Summary: What was Kazeshini thinking when he with the baby? He reminisces his time when he was with the kid. Based off episode 260.
A/N: This is my first fanfiction. I hope you enjoy what I've wrote. All criticism will be accepted but please don't hate me if you honestly don't like it. I never saw the full episode of 260 so I had decided to watch it online. Once I saw the whole thing, something just snapped and I thought, what if he was thinking these thoughts at the time? Then I decided to put it down. A little heads up, there are a few bad words in there, after all this story is T rated. Anyways, I hope you like it.
Chapter 1- Memories
A lone figure squatted near the edge of a cliff, deep in thought. The figure was a young man that was entirely black with red outlines that that shaped his form, making him look like a walking shadow. He wore bandages, rather than clothes, that wrapped around his legs and shoulders, as well as bandages some on his arms. He wasn't exactly covered from head to toe and most of his bandages were wrapped on his figure; showing that he had a well toned body.
He felt his long mane of hair blow through the wind as he sat there, staring out into the wide view that stretched out in front of him. The lone young man had a demonic of look, with his sharp canine teeth, pointed ears, and his narrow eyes. If anyone saw him, they would probably say he looked intimidating, but despite the malevolent colors and demonic features, he had solid baby blue eyes.
He was Kazeshini.
Yes. Among all of the zanpakuto, he was known for his blood thirsty intent to kill, including that him and his damn shinigami were on bad terms. Right now, it seemed like his shinigami was in a good mood. The wind blew gently and the sun shown through clouds as they passed over head. At least the shinigami wasn't in a bad mood, which always made his inner world windy as hell, as well as making it thunder. It always pissed him off whenever he had to deal with the weather down here.
Since Kazeshini was his shinigamis 'darker self', as some people like to say, he acted differently than him. He was short tempered and enjoyed killing, something the damn shinigami either wasn't like or didn't like about him. That bastard. When is he ever going to realize that they were practically two sides of the same coin?
He remembered several things that had happened between them. He remembered a lot of things that they had dealt with. When his shinigami gained his shikai, when fucking admitted that he was disgusted by the shape of his weapon, which pissed him off the most, but they never had any good memories. At the thought of his shinigami disgusted by his shape, Kazeshini bared his teeth and his ears lowered. After that had happened, Muramasa came along and freed him from the shinigami. He told him to follow his instinct, and the first thing that he wanted to do was kill.
That was something the pussy of a shinigami kept from him. The joy of killing, something he longed to do but the ass hole never called him out. Scared of his weapon? What bullshit! Once he saw his shinigami, he wanted to settle a score with him, for all the crap that he made him go through. After the Rebellion though, he continued to hunt him down.
Kazeshini calmed himself and looked out into the distance again. It reminded him of the Soul Society, it was similar to this one in his inner realm. He remembered all the things that had happened there. He had so many memories but there was one memory that stuck out. The one thing that he remembered was the kid. He remembered the time when he had to take care of a kid.
He was a zanpakuto that reaped lives, what the hell did he look like? If anyone heard this, they would laugh about it. Just looking at him would make them think that the idea was the dumbest thing anyone would come up with. His appearance was intimidating and he scared his enemies, exploiting them to fear as he killed them. Anyone would laugh about the idea of taking care of a baby.
Everyone, except himself.
Don't get him wrong. If you had told him before he had taken care of the kid, he would laugh his ass off and say that you had to be out of your fucking mind. There was no way he would take care of a kid, but it did happen. It was still fresh in his mind; Kazeshini closed his eyes and thought back to the days after the Zanpakuto Rebellion.
He remembered when he first met the kid; he remembered that he sat near him and looked up at him with a smile on his face. When he first saw him, he had this . . . strange feeling. He didn't know what the feeling was, but it was something like . . . pity. It didn't help the fact that the kid started to cry when he tried to get rid of him so he ended up taking the kid with him. He tried to get rid of the kid but something had held him back from doing so.
He just thought it was because the kid was getting annoying with his crying, but that wasn't it. When the other Zanpakutos made fun of him, he wasn't sure why he wasn't pissed off about it but he was just annoyed. The kid even scared the shit out of him when he almost touched his scythe! Kazeshini didn't think that he actually cared for the kid, but then again, he should have killed him when the kid fucking pissed on his shoulder.
Kazeshini had finally realized how much the kid had actually grown on him when he sat in the forest. He wanted to go after his damn shinigami but the baby had held him back from doing so, literally. The kid fell asleep once he managed to get a hold of him; just looking at his face couldn't keep him from being angry at the kid. He knew that he would never do this with some random person, but this was different. Kazeshini didn't understand why he was even taking care of the kid until later that day.