The Admired Yachiru.
Chapter one.
Captain Zaraki and Yachiru were sitting in squad eleven captain's office ignoring the growing pile of paperwork that needed to be done. Yachiru got bored playing with her toys and decided she needed to know more about her name sake.
" Kenny, tell me about Yachiru the person you named me after."
" Why do you want to know about her?" asked Zaraki.
"You never talk about her, and she must be important if you named me after her." said Yachiru.
" She was strong and also loved to fight. Her zanpackto was two forearm length daggers. One was red and the other green. They both had vine designs on them."
" You remember a lot about her daggers," interrupted Yachiru.
" She was very proud of them. Had to show them off all the time. But anyway if you want to know about her don't interrupt." said Zaraki.
" I know that part. How did you meet her?" asked Yachiru.
" Well," said Captain Zaraki as he leaned back in his chair to get comfortable…….
In the 80th district of Rukongai a woman with long brown hair and a dagger at each hip was walking passed the residential area when she noticed a large lump twenty feet ahead of her. Curious she went to examine the lump.
'Curiosity is going to be my downfall someday.' she mused to herself. As she got closer she noticed the lump was not really a lump, but a man.
'Oh! He's not a lump, but he's beaten so bad he might as well be.' she thought.
"How did you get like this big guy?" she asked.
The man stirred to the sound of her voice. Noticing this she tried talking to him again.
"Hey can you hear me?" she asked. The man just grunted at her.
"Okay so you can hear me. That's good. What's your name?" she asked. The man didn't answer her because he passed out. The woman stood near him for a while to make sure he didn't die right away.
" Despite all the injuries your not too bad to look at." she said.
The man laying at her feet was tall, at least he looked tall from his position on the dirt. And he has shoulder length black hair. His back was firmly muscled and led to a well defined behind. She could honestly say this because his clothes were nothing more than rags.
" I better get you off the road." she said to him even though she was basically talking to herself. She looked around to see if anyone was around to help her lift him, but no one was around. The part of the residential area they were in was deserted.
"Looks like I'm lifting you on my own. My current place isn't too far from here. Even if there was someone around they wouldn't help me. I'm not part of their residential family. Well lets go big guy." she said.
A few hours later the man woke up in a strange building. It was small and just had one room. The place didn't look lived in. the only evidence that someone reside there was a few belongings scattered around, and the pile of blankets he was laying on. While taking in his surroundings he realized there was a female body sitting next to him. She was sharpening her daggers. The man tried to go for his sword and couldn't find it near him. So he tried to sit up to attack her, but his body was to sore to move.
"Don't move around too much. You will upset your wounds. I bandaged you up the best I could since I'm not a medic. So even moving a little bit you might start bleeding again. And your sword is near the door. I put it there so you couldn't chop my head off. I like it on my shoulders." said the woman.
"Who are you?" asked the man. He decided she wasn't a threat and relaxed on the pile of blankets.
" I as the person who dragged you here, and cleaned your wounds. But you may call me Yachiru." she said. The man just closed his eyes and grunted at her.
"I'll make us something to eat. You do have a high enough reiatsu that you eat right?" Yachiru asked. Again the man just grunted at her. While Yachiru made the food she had she chattered away, and received an occasional grunt. As they were eating the man asked how Yachiru got so much food, because in the 80th district food was hard to come by.
" I stole half of it from the last village I was at. And the other half I won in a fight. Well not really won. The wife of the man I was fighting bribed me with it so I wouldn't kill her husband." explained Yachiru.
"You fight a lot." said the man. Yachiru didn't know of he was asking a question or making a statement.
" Yes I do fight a lot. So much so that I enjoy it. I also don't stay in one spot long, because people are uneasy around me. And some of them try to fight me to get me to go away. I end up killing most of them, and then others will come after me to get revenge. I find it easier to just keep moving." said Yachiru.
" My turn to ask a question. How did you get all those injuries?" she asked.
"Fighting." the man replied.
" Okay that was a stupid question." said Yachiru.
A few days later the mans wounds were practically gone. He just had faint little scars that would fade with time.
"Ever think of joining the Gotei 13?" asked Yachiru.
"No."
"Oh. I think it would be fun. Almost everyone there get to fight everyday. I would love to be there, and show off my daggers." said Yachiru. Both the man and Yachiru were sitting in silence, with the occasional question from Yachiru, became a daily routine. Yachiru didn't talk much, but compared to the man she was a chatterbox. Every time Yachiru asked a question, or tried to start a conversation the man would reply with one word or a grunt. He grunted a lot.
While waiting for the stew to cook Yachiru made another attempt at a conversation. She was determined to know a little more about her guest.
" Do you have a name? You've been here less than a week and I still don't know what to call you." asked Yachiru.
"I don't have name. I don't need one." replied the man.
Yachiru was shocked by his answer, and that he could form two sentences. It was the most she ever heard him say. Seeing this as an opportunity to get a conversation started Yachiru put aside her shock and asked more questions.
"Why don't you need a name? Having a name gives you an identity. I believe a name gives a person character and essence. Without essence a person is not a being. They are no more than a thing. Even the weakest and lowest Rukongai man has a name." said Yachiru.
"Not having a name lets me ignore useless chatter, and annoying people." said the man.
That remark hurt Yachiru's feelings greatly. She strongly believed everyone needed names. Every living thing had a name, so it made sense for a person to have a name.
"Well if your going to stay with me here you need a name. I'll call you Eighty. I choose Eighty because I found you here in the 80th district." said Yachiru. As she finished naming him she noticed the food was done.
"Foods done" she said. A grunt was her acknowledgement.
That night a group of people from the village came to Yachiru's house to run her off. When they showed up they saw an extremely tall man waiting for them. The mans sword was hanging loosely in the mans grip.
"You make a lot of noise. I knew you were coming before I could see your bodies as little dots." said the man with amusement in his voice.
"Who are you? Where is the woman that's been staying here? You need to leave you gigantic monster!!!" came the cries of the villagers at the same time.
"She was sleeping." said the man as Yachiru walked out the door.
"What's going on?" asked Yachiru tiredly.
Instead of answering her the man took off toward the group of men, and sliced them to pieces like they were made of butter. With her mouth open enough to catch flies; Yachiru couldn't believe what she just witnessed. Snapping her mouth shut when the man went back into the house Yachiru surveyed the massacre. Blood was everywhere and lumps of flesh was scattered all over the ground.
Walking back into the house Yachiru told the man that killing all those men so quickly was going way overboard. And they didn't deserve their fate because they didn't attack first.
" Now I have to locate another place to stay". grumbled Yachiru. The man ignored her. Sighing she laid back down to sleep. Even seeing the gruesome scene outside sleep came easily. Yachiru never worried about sleeping around the man; because she reasoned if he wanted to kill her he wouldn't wait for her to go to sleep.