Bleach Drabble (489)
489.
Title: The Most Important Day
Rating: G
Pairing/Character/s: Kenpachi, Yachiru
Word Count: 767
Warning/s: No spoilers I can imagine.
Summary: Why today is important.
Dedication: All 11th fans everywhere. ^^y
A/N: Figures this came to me right after I finished the retarded crossover one. LOL oh well, this is how my mind works I guess. XD;;
He didn’t remember when his real birthday was. To be fair, it wasn’t all that big a deal to him considering it was an event he himself didn’t even remember being at, so there was very little appeal in his own birthday as far as that form of significance went. Hell, he hadn’t even had a name (or anyone to call it) before, so something as trivial as when his birthday actually was seemed like it wasn’t even worth mentioning in light of all that.
But then there had been someone. A couple of someones, maybe even, to call him by his name.
And they all happened to be nosy fucks. One of them in particular.
“Ken-chan! Ken-chan!” Yachiru said one day, and shook his arm because it was (clearly) urgent.
“What?” he grunted, and eyed her in a “this better not be an attempt to waste any of my beer-drinking time” sort of way.
“When’s your birthday?” she asked him, and looked troubled that she didn’t know.
Zaraki sighed and supposed that coming off the tail end of Madarame’s birthday; this had been bound to come up between them sooner or later. “I dunno,” he told her, in all honesty.
She frowned. “But that’s not fair!”
“Why’s it not fair?”
“Everyone has a birthday, don’t they?”
“Well yeah. But not everyone knows when it is.”
“I know when mine is!”
“Not technically,” Zaraki reminded her.
“Well you gave me my birthday!” she stated, like that was all she needed anyway. “How come you didn’t give yourself one?”
He shrugged. “Didn’t think it was important. ‘Sides, the one I gave you was just the first day I saw ya, so it’s easier for me.”
“But it’s still important! When will we know when to give you cake and presents and alcohol?”
“Give me alcohol every day,” Zaraki suggested, sensibly. “Then ya won’t miss it for sure.”
She pouted at him. “Ken-chan!”
He sighed. “Look, if it’s that important to ya why don’t you just choose a day’n that’ll be that?”
She stared at him wide-eyed. “Really?! Can I?”
“Well I chose yours, so I guess it’s only fair.”
She looked thoughtful-it was a very serious mission to her, maybe. “What days do you like, Ken-chan?” she asked after a moment of deep concentration yielded nothing by way of results.
“All taken,” he told her. “Ain’t got room for my birthday in any of ‘em.”
She frowned, sat on his shoulder and tried once more, to think of another kind of important day. “Then… what’s the most important day in the whole wide world, Ken-chan? ’Cuz that should be your birthday!”
“Where the hell did you get that idea?”
“I just did!”
He sighed. Thought about it some. “Well… today’s the most important day in the world then, I guess,” he said after a moment.
She blinked. “Really? Why?”
He drank his beer. “We’re alive, ain’t we?”
She nodded.
“And we got food in our bellies?”
She nodded again.
“And we ain’t sick? Or hurt?”
Her head continued to bob in agreement.
“And I got my beer and nobody we know died, and Yumichika didn’t ask me to hold his bags for him when he went shoppin’ earlier today. So then…” he finished logically, “today’s pretty fuckin’ important in the grand scheme of things, right?”
She beamed-it made perfect sense. “Ken-chan is so smart!”
She hopped off of his shoulder then, onto his desk so she could look up at him with a big, excited smile. “Happy birthday!”
“Thanks,” he said, and kind of hoped this would get her to maybe leave him alone about the whole thing from here on out. He really just wanted to enjoy his goddamned beer.
Then she said, “I’m gonna go tell everyone!”
He sighed. That had been a little bit optimistic of him, maybe.
“It’s the most important day in the world, right?” she declared happily, and zipped out of the room, letting everyone who would listen (and even those who wouldn’t) know the crucial information as she passed by them, demanding lots of cakes and presents and alcohol later tonight.
He watched her go and then turned to glance briefly at the calendar on his desk. It read November nineteenth.
Not a bad date as far as dates went, he supposed-nothing pansy about it as far as he could tell. Though he might have lied a little bit just now when he’d told Yachiru that bullshit about today being the most important day in the whole wide world.
But to be fair, February twelfth was already taken.
