Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Zanpaku-to? ❯ Zaraki Feels ( Chapter 2 )

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Zaraki Feels

 

He felt like an idiot. He had tried talking to the zanpaku-to before and achieved nothing. After he had been defeated by that ryoka, Zaraki had tried talking to his zanpaku-to. He had even asked for its name, politely. Wasn't he polite? But it was pointless. It had not answered him them. Why would it answer him now?

 

The last time he had talked to the zanpaku-to was in front of Yachiru. He was injured at the time and she had not mentioned it since. He was embarrassed at the memory, that someone had seen him in this moment of weakness, when he who was so strong had asked for help from a tool. That was what the zanpaku-to was, just a sword, a tool. A sword that would not be sharpened. A tool that had failed him when he needed it most.

 

One of the reasons his clothes were tattered, aside from the fact he did not care how he looked, was that the clothing matched the edge of his blade. It was a point of pride with him that he did not look neat like the rest of the shinigami captains. Some of them carried all that a little too far. Aizen had always been neat and he was the great traitor.

 

He sat down, placed the zanpaku-to in its scabbard and rubbed his face. He was tired. He was hungry. He was not a weak dog like the rest of the shinigami.

 

All the time he remembered that he had been defeated. It did not matter how many times Yachiru told him that it was not a fair fight because it was two against one. He had fought against more than one adversary before.

 

He did have many reasons he wanted to increase his power. With the reports that Aizen might be coming, Zaraki wanted to be the person to defeat him. To show once again that the Captain of the 11th Squad was the strongest, the most powerful Captain. He felt shamed that he had been taken in by Aizen and had done little to prevent his escape.

 

While he was still alone he would try again. Even if the zanpaku-to was only a tool, it was best to have the tool work for him. He remembered hearing someone say that if you did not work with a tool, you would just harm each other's power.

 

“Hey, zanpaku-to. Let's get to know each other. We should work together. I don't need your power. Oh, okay, I do need your power. Come on. I know the pain of not having a name, but you do have a name. Maybe it is a different pain if no one knows your name. If you tell me your name, maybe the pain will go away.”

 

Still no answer.

 

“This is a joke! I am talking to you, zanpaku-to. Can't you talk to me? I, who am your master, can't we just learn a little about each other? You know about me, you are with me every day. If we know each other's names maybe we can…. Oh, forget it. This is stupid. What the hell am I talking to you for anyway?”

 

 

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