You want carnage? Read this.
Like the title says:
Title: Kenpachi: Carnage
Rating: Only for those who can handle awesome.
Summary: Kenpachi looks for, what else, carnage.
Series: Bleach
Genre: Honestly, there's so much carnage here that I don't know.
Note: Just a stupid story, really, but it was fun to write.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
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Kenpachi: Carnage
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He had swum to the top of the world through the waves of blood he created with his own hands.
Now, he stood upon a ridge, the sun shrinking away from his back, and glared at the pathetic earth below him. He had strived for the heavens and defeated it. It wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough. He needed more. More carnage.
But where could he find it?
“That way!”
Not even the pinnacle of power was a match for his absurd strength. He’d exceeded the limits of the flesh and spirit and had cut all in his path. Life was getting boring, and he was loath to have no one to fight. If he stopped fighting, even for just one day, his blade grew dull and he sank further away from his unattainable aspirations. He needed more. More carnage.
But where could he find it?
“That way!”
He went to hell once. Felt like home. Like he belonged there. He was a demon among demons. Or so he believed at first. After he challenged the monsters down there, it became clear to him that they were not demons at all. He, the Soul Reaper, was a greater devil than they were. What kind of bullshit was that? Bunch of wimps. He needed stronger opponents. He needed more. More carnage.
But where could he find it?
“That way! No, that way!”
He leaped off the ridge and was sprinting before he hit the ground-because he could do things like that. Today would be a good day, he could tell as the wind blew past his face and the bells in his hair rang softly. The wind promised him bloodshed and chaos. He welcomed it. He always welcomed more. He needed more. More carnage.
But where could he find it?
“That way! I’m sure!”
Twisting his body, he sprang to the left. He was in Rukongai now. Excellent. So many of his greatest, most pleasurable battles had been fought here. It was an omen. A good omen. No! A bad omen. Not for him, of course, but for they. They would get some and then some, and then some more. Actually, he would get more. He needed more. More carnage.
But where could he find it?
“That way! We’re almost there! We’re so close!”
A little confused, he ran down a new, random street. People screamed. Suddenly, he grinned. This was good. It was bad. It was good because it was bad. What was good? The fear, of course. He knew how people reacted to fear very well-with violence. He shivered with delight. But he wanted more fear. More violence. He needed more. More carnage.
But where could he find it?
“That way! Right in that building!”
His blood raced. His adrenaline throbbed. His fingers itched to kill. Souls around him were terrified. In this type of situation, he entered the thrift store. Not just any thrift store, but the thrift store with the biggest savings in Soul Society. Deals so good that they were scary. Crazy. But he was greedy and wanted more price cuts. He needed more. More carnage.
But where could he find it?
“That way! Beside the used underwear!”
Oh ho ho. He saw it! He pushed a customer out of his path and out the window. Glass shattered upon impact. He saw it! He laughed like a maniac and grabbed what he wanted. A white haori in tatters. Not enough tatters, though. It needed more. He needed more. More carnage.
But where could he find it?
“That way! During a battle! But you need to pay for that rag first!”
Yes, he would pay for it! They would never expect that, would they?! Would they? Never! Ha ha ha! He had to keep the world on its toes so they knew fear before his blade pierced through them. So he gave a single yen to the shopkeeper and burst out of the thrift store, looking for some blood to add some style to his new haori. Yes, more style. He needed more. More carnage.
But where could he find it?
“That way! There’s a sale there today!”
Laughing, he ran across the street as death incarnate. For the hell of it, he ripped his new, tattered and old haori some more. An instant later, he was through a door and was surrounded by pink. This was a very girly store. He looked askance at his companion, but she had already jumped off his shoulders. Well, he liked pink. Reminded him of blood. Oh yes, he wanted more blood. He needed more. More carnage.
But where could he find it?
“That way! I need candy now!”
Candy equals sugar. Sugar equals energy. Energy equals adrenaline. Adrenaline equals bloodlust. Bloodlust equals battle. Battle equals joy. Joy equals carnage. Carnage equals joy. Yes, they would go to the candy store and they could fight later. They would buy a lot. A lot more candy. He needed more. More carnage.
But where could he find it?
Everywhere, as long as he was leading the Eleventh.