END
EDITS PLZ.
Title: The Most Important Day
Rating: G
Pairing/Character/s: Kenpachi, Yachiru
Word Count: 767
Warning/s: No spoilers I can imagine.
Summary: Why today is important.
Dedication: All 11th fans everywhere. ^^y
A/N: Figures this came to me right after I finished the retarded crossover one. LOL oh well, this is how my mind works I guess. XD;;
He didn’t remember when his real birthday was. To be fair, it wasn’t all that big a deal to him considering it was an event he himself didn’t even remember being at, so there was very little appeal in his own birthday as far as that form of significance went. Hell, he hadn’t even had a name (or anyone to call it) before, so something as trivial as when his birthday actually was seemed like it wasn’t even worth mentioning in light of all that.
But then there had been someone. A couple of someones, maybe even, to call him by his name.
And they all happened to be nosy fucks. One of them in particular.
“Ken-chan! Ken-chan!” Yachiru said one day, and shook his arm because it was (clearly) urgent.
“What?” he grunted, and eyed her in a “this better not be an attempt to waste any of my beer-drinking time” sort of way.
“When’s your birthday?” she asked him, and looked troubled that she didn’t know.
Zaraki sighed and supposed that coming off the tail end of Madarame’s birthday; this had been bound to come up between them sooner or later. “I dunno,” he told her, in all honesty.
She frowned. “But that’s not fair!”
“Why’s it not fair?”
“Everyone has a birthday, don’t they?”
“Well yeah. But not everyone knows when it is.”
“I know when mine is!”
“Not technically,” Zaraki reminded her.
“Well you gave me my birthday!” she stated, like that was all she needed anyway. “How come you didn’t give yourself one?”
He shrugged. “Didn’t think it was important. ‘Sides, the one I gave you was just the first day I saw ya, so it’s easier for me.”
“But it’s still important! When will we know when to give you cake and presents and alcohol?”
“Give me alcohol every day,” Zaraki suggested, sensibly. “Then ya won’t miss it for sure.”
She pouted at him. “Ken-chan!”
He sighed. “Look, if it’s that important to ya why don’t you just choose a day’n that’ll be that?”
She stared at him wide-eyed. “Really?! Can I?”
“Well I chose yours, so I guess it’s only fair.”
She looked thoughtful-it was a very serious mission to her, maybe. “What days do you like, Ken-chan?” she asked after a moment of deep concentration yielded nothing by way of results.
“All taken,” he told her. “Ain’t got room for my birthday in any of ‘em.”
She frowned, sat on his shoulder and tried once more, to think of another kind of important day. “Then… what’s the most important day in the whole wide world, Ken-chan? ’Cuz that should be your birthday!”
“Where the hell did you get that idea?”
“I just did!”
He sighed. Thought about it some. “Well… today’s the most important day in the world then, I guess,” he said after a moment.
She blinked. “Really? Why?”
He drank his beer. “We’re alive, ain’t we?”
She nodded.
“And we got food in our bellies?”
She nodded again.
“And we ain’t sick? Or hurt?”
Her head continued to bob in agreement.
“And I got my beer and nobody we know died, and Yumichika didn’t ask me to hold his bags for him when he went shoppin’ earlier today. So then…” he finished logically, “today’s pretty fuckin’ important in the grand scheme of things, right?”
She beamed-it made perfect sense. “Ken-chan is so smart!”
She hopped off of his shoulder then, onto his desk so she could look up at him with a big, excited smile. “Happy birthday!”
“Thanks,” he said, and kind of hoped this would get her to maybe leave him alone about the whole thing from here on out. He really just wanted to enjoy his goddamned beer.
Then she said, “I’m gonna go tell everyone!”
He sighed. That had been a little bit optimistic of him, maybe.
“It’s the most important day in the world, right?” she declared happily, and zipped out of the room, letting everyone who would listen (and even those who wouldn’t) know the crucial information as she passed by them, demanding lots of cakes and presents and alcohol later tonight.
He watched her go and then turned to glance briefly at the calendar on his desk. It read November nineteenth.
Not a bad date as far as dates went, he supposed-nothing pansy about it as far as he could tell. Though he might have lied a little bit just now when he’d told Yachiru that bullshit about today being the most important day in the whole wide world.
But to be fair, February twelfth was already taken.
END
EDITS PLZ.