Just a short drabble to get my inspiration going again. I'm not totally up to date with the manga, so this has nothing to do with the current storyline.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Summary: Yachiru gets a pet.
It had been a hard week in the 11th. Yachiru was upset because she hadn't been allowed to bring back that weird little hollow, which she insisted on calling Doggie, from Hueco Mundo. She took her anger out on her poor subordinates—who weren't to blame, for a change.
So no-one was surprised when somebody finally gave in and brought her a pet. The surprising bit was the person it came from.
"But I don't want a kitten, Ken-chan! I want Doggie!"
Of course, the 11th division captain was never known for his ability choosing presents. Or getting Yachiru to shut up. And even though everyone knew he was a big softie when it came to his lieutenant, he didn't usually show it—which just emphasized how insufferable she had been these few days.
"Don't give a damn what you want. Just don't kill it, kid," Kenpachi grunted before stalking off.
When he was gone, Yumichika uttered the quiet "awww" ,that nobody else dared voice, into the suddenly quiet barracks.
Yachiru spared the cat's life, surprisingly, and didn't even torture it. Much. This led to the rarer theory amongst the 11th shinigami that the lieutenant, under all the weirdness and layers of sadism, was also a softie—a small one this time—deep, deep down. Not even Yumichika dared say that aloud, though. It just remained there, unsaid, a small secret amongst the division members: they're both human. Invincible, callous, but human all the same.
And all in all, it didn't come as a big surprise when the wide-eyed kitty grew into a panther and started bringing half-dead Hollows back home.