A/N: To me, Kenpachi is the most thought provoking character, so i thought it'd be interesting to make a fanfic about my own OC paralleling his life. These chapters will be short, i feel it matches the style i had in mind. Also, I try to update weekly, but if i don't, do know that life can get hectic, and sometimes i hesitate when i feel a chapter isn't good enough. Enjoy reading and stick around until the end.


Warrior

And as I journeyed on-

Ravaging everywhere I appeared,

For I thought none could match me-

I met him


I stood amongst a mountain of corpses as warm Spring rain soaked my hair and tattered kimono. A pool was forming at the base of the mountain, crimson fluid streams down the bodies, mixing with the water and creating a flow that streamed towards me.

The point of my sword sinks into the ground and as the rivulet reached its location, it was instantly, greedily, drunk by the metal. The dead would be drained of their essence to quench the beast's thirst. And when it had its fill I continued on; with nowhere in mind for I had no home.

I simply walked, and breathed, and when the creature awakened from its slumber, we would feast again.

I did not know that day would be our last supper.

As I turned from the mountain a little girl, who could no be anymore than ten years, with short bright pink hair and lively brown eyes, wearing a familiar black shihakusho.

"I'm Yachiru Kusajishi," she greeted with such mirth, as if talking to an old friend yet we were complete strangers. I remained silent, and decided my sword would not benefit from this blood. I was no longer in the mood, anyways, and slaughtering vainly was a waste of energy.

"My friend, Kenny, wants to fight you." Her finger point behind me; I did not notice his presence until I could feel his breathe on the back of my neck. I could have run away, I was certainly fast enough to evade him. Yet I spun around to face him, and my life would forever be entwined to his own.