Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach in any way. Period.
Summary: A drabble about… Zaraki Kenpachi. His name. Or the lack thereof. Of his sword.
Warning: Mostly my imagination, with some spoilers abound.
Author notes: My FIRST Bleach fic/drabble ever! Actually this drabble had been in my mind ever since I saw anime episode 40, but had no idea how to write it down in words till now.
Zaraki Kenpachi: Him and his sword
Zaraki Kenpachi. Zaraki, the district where he grew up in. A dark world where the thumb rule of survival was to kill and steal from the dead. A world that he grew tired of and so walked out of. But that district had taught him one thing that he would not forget. To get stronger to survive in any situations, be that a hopeless or impossible situation…
Kenpachi, a name he earned when he killed the strongest fighter in the Zaraki district, a name given to the strongest Death god in every generation. On top of the two reasons and that these two reasons made up of he is, he had decided.
His name will be Zaraki Kenpachi.
Wait a minute. One may wonder. Why would he have to earn a name then give himself one? Did he not have a name?
Exactly. He was born with a name, but lived through his life without one. Because he had no time to find his own name, but to learn how to grow stronger to survive in that dark world of killing. However, he could not possibly learn to grow stronger without a weapon to fight better. Thus, he got a sword. Or bluntly, he stole a sword.
A sword that followed him for a long time, yet he did nothing to find out the name of his soul-slayer, thinking it would be of a waste of time trying to ask for its name. Furthermore, it did not belong to him in the first place and he could only trust himself to fight to grow stronger.
Or is it just because he had no soul slayer to start with? That he had always fought with his own strength? Nonsense.
That ryoka Kurosaki Ichigo commented that he had ignored the cries and shouts of his soul slayer and that he worked together with his soul slayer Zanjetsu to fight him. Nonsense. Zaraki Kenpachi thought. However, a small voice came to grow in the back of his mind. But he pressed the voice down. It tried once more to talk to him but its owner was already focused in defeating the ryoka, ignoring it.
And it gave up. Concentrating alone just to give the owner its much needed strength. Too bad he did not know of it. It gave up. Too long to start again. Too late for him to know its name. Unless he moved it with his sincerity to use it and not to abandon it deep inside him as it always had been so.
So what if it was stolen from its previous master by this owner? After all, that master was the same as its owner now. Ignoring its cries to fight with its wielder. Pathetic.
A sword wielded by fighters only interested in their fight. A soul slayer who always tried hard enough to communicate with its owner, never giving up but always having to give up in the end with no choices left. Pathetic.
Yet when Zaraki Kenpachi asked for its name, it had broken. Not able to answer him. Also, wanting to know its name was not an easy matter either. Would it be proven wrong when its master regains his sanity?
That's one question it would want to find out. When the time comes for its name to be revealed to its master, a sword without its name revealed to its wielder, a miracle that might happen at last.
Owari
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