Drabble // Bleach // Yachiru, Kenpachi
Title :: Learning new tricks
Setting :: Bleach
Characters :: Yachiru, Kenpachi
Words :: 859
Related Stories :: Teething Pains
Author Note :: If I make a series of this, I'll need a name for it, won't I? XD
This time, at least, he'd managed to remember to plop Yachiru down so she could crawl about and play while he fought. Kenpachi was very proud of this fact, and was humming gleefully to himself (a lullaby, sort of, that he'd come up with the last time Yachiru refused to fall asleep involving counting off lost limbs and buckets of blood) as he fought. The would-be ambushers were being delightfully innovative in trying to put him off his count. And oh, such glee and joy and delight he felt, realizing that the bell he was wearing around his neck not only made Yachiru giggle during her playtime, but also meant that the sharper of the bandits actually managed to dodge his blows now and then!
Grinning more widely and ignoring the wail of discontent this resulted in as one of the bandits threw his arm (and sword) up and ran off without further ado (thus keeping all limbs attached, to the envy of his less fortunate comrades on the ground), Kenpachi whirled about and blocked one blow to his back, enjoying every single moment of the fight. Why hadn't he thought of a handicap of the sort earlier, he wondered? The bell was genius! Pure genius!
A squawk of discontent drew his attention, and his smile faded entirely at the sight before him as he whirled around once more (a bandit still spitted on his sword, feebly and politely requesting to not do that again as he was feeling a mite dizzy, thank you kindly sir). The one holding up Yachiru with a knife to her throat forgot to breathe as reiatsu swept over him in sudden, murderous waves and he stumbled a few steps back, never seeing the baby trying to reach for the shiny blade, meeping irritably each time it went further away.
Kenpachi took one threatening stomp towards the would-be babynapper and both knife and baby went tumbling to the ground as the man's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fainted dead away, falling to the ground unmoving. The bandit-onna-sword was shrugged off, neatly serving as a landing pad for Yachiru who then tumbled off with a gleeful squeak, off in search of the shiny once more, as Kenpachi returned to his fight with less of a smile and a hum and more of a show of teeth and a snarl.
"Don't touch the baby." A series of furious nods greeted his statement, the bandits deciding in unison that it was very wise and important advice indeed, even as they sought to escape beheading or further dismemberment.
The search for shinies soon proved fruitless, however, and Yachiru's voice rose in discontented wails once more over the battle, though Kenpachi ignored it in favor of creating many bandits-onna-sword for her to giggle at later. (Though she was starting to get bored with that game, and he had a feeling he'd have to get creative again sometime soon to keep her from making those eyes at him. Because getting those eyes was Not Fun and Kenpachi was learning to keep ahead of things so as to not be subjected to them.) What did draw his attention though was an odd sound, along with that of a strangled yelp which was emphatically not Yachiru like, being neither cute nor that high pitched. And then Yachiru's voice was there, only it was a word, and Yachiru had never spoken before - which meant Something Important was about to happen, Kenpachi deduced, accurately so.
"Rawr!"
Reaching out to hold the head of the last bandit in his hand, ignoring the determined swings whirring by his side (just out of reach, much to the bandit's panicky dismay), Kenpachi straightened up and turned around, ready to do that thing with the grrrr again in case someone else had the bad idea to pick up Yachiru again.
And blinked.
"Rawr!"
On all fours (she still wasn't having anything to do with walking and since those looks came up during that particular bit of training, Kenpachi had decided early on she was going to walk when she was good and ready), Yachiru was glaring fiercely at one of the bandits, currently leaning with his back against a tree, shaking like a leaf.
"Rawr!" An undefined pink blob blossomed around the little girl and while it did nothing but flicker (sort of, and it probably had more to do with the fact that Kenpachi always intently listened for Yachiru, with more senses than he knew he had) to Kenpachi's awareness, obviously, it had some sort of effect on the man Yachiru had cornered. One last yelp and the man keeled over to the ground, whimpering feebly, while Yachiru clapped her hands at the show.
Kenpachi stared down at the tiny, pink headed girl on the ground, beaming up at him proudly while rawring now and then, miniature pink reiatsu blob wavering around her and all, and he couldn't help but smirk to himself in satisfaction. Yachiru had found a new game all on her own.
