Disclaimer: Can I draw? No. So do I own Bleach? Obviously not.
Just a short drabble. If you want some more chapters, lemme know, and I'll write a one-shot for it, and post it here.
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Unohana Retsu sighed as she saw the battered up 11th division capitan be dragged into the 4th division. He was bloody, but that was expected after just fighting the 4th Espada.
"Kenpachi-san is hurt badly this time…isn't, Ikkaku-san?"
"Un…just barely got away before the place caved in. Good news is that Taichou left that fucker pretty messed up…" mumbled Ikkaku, removing his haori as one of the medics came to heal the wounds he got from fighting with Yammy.
Patching up the bloodied form of Zaraki, Unohana stared at the man, who's breathing had gone from ragged gasps to calm breaths. He was scarred in many places, and looked like a lost soul with his hair down, the way they had him now. His eyepatch wasn't removed, keeping his reiatsu level low.
Gathering her reiatsu, Retsu did another quick check, right before a hand grabbed her wrist in a fierce grip.
"Unohana…" Zaraki said, his eye half-opened, looking at her. Gathering his breath, he said finally…
"I here by hate the number 4." He said, passing out again.
Unohana simply smiled.
That man had his qualities.
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Retsu walked calmly to the party being held at the 8th division, in celebration at the end of the war and with Aizen's death. Quite honestly, she didn't want to go. She'd say hello to a couple of friends, maybe have a drink or two, then be one her way home.
When she arrived, everything was blasting. Iba and Renji were chugging down sake by the barrel, and several of the capitans were crowded around a table, watching something, obviously, very interesting.
There, she saw Zaraki and Hitsugaya, sake in hand, having a drinking contest. When, Hitsugaya collapsed, money was traded, people cried while others cheered.
Smirking triumphantly, Zaraki said, "The kid but up a good challenge, but no one can beat me when can it comes to drinking!"
Deciding to start a show, Unohana smiled gently. "Is that a challenge, Kenpachi-san."
Everything literally grew quiet. Even the spirit crickets that did their one thing in the night had gone quiet. Looking at the woman from the corner of his eye, Zaraki smirked. "Take a seat then, Retsu."
"Please, I want this to be even. Allow me to get rid of the drunkness you have now." Unohana said, curing the frightening man. "Now, lets get started." She said, removing her capitan's jacket, and upper layer of her shinigami garb, revealing something similar to that of Soi-fon's battle suit top.
Now everyone was crowded around the table. No one was speaking. They watched as Zaraki downed a glass. Then Retsu. Then Zaraki. Then Retsu.
Some 40 shots on both sides was when people started pulling out the big guns in terms of betting. Those who thought that Zaraki would crush Unohana in this contest finally started placing bets, almost all on Zaraki. Thing is, every one in the 4th division bet on their capitan, and even some of the other divisions did.
But still, most of the bets were on Zaraki.
80 shots, Retsu began slowing her charge.
85 shots, Retsu started taking time to down the shots.
90 shots, Retsu had to take time to recooperate.
95 shots, Retsu held on by a thread, downing it.
100 shots, Zaraki passed out.
101 shots, Retsu passed out, her hand landing on the side of Zaraki's face.
Bets were traded, Many cried, and others began cheering, trying to get some sake, only to realize none was left.
And within that time, some one had placed Retsu in Zaraki's arms.
Isane slowly backed out of the party, camera behind her back.
Run for it!
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A/N: There we go, the KenUno drabble that's been on my mind. If you want a couple done, let me know, and tell me what you wanna see.