Author's Notes: Hey, I thought I would make a sequel to Nameless. Hope you like it. Just so you know, I don't think I got the spelling of all the Japanese words right, sorry guess I'm not perfect.
I forgot to include this on my last story.
Disclaimer: i do not own Bleach or any of it's characters. I wish i did though.
Demon
Demon
Kenpachi walked into a new town in a new district of Rukongai, Yachiru perched on his shoulder. Looking around skeptically he told Yachiru, "I don't think we'll be seeing much excitement here in this town. "
Yachiru couldn't agree more, but looking around some more she thought, 'this place might not be much for excitement, but it looks like a good place to rest.'
Nodding to herself Yachiru piped up, "It looks like a good place to rest though. Wanna stay here for a little while?"
"Don't see why we couldn't, you wanna stay?"
"Yup!"
"Alrighty then, we'll stay for a little while."
"Yay!"
Meanwhile, the townspeople were looking at the pair strangely, wondering why they were talking about excitement and staying. They often welcomed new people, but this pair was strange and rugged. Well if they were staying only a little while they could handle it, and just shrugged it off. Little did they know, a little while did not mean a few days.
A few years later, the townspeople watched the alleys and empty houses with fear. It was not the giant they feared, they had long since learned that if you were weak he had no interest in you beyond that you existed. No, they feared the pink haired terror that travelled with him, the one named Kusajishi Yachiru.
She would appear when you least expected it, out of empty houses or alleyways, sometime seemingly appearing out of nowhere in the middle of the street. She would run around laughing, chasing people around until she caught them, or they collapsed from exhaustion. She called it her "playtime". And all the giant did was laugh, not even attempting to restrain the pink haired terror.
It was during one of her playtimes that two new strangers appeared. Yachiru, excited, quickly ran off to "play" with them. What followed was something no one had expected.
The first stranger jumped out of the way, and the second stranger reversed the "game". He began to chase Yachiru, quickly catching her. She was giggling, "I like the new game, can we play some more?"
After seeing this display of ability, the townspeople took a closer look at the two strangers. The first one, who had jumped, was bald and wore a short grey yukata. He carried a sword slung over his shoulder, relaxed as only one who had experience could be. The stranger holding Yachiru was, there was no other way to put it, a pretty boy. He wore a long flowered kimono, wore his hair straight and impeccably neat. However that was not what got them, it was the fact that his face, hands, and feet looked like they were made of porcelain. He had plucked eyebrows, and he had decorated one of them with two short, thin feathers, one orange and one green.
The pretty boy raised his decorated eyebrow at the girl he was holding. "Pray tell, what were you doing when you tried to run us down? Was it this 'game' of yours?"
"Yup! But you came up with a new one. Do you think we could play both?"
"'Fraid not little girl, I'm look'n for a strong person to fight."
"Oh, I know someone; he's been waiting for somebody strong to come along so he can fight them!"
Wriggling out of the pretty boy's grip she led them to an alleyway where there was something sitting draped in a dark cloth. "Kenny, wake up there's someone here to fight you!"
The thing in the alleyway grunted and stood up, revealing a giant of a man. "So, you want to fight me?" Kenpachi grinned, "I've been wait'n for somebody to come along that was willing to fight me."
Looking the challenger up and down, seeing how scrawny looking he was. Kenpachi asked, "You sure you're up for it?"
The stranger grinned, "Size doesn't mean shit; it's how you use it that counts."
Kenpachi's grin spread, looking positively feral as stepped out into the street. "Well then, let's see if you can back up those words of yours."
The bald stranger just grinned even wider, "I'll tell you my name so you'll know it before you die. My name is Ikkaku."
Kenpachi snorted, "I'll tell you mine if you live."
Following his comment he swung a sword that they had not seen before. Ikkaku quickly blocked, the ensuing clash sending waves of pain down his arm as the man's riatsu crashed down on him, pushing him down into the ground. The man never stopped his attack, swinging again and again, pushing Ikkaku farther down. The only thing Ikkaku could think was 'Holy shit this guy is powerful.' Gritting his teeth he tried to strike back, but getting struck down faster than he could blink. He laid there on the ground bleeding, "Kill me, and finish it."
"No" was the calm response.
"Why the hell not?" Ikkaku screamed outraged. "It will only be dishonor for me if you do not kill me!"
"I don't kill injured people, and if you fight me and live you're an injured person. Live and come back at me again and again, 'till you can fight me and win. And to keep my promise, and so you can find me again, my name is Zaraki Kenpachi."
Ikkaku glared at Kenpachi and declared, "I will hunt you down and fight you again and again until I defeat you."
Kenpachi grinned, "I look forward to it. C'mon Yachiru, this town has served its purpose."
Yachiru giggled running to Kenpachi, stopping only to bow to Ikkaku, "Thanks for playing with Kenny! He had fun!" Continuing on, she leapt up onto Kenpachi's shoulder, holding on as he blasted out of the town.
As he watched Kenpachi go, Ikkaku remembered something a person had told him once, 'Beware the Demon of Zaraki. He is a giant of a man, with long black hair and is accompanied by a pink haired girl. He calls himself Zaraki Kenpachi.' Ikkaku narrowed his eyes at the disappearing back, "I'll remember you Zaraki Kenpachi, Demon of Zaraki."
Notes: By the way, I am looking for a Beta, so please, help me. I'm a little self concious about my spelling and grammar. Criticize me, I probably need the help. R&R please, it inspires me to write more.
