The Making of a Shinigami
Hi there! I bet you opened this up because you're as big a fan of Ken-chan as I am! Right? Well unfortunately Ken-chan and Bleach belong to Mr. Tite Kubo, and not me... sigh. And Shinigami don't belong to anyone (except maybe Ryuk). Anyways, hope you enjoy my first child- err, fanfic.
There was blood. Lots of blood. Too much blood. A small flash of pink wound its way into the scarlet pools- and then he blinked
He was a boy of about seventeen, on the borderline of manhood. He is known today as Kenpachi, but in truth, he had never been named. He was orphaned at a very young age. Unwanted and never given a home, he drifted aimlessly and cynically throughout the years. Lately he had been having obscure, violent dreams. However, he reflected little on them. He lived his life on whims and never had time to analyze every little thing. But this dream, or rather nightmare, loomed ominously over him like a thundercloud.
He blinked again. He had merely drifted off into an afternoon nap in the most peaceful, flowering field. Juxtaposing against the quiet horizon, the malicious dream ruined the landscape. The boy left, though he felt a sense of return tugging him toward it again, he pushed onward towards his night job.
Loud music. Clanging glasses. The boy did not enjoy these parties, but he did what he had to for money.
"Yo! No-name waiter! Bring us some more booze, hahaha!" shouted a nearly incapacitated young man. This man always caused a ruckus every night at the bar, and was most disliked by the boy. Yet it was the boy's job, so he delivered another round to the table, albeit rather stoicly.
"Here are your drinks," muttered the boy sourly.
The foolish man, in his drunken stupor, turned to look at the nameless waiter. He paused so long it seemed like he was trying to solve Einstein's riddle, but finally sloshed, "You need to cheer-up man!" and made a mocking face of the boys dour features. Proceeding to pinch the boys cheek to force him to smile, the man's drink spilled all over the waiters white shirt. The drunk's hand was slapped away, and the boy him out front, with a gleam in his eye.
"Remember, you asked for this!" and the drunken fool took a slug right in the face. The drunk immediately passed out, from either intoxication, or pain, or both.
Ugh, that's the problem with drunks. No matter what you do, they pass out, or won't remember the next day. They don't put up any good fights.
The boy sighed and tossed the unconcious man onto the street, only to jump at the sound of a scream coming from out in the field. His napping field. The tug of fate urged him toward it. The sound of gunshots caused his to start running towards the field, looking for a fight.
The boy slowed down as he approached the field. On the outskirts of the flowers, there was a woman lying in the grass, unnaturally still. He couldn't see what was going on in the middle of the field at first, so he went to check out the woman. He leaned down to check her pulse, but she was obviously dead when he first glimpsed the lady's face. It looked as if her soul had been drained out of her. The boy's blood started to boil when he could make out a ruckus in the center of the field, his muscles ached to fight, to avenge this unknown woman's death.
As he approached the group, shrouded in dusk, he could make out what looked like a gang, and the blur of an odd creature watching over them.
"What the hell's goin' on here!?" he shouted, and the men, startled, turned to give him a malevolent glare. This malevolence and the dark of night destroyed the peaceful field, and for a second, it looked to be a cursed wasteland.
But the image only lasted for a second, as pain blossomed into the back of the boys head. The last thing he saw was the men surrounding a frightened pink-haired girl splattered in blood. Too much blood.
The monster looming over the group of men cackled as the stupid-looking boy fell to his knees. How ironic, thought the beast, that this boy and girl should breathe their last breath at the same moment.
AN: I know, I know it's not the greatest. I hope I did Kenpachi somewhat amounts of justice. Sorry if it got confusing without him having a name, but he should have one soon. I would appreciate all reviews and constructive criticism I could get, being this is my first fanfic ever :X Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! :D Chapter 2 coming soon to a fanfic site near you! :)