My life on Kenpachi's eye: Part 1
I was just a lonely little experiment, sitting on Mayuri's table, right beside the random limbs of some poor sod he dissected.
When one day the Native American Santa Claus came to visit me.He was tall with dreads and a collection of bells tied at the ends.
You see I was a ugly little eye-patch,Or so I was told by the random one eyed shinigami that originally had to wear me.
However I could never fanthom what made me so un-lovable...with waving tentacles and mini-mouths on my under-belly to nibble on the wearer's eyes,
was I not desirable?
But the day I met Kenpachi Zaraki that all changed…