Night Demons
Summary: Kenpachi has been keeping secrets; ones that can hurt others, including his most precious person. This starts like one of my stories but this is what I had originally had wanted to do with it but didn't know how to start.
Prologue
'Where… Where am I?'
Kenny!
'Yachiru?'
Kenny help me!
'Yachiru! I'm coming!'
Running, zanpakuto in hand. Searching. Where was she? Where was he?
'You won't find her Zaraki.'
'Who's there?!'
'You won't find her nameless one.'
'Yachiru where are you?!'
'She's gone.'
'Yachiru!'
"Rahhh!"
Kenpachi jolted with a gasp, falling to his hand knees, panting heavily.
"Kenny…?"
Kenpachi looked up in an instant. "Yachiru-!" Kenpachi gasped.
Seireitei. It, it was in ruin, Shinigami were unconscious and bloodied. The captains were surrounding him, looking worse for the ware. Had he done this? No, he couldn't have. Something like this hasn't happened in nearly a hundred years.
"Kenny…? Are you okay?" Yachiru asked cautiously.
Kenpachi finally saw her and that was when he broke. Her cheek was bleeding, he had hurt her. Trembling, Kenpachi's hand came up to touch it but he jerked away, tears pooling in his eyes.
"Will you always protect me Kenny?"
"Sure kid, never again will you bleed."
"Kenny, it's okay! It's just a scratch!" Yachiru argued.
Kenpachi shook his head. With all the events catching up to him, he was scared. He felt alone.
Kenpachi shunpo'd away.
"Kenny!"
Outside of Seireitei, death grip on zanpakuto, Kenpachi ran. He ran and ran and he didn't look back. He was a monster and he was going to the place where monsters were made.
He was going home.
End.
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How is it? Review or I'll updt it but I'd appreciate your words.
Preview: Kenpachi, It, smirked. "I'm back," it taunted.