He was doing something right, it seemed, if she was taking on such good habits so quickly.
Setting :: Bleach
Characters :: Yachiru, Kenpachi
Words :: 859
Related Stories :: Teething Pains
Author Note :: If I make a series of this, I'll need a name for it, won't I? XD
This time, at least, he'd managed to remember to plop Yachiru down so she could crawl about and play while he fought. Kenpachi was very proud of this fact, and was humming gleefully to himself (a lullaby, sort of, that he'd come up with the last time Yachiru refused to fall asleep involving counting off lost limbs and buckets of blood) as he fought. The would-be ambushers were being delightfully innovative in trying to put him off his count. And oh, such glee and joy and delight he felt, realizing that the bell he was wearing around his neck not only made Yachiru giggle during her playtime, but also meant that the sharper of the bandits actually managed to dodge his blows now and then!
Grinning more widely and ignoring the wail of discontent this resulted in as one of the bandits threw his arm (and sword) up and ran off without further ado (thus keeping all limbs attached, to the envy of his less fortunate comrades on the ground), Kenpachi whirled about and blocked one blow to his back, enjoying every single moment of the fight. Why hadn't he thought of a handicap of the sort earlier, he wondered? The bell was genius! Pure genius!
A squawk of discontent drew his attention, and his smile faded entirely at the sight before him as he whirled around once more (a bandit still spitted on his sword, feebly and politely requesting to not do that again as he was feeling a mite dizzy, thank you kindly sir). The one holding up Yachiru with a knife to her throat forgot to breathe as reiatsu swept over him in sudden, murderous waves and he stumbled a few steps back, never seeing the baby trying to reach for the shiny blade, meeping irritably each time it went further away.
Kenpachi took one threatening stomp towards the would-be babynapper and both knife and baby went tumbling to the ground as the man's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fainted dead away, falling to the ground unmoving. The bandit-onna-sword was shrugged off, neatly serving as a landing pad for Yachiru who then tumbled off with a gleeful squeak, off in search of the shiny once more, as Kenpachi returned to his fight with less of a smile and a hum and more of a show of teeth and a snarl.
"Don't touch the baby." A series of furious nods greeted his statement, the bandits deciding in unison that it was very wise and important advice indeed, even as they sought to escape beheading or further dismemberment.
The search for shinies soon proved fruitless, however, and Yachiru's voice rose in discontented wails once more over the battle, though Kenpachi ignored it in favor of creating many bandits-onna-sword for her to giggle at later. (Though she was starting to get bored with that game, and he had a feeling he'd have to get creative again sometime soon to keep her from making those eyes at him. Because getting those eyes was Not Fun and Kenpachi was learning to keep ahead of things so as to not be subjected to them.) What did draw his attention though was an odd sound, along with that of a strangled yelp which was emphatically not Yachiru like, being neither cute nor that high pitched. And then Yachiru's voice was there, only it was a word, and Yachiru had never spoken before - which meant Something Important was about to happen, Kenpachi deduced, accurately so.
"Rawr!"
Reaching out to hold the head of the last bandit in his hand, ignoring the determined swings whirring by his side (just out of reach, much to the bandit's panicky dismay), Kenpachi straightened up and turned around, ready to do that thing with the grrrr again in case someone else had the bad idea to pick up Yachiru again.
And blinked.
"Rawr!"
On all fours (she still wasn't having anything to do with walking and since those looks came up during that particular bit of training, Kenpachi had decided early on she was going to walk when she was good and ready), Yachiru was glaring fiercely at one of the bandits, currently leaning with his back against a tree, shaking like a leaf.
"Rawr!" An undefined pink blob blossomed around the little girl and while it did nothing but flicker (sort of, and it probably had more to do with the fact that Kenpachi always intently listened for Yachiru, with more senses than he knew he had) to Kenpachi's awareness, obviously, it had some sort of effect on the man Yachiru had cornered. One last yelp and the man keeled over to the ground, whimpering feebly, while Yachiru clapped her hands at the show.
Kenpachi stared down at the tiny, pink headed girl on the ground, beaming up at him proudly while rawring now and then, miniature pink reiatsu blob wavering around her and all, and he couldn't help but smirk to himself in satisfaction. Yachiru had found a new game all on her own.
He was doing something right, it seemed, if she was taking on such good habits so quickly.