Bleach, "Personal Preference," no pairing, PG
Well folks, it's just about that time of the quarter (ZOMG FINALS I'M GONNA FUCKING FAIL *SPAZ*), which means I'm freaking out and writing fiction instead of writing lesson plans.
*sigh*
ANYWAY, onyx_shinigami left me a comment, enthusiastically requesting fiction about Zaraki Kenpachi, who is without a doubt THE BEST character in Bleach. Seriously.
So here it is. I hope y'all like it! ♥
Personal Preference
by Mistr3ss Quickly
Zaraki Kenpachi, contrary to popular-albeit absolutely unspoken among his underlings-belief, does not particularly like cute things.
He doesn't like sweet things. He doesn't like bouncy innocent things. Really, he doesn't really like anythings, past a good fight with a worthy opponent and an afternoon passed with his bare feet resting in cool grass.
If anyone were brave enough-and equally dumb enough-to ask him if he likes his vice captain, Zaraki Kenpachi wouldn't hesitate to tell them no.
And then he would gut them like a fish. But that's beside the point.
All the same, it would be the truth. He doesn't particularly like the bubbly little spirit who perches on his shoulder and laughs at everything and anything and nothing at all. He doesn't care that she's nearly as tough and nearly as terrifying and nearly as respected as he is, because it suits his purposes as captain of the Eleventh. But then again, it wouldn't really matter to him all that much if she didn't.
He'd dismiss her if she bothered him.
He'd fight her if she challenged him.
He'd kill her if she betrayed him.
And that's all. She's part of him and he's part of her. Simple as that.
Once, only a few months after Kenpachi became captain of the Eleventh, a mid-rank from the Eighth wanted to know if there was some sort of relationship between the universally feared captain of the Eleventh and his vice captain. Kenpachi knew about it immediately-no secrets among captains, after all-and thought it was funny.
No, he chuckled to himself, Yachiru would never stand for having a brother the likes of him.
No, he thought with a curl of the lip, Yachiru was not sired by the likes of someone like him.
On the day he caught wind of the mid-rank's reference to Yachiru as "Big Kenpachi's little pink parts," Kenpachi didn't think at all.
Instead, he killed the man. Messily. Then left him where he fell, to serve as an example to anyone who might have overheard the comment in the first place.
"A mercy killing," he told Captain Shunsui, when called upon for an explanation.
It wasn't a lie. Had Yachiru been left to deal with the situation, Kenpachi had no doubt that the pint-sized shinigami would have vented her frustrations on several of Seireitei's oldest buildings, reducing them to rubble in a matter of seconds. Or worse, she'd have sought out not only the man who'd spoken the slander, but also his close friends and associates, and would have the lot of them lying motionless in the streets, bleeding into the gutters.
Or worse yet, she'd have destroyed and killed and returned to him, only to cry on his shoulder.
Kenpachi cannot stomach the thought of Yachiru crying.
He didn't need to tell that to the captain of the Eighth. Upon hearing his explanation, Shunsui nodded, and let the subject drop.
Since then, no one has asked about the captain of the Eleventh or his vice captain. No one has asked Kenpachi anything, in fact, opting instead to send Hell butterflies to his vice captain whenever communication is absolutely necessary.
Kenpachi doesn't care. Kenpachi couldn't care less.
He stretches out his bare feet, cool blades of grass tickling his toes, and closes his eye. Beside him, Yachiru chatters happily about the latest gossip concerning Pretty-Pretty and Pachinko-kun, as she calls their underlings. Her words are a little slurred and she makes a crunching noise every so often; Captain Kuchiki must have given her candy again.
This is what Zaraki Kenpachi likes best, were anyone to ask.
But no one will, and privately, Kenpachi likes that, too.
*sigh*
ANYWAY, onyx_shinigami left me a comment, enthusiastically requesting fiction about Zaraki Kenpachi, who is without a doubt THE BEST character in Bleach. Seriously.
So here it is. I hope y'all like it! ♥
Personal Preference
by Mistr3ss Quickly
Zaraki Kenpachi, contrary to popular-albeit absolutely unspoken among his underlings-belief, does not particularly like cute things.
He doesn't like sweet things. He doesn't like bouncy innocent things. Really, he doesn't really like anythings, past a good fight with a worthy opponent and an afternoon passed with his bare feet resting in cool grass.
If anyone were brave enough-and equally dumb enough-to ask him if he likes his vice captain, Zaraki Kenpachi wouldn't hesitate to tell them no.
And then he would gut them like a fish. But that's beside the point.
All the same, it would be the truth. He doesn't particularly like the bubbly little spirit who perches on his shoulder and laughs at everything and anything and nothing at all. He doesn't care that she's nearly as tough and nearly as terrifying and nearly as respected as he is, because it suits his purposes as captain of the Eleventh. But then again, it wouldn't really matter to him all that much if she didn't.
He'd dismiss her if she bothered him.
He'd fight her if she challenged him.
He'd kill her if she betrayed him.
And that's all. She's part of him and he's part of her. Simple as that.
Once, only a few months after Kenpachi became captain of the Eleventh, a mid-rank from the Eighth wanted to know if there was some sort of relationship between the universally feared captain of the Eleventh and his vice captain. Kenpachi knew about it immediately-no secrets among captains, after all-and thought it was funny.
No, he chuckled to himself, Yachiru would never stand for having a brother the likes of him.
No, he thought with a curl of the lip, Yachiru was not sired by the likes of someone like him.
On the day he caught wind of the mid-rank's reference to Yachiru as "Big Kenpachi's little pink parts," Kenpachi didn't think at all.
Instead, he killed the man. Messily. Then left him where he fell, to serve as an example to anyone who might have overheard the comment in the first place.
"A mercy killing," he told Captain Shunsui, when called upon for an explanation.
It wasn't a lie. Had Yachiru been left to deal with the situation, Kenpachi had no doubt that the pint-sized shinigami would have vented her frustrations on several of Seireitei's oldest buildings, reducing them to rubble in a matter of seconds. Or worse, she'd have sought out not only the man who'd spoken the slander, but also his close friends and associates, and would have the lot of them lying motionless in the streets, bleeding into the gutters.
Or worse yet, she'd have destroyed and killed and returned to him, only to cry on his shoulder.
Kenpachi cannot stomach the thought of Yachiru crying.
He didn't need to tell that to the captain of the Eighth. Upon hearing his explanation, Shunsui nodded, and let the subject drop.
Since then, no one has asked about the captain of the Eleventh or his vice captain. No one has asked Kenpachi anything, in fact, opting instead to send Hell butterflies to his vice captain whenever communication is absolutely necessary.
Kenpachi doesn't care. Kenpachi couldn't care less.
He stretches out his bare feet, cool blades of grass tickling his toes, and closes his eye. Beside him, Yachiru chatters happily about the latest gossip concerning Pretty-Pretty and Pachinko-kun, as she calls their underlings. Her words are a little slurred and she makes a crunching noise every so often; Captain Kuchiki must have given her candy again.
This is what Zaraki Kenpachi likes best, were anyone to ask.
But no one will, and privately, Kenpachi likes that, too.