Tokyo is bright at night but in some places the dark could fine its way in to cover demons. The night is young but the air is filled with screams and metal clashing together. In a dark alley somewhere in downtown Tokyo a fight rages. From the alley he emerges. A teenage boy of sixteen with blood covering his whole body. As he runs the two blades he wields drags on the floor screeching for help. He can't lift them any higher because all night he has swung them and they grow tired. Few cuts on his arms and backs also play their role. He dares no sheath the swords because he is still being chase through the streets and alleys.
Suddenly just before he turns the corner a foot steps on his face. The force pushes him on his back as he slides on the pavement. He quickly pop back on his feet and went into stance with one sword high and the other low. If he was to lay down now he would surely never get back up.
The blood has covered his eyes and he had no time to wipe it off so it begins to irritate him. This was not good he needed every advantage he could get now. Although he could not see well he recognized the symbol on the man's jacket. He slowly stepped out with his blood sucking minions surrounding the teenager. It was Jushiro the head gang here in downtown Tokyo. He was the average bully who got lucky and now controlled a big enough parts of the streets to threaten anyone he wanted. His arrogant smug and his samurai haircut was the most hideous thing of this time.
"so little Yachiro-kun why do you run from me huh? I gave you a good offer to sit by my right hand and you can have whatever you want." He said arrogantly sticking his head out at the teenager. The teenager wanted to take the chance and swing but his body has gotten sluggish he could not know if he could.
Over head a tall figure watches in interest. He would challenge who ever won. He was deep in anticipation when a small voice on his back called out.
"Hey Kenny!" she said. He woke with a little frustration but he could never stay mad at her. He turned over to the little pixie on his shoulder.
"What is it Yachiru?" She gave a big smile with her everlasting giddy attitude.
"Shouldn't we go find Ichy? Isn't it the reason why you came to the human world?" she pointed out. Kenpachi thought for a moment. He could go challenge Ichigo right now but there is a large chance he would not except no matter how much he would ask. But this boy might after he is done. Kenpachi looked into the boys intense red eyes and had a brief feeling of nostalgia.
Before he could make up his mind Jushiro yelled charge. His minions quickly followed his order and charged head on at Yachiro. Yachiro quickly cut through the first five but his energy began to drain dramatically. His speed began to become more sluggish as time pass. He is forced to a wall and a blade rips through his right shoulder. The pain makes him shout and almost release his sword. The pain was a curse yet a blessing. It jolted more energy into Yachiro. He used it to slash three more men in one stroke then ran towards Jushiro.
Kenpachi got more excited as he continued to watch. His happy face quickly contorted as Jushiro pulled out a foreign weapon.
Scared of Yachiro, Jushiro pulled his pistol with fifteen shot and tried to release the trigger. The gun clicks as Yachiro tries to immediately stop. But it was no use. Yachiro legs continued at Jushiro. Bang. The buyllet came flying out. Yachiro did not want to die by a bullet and with his last effort moved his head so the bullet graced his cheek. He counted it as a blessing . He then tried to move his legs but they would not budge. Jushiro was not skilled in kendo but he new when some one was weakening. He pulled out his sword then held it high. Yachiro screamed for his legs to move but they wouldn't. He tried to lift the heavy swords but they had already slipped from his blood covered fingers. The sword came down on his left shoulder. A scream then silence.
Yachiro remembered nothing but coming out of a coma in a hospital not far from here. While tring to rehabilitate his muscles he came across kendo. He found that he had a natural talent for it and never dropped his swords. He did not do good at school so kendo was his life. He went into matches and won every single one with the northern yagyu style kendo. When times got hard on him in the matches he never gave up because the principles of that style would not let him. He was going to be the rebirth of the legendary hero Jue-bei Yagyu. And there was no blade that can match up to his own.
\"What the fuck!" screamed a voice. It was Jushiro. His blade rested on Yachiro's shoulder but it did not cut. Kenpachi saw this divine golden aura beginning to dance around Yachiro's body. The pixie on his shoulder couldn't believe it either.
A smile broke on Yachiro's face. "No lowly swordsmen like you will ever cut me!" Yachiro looked up at Jushiro. His face covered in a dark red because of all the dry blood. Both of Yachiro's eyes intensely glares at Jushiro. Slowly Yachiro's hand reaches the blade on his soulder. He then caught it between both palms.
Jushiro was to scared to relize what was happening but the cold feeling that came just as Yachiro looked at him woke him. He saw that Yachiro had caught his sword and tried to pull it out but Jushiro tried to yank the sword the other way. Yachiro did not have strength for this struggle so he did what he could.
The sound of metal snapping under pressure echoed in the streets. Jushiro gags as blood gurgle from his mouth and throat. More blood began to cover Yachiro's hands. Yachiro release the broken blade from Jushiro's throat then stepped back. Jushiro's minions muttered to them selves then ran away. Leacing Jushiro with his own blood.
Not all of his men ran away. Their blades had cut Yachiro before what could be the difference now. Four ran at him screaming. Yachiro did not want to die but he could barely hold himself up. Suddenly a flash. A tall man stood before Yachiro with a pink haired girl on his shoulder. He thought is was his imagination as he was about to die.
Yachiru turned to look at Yachiro and she was worried. Worried that Kenny would not get his match after how long he waited. Kenpachi smiled as the swords on his chest began to shiver in fear. With another flash Kenpachi swung his rusty sword and cut all four men in half. Yachiro could hear their bodies drop. Kenpachi then slowly turned around to gaze at his next opponent and rested his blade over his shoulder. Kenpachi had a confused look on his face.
Kenpachi wondered why Yachiro had a terrified look on his face. The intense look in his eyes gone replaced by a disappointing fear.
"Boy! Why do you quiver pick up your sword and fight me I will be your next opponent. Those were nothing compared to me" kenpachi was ready to charge and hope his words would inspire Yachiro to pick up his swords but it did not. It gave him more of a scare. Kenpachi began to get frustrated.
"Hey Kenny maybe we should let him rest he looks pretty banged up Kenny" Yachiru said.
"Perhaps your right. No perhaps i was wrong Here I will put you out of your misery right now boy!" Kenpachi raised his sword then dropped it. To his surprise Yachiro dodged it by quickly using shunpo and moving slightly to the right. He then began to mutter something. Something that gave Kenpachi a strange feeling.
"Jue-Bei…Jue-Bei" Yachiro muttered. Then lost consciousness and fell back. It echoed in Kenpachi's mind and made him anxious.
"Who is this Jue-Bei to give this boy such fear?" he thought aloud.