connoisseur of the art of insanity and curator of the museum of madness, the Institute is nothing more than dinner and a show.

Patient History

Despite popular belief, it wasn't Gin's rough and tumble childhood that led to his depravity. Of course, that wasn't to say he'd traveled a smooth road, either.

Gin lived a happy, normal family life until his sixth year. His father left one night for reasons undisclosed (though, in all honesty, Gin couldn't have cared less what his motives were), and his mother – whose health had always been frail – fell ill soon after. Having never felt much of a connection to his relatives, Gin chose to abandon his mother at the age of seven. He quickly found that he preferred life on the streets, where he could observe all different facets of human behavior.

But life on the street was not easy for a child, even one as clever as him.

At nine, Gin checked himself into the Genryuusai Orphanage. He traveled back and forth between foster families, swiftly becoming known as a problematic child. Depending on his surrogate parents' personalities, young Gin would test and strain their minds, conducting multiple investigations disguised as bad deeds. During these trials, he enjoyed observing what type of people allowed themselves to be utterly exploited, and just how much.

Due to his frequent relapses in home care, Gin spent the majority of his childhood at the orphanage. Despite his charming demeanor and outgoing nature, there were few children whom he could call friends. There was really only one person Gin knew well: a teenaged boy by the name of Sousuke Aizen. Young Gin enjoyed being around Aizen, who exuded the strangest, most eerily compassionate aura. He never allowed himself to be toyed with, which intrigued Gin greatly. With Aizen's mentorship, Gin had no need for other amity.

That was until his fourth year at the orphanage, when a new arrival piqued Gin's interest. She was a meek ghost of a girl with bones peeking out from under her skin, but he had learned years ago that not everyone took well to life in the alleyways. This mousy stranger had doleful eyes and striking strawberry blonde hair, and her name was Matsumoto Rangiku.

Gin would eventually discover (through manipulation and persuasion) that she had lived most of her life in the streets. He supposed, by the way she clung to Aizen, that she hadn't been raised in the most affectionate of environments. In any case, Rangiku's infatuation with Aizen led to one of Gin's favorite emotional discoveries: jealousy.

Like a snake, silent and stealthy, Gin wound his way into Rangiku's life. He made a point to intrude on her and Aizen whenever possible, which Aizen didn't seem to mind. It was all a little cute, in a very twisted way. Slowly, Rangiku shifted her need for attention from Aizen to Gin, trailing him like a lost puppy. He reveled in it; she was so needy and vulnerable one moment, and the next she could be pinching and punching him, screaming in frustration. Her mood changed drastically, which meant her personality did as well. She often kept him guessing, which Gin supposed led to him enjoying her company so.

But Gin's dream couldn't go on forever. Aizen left the orphanage when he turned twenty, though he made regular donations and returned to visit weekly. Gin grew tired of the drab scenery, everything from the sakura trees to Rangiku's shimmering blonde locks having lost its color. Even the reactions exhibited by his foster parents ceased to amuse him. Gin knew it was time to realize the situation's eventuality – he had to leave, for there was nothing left to learn in Genryuusai Orphanage.

When he turned fifteen, Gin abandoned the shelter and appropriated a life of his own. He worked assorted odd jobs, doing little of import. He spent his many idle hours in various social spots, where he studied his favorite specimens: women. He accumulated a variety of girlfriends and continued his personal endeavors, expending hours of mental torture and physical anguish. Women were the most entertaining creatures, but (much to their fortune) he bored of them quickly.

Then one day, in his eighteenth year, Gin befriended a woman who simply refused to quit. She was quite different than his usual fare, but he found the decision to venture from his comfort zone was his best yet. She eluded mental games and when Gin hit, she hit back. In fact, he had such trouble cracking her mind that it began to drive him a little mad. If you asked him, he wouldn't surely be able to tell you how it happened: one autumn afternoon, she just lay there in a pool of her own blood.

After the incident, Gin was disappointed. Not in his deceased lover, but that he'd missed the entire affair. And so, about a year later, Gin decided he'd attempt again. It pleased him to notice his current paramour's reactions: first screaming, then crying, then begging. He would later come to accept this as constant variable in his homicides. The spectrum of emotion was blinding in its brilliance and, though he'd never admit it, it rekindled thoughts of Rangiku's hysteric behavior. Washing the blood from his hands and discarding his sullied clothing, Gin discovered he had quite a fancy for murder.

Of course, Gin could never keep such glamorous exploits to himself. He had a confidante: his dear friend Aizen, whom he'd kept in contact with for years. After Gin's sixth killing – the most famed and published of them all (headlines such as "Fox Eyed Murderer Strikes Again" amused him to end, especially paired with the police being hot on his heels) – he just couldn't keep all his cheer bottled anymore. Aizen listened with steady patience, before he told him the blunt truth.

Gin was a psychopath.

This surprised him a bit at first, and he went about his days idly wondering how that came to be. When had he become a psychopath? Personally, he considered himself to lean more toward sociopathy, but he supposed beauty was in the eye of the beholder.

After their meeting, Aizen kept a close, yet unobtrusive watch over his friend. Regardless, Gin went about his less brutal pastimes, but everything seemed dull in comparison to a fresh coat of blood staining his skin. Weary of repetitive women and people watching, Gin decided to try something new.

Reciting a soliloquy to assure himself that his acting was up to par, he had dinner with Aizen. Over penne alfredo and pinot gris, Gin uttered the phrase he'd been practicing for hours: "I think there's something wrong with me." The two spent the rest of the evening arranging matters and discussing care options, and two days later Gin checked into the Karakura Institute.

And, to his knowledge, he's never been happier.

Welcome to life in the loony bin...

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