AN- This is my first fic, so if you can rate and review, and tell me how much it sucked, or if it was slightly decent, i'd appreiate it. Based off the song Remember the Name by Fort Minor. Rate and Reveiw please. Thanks, and enjoy!
Remember the Name
You ready?! Let's go!
Kenpachi tensed, waiting for his opponent to make the first move. Yachiru was sitting on the roof of a building across the street from them, watching him intently.
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
He could feel the adrenaline pulsing through his body, making him hyper-aware of everything in the general vicinity. He wondered vaguely if this happened to other people too. He stood there, hand on his Zanpaktou, waiting. The other man stood there; sweat beading his forehead, shaking slightly under the weight of his spiritual pressure. In a move of pure desperation, he leapt foreword trying to stab him through.
This is ten percent luck
Zaraki slipped to the side, scolding himself for loosing focus in the middle of a fight. If he kept getting distracted like this, he would die. Luck wasn't enough to keep him alive.
Twenty percent skill
He swiftly blocked the next attack, slipping past the other's guard, hitting him on the shoulder. Not fatal, but painful.
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Kenpachi snarled in frustration as his opponent darted away from his blade. He took a deep breath and tried to focus and center his reiatsu on his sword. The attempt failed miserably.
Five percent pleasure
He laughed as the man's sword went flying through the air, arcing slowly away from them. The man lunged for the sword causing Kenpachi to laugh again. Yachiru smiled slightly to herself; Kenny looked like he was having fun.
Fifty percent pain
Zaraki snarled as the man's sword slammed through his body, piercing his form. He grunted softly, looking down at the blood that was flowing from his body. He was annoyed. He'd already told himself that relying on luck wouldn't be enough. He had to win this fast, before he lost too much blood. He stepped back, ripping the sword out of his body. And then promptly ran the man through.
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name