Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Seireitei Monogatari ❯ Rukia's Dating Service - Kenpachi ( Chapter 65 )

Title: Rukia's Dating Service - Kenpachi

Pairings/Characters: Kenpachi, Ichigo, Yachiru

Rating: T

Warning: Blood, Language

Words: 622

Description: Considering the pairing of the day, he should have expected so much worse.

 

 

His sword bit through another Hollow, and he felt a satisfying lurch before ripping it free, the Hollow screeching as it dissolved into bits. Ichigo had only milliseconds to revel in his victory before he was turning and leaping into the air, slashing viciously at yet another of the lost souls.

 

Around him, he could hear the sounds of Kenpachi's laughter, filling the air. Yachiru, on his shoulder, giggled as she leapt around and dispatched her own. Blood splattered everywhere, spilling to the ground. A few dismembered limbs flew through the air as though pretending to be birds on their final flight. Yachiru's handiwork. She was still laughing.

 

And still, the Hollows came with no regards to their own safety, despite the numbers of their own already dispatched.

 

Ichigo didn't know how Kenpachi had done it, had found the one place that seemed to attract Hollows like a magnet. But here, they were. And there, all of them were. And Ichigo had never felt so exhausted in his life. It was a good kind of fatigue though. These Hollows were nothing compared to the Arrancar, but it was still a fight. And although he wasn't exactly like Kenpachi, he could admit to enjoying it.

 

He pushed the scary thought from his mind that Yachiru considered this a “play date”, just as he ignored the reason behind Hollow-hunting with Kenpachi in the first place. That damn woman and her scheming.

 

Sure, he was having a good time. He liked tearing his way through enemies without having to worry about Grimmjow suddenly appearing and trying to fight him like always. It was sort of freeing, and there were a lot fewer expectations.

 

However, he didn't see himself wanting to kiss Kenpachi. Like ever. So while he was having fun and a great time, he wasn't planning on really dating the eleventh division captain anytime soon.

 

At least, he had made a friend... errr… two since Yachiru was invariably included in the picture.

 

With an oomph, he felt a weight settle on his shoulder. He swung Zangetsu once again, decapitating a strange frog thing, not even having to look to see what his burden was.

 

“Yay!” Yachiru chirped excitedly, wriggling with that usual boundless energy. “Ichi, will have ta come hunting with us again!”

 

In front of him, Zaraki suddenly loomed, teeth bared in his version of an innocent grin. “Good idea after all. Eh, brat?”

 

She nodded with excitement, making the leap from Ichigo's shoulder to Kenpachi's in a manner of seconds. It took that long for the substitute Shinigami to realize that all the Hollows were gone. He resisted the urge to collapse on the ground out of sheer fatigue. He knew his robes were in desperate need of cleaning, that they were torn from lucky strikes and stained in blood.

 

But he still felt pretty damn good.

 

Zaraki grunted and sheathed his sword, looking only mildly winded. He cracked his neck, a rather violent motion.

 

“Well, I'm hungry. Whatcha say, kid? Wanna come back to the eleventh?”

 

Ichigo pondered this for all of a second before shrugging. “Why not?”

 

The captain looked at him, blinked, and then guffawed, loud and deep. He clapped a hand down on Ichigo's shoulder and back briefly as Yachiru propped herself up on her elbows, watching the boy intently.

 

“And then, we can fight,” the man added with determination, eye taking on a distinctly feral gleam as he turned and walked away, expecting the substitute Shinigami to follow him.

 

Ichigo sighed and trailed along. He wasn't going to escape fully unscathed, after all.

 

Che. Rukia was healing all his injuries whether she liked it or not.

 

That damn bitch.

 

But at least, it had been fun.

 

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