Adagio For Strings
By SMYGO4EVA
She understood him; out of all the shinigami in the 11th Division, she knew him better than anyone. Of course he never understood himself. He enjoyed fighting, more than anyone else, so much that some would call him inhuman. He would bleed to near-death and still feel such elation through his core. So young Yachiru decided that if her Kenny was happy, she was happy. She had never killed, and he enjoyed killing. That's the only difference.
Nothing he did could cure him of the bitterness that eventually reached into his black heart, that his sword didn't have a name, that he himself didn't have a name. He was already broken before he saw a sweet little child touching the sword tinted with blood of so many. The purity of her mind was enough to cover that she herself didn't have a name also.
They were both bitter towards what had become of their bloodline. They appeared to be polar opposites when together: a savage and brutal slayer and a beautiful, innocent child. Those were archetypes of what the world saw them, and they couldn't change it either. But they were both so bitter, oh so bitter. Broken, broken, goddamn broken.
Maybe they should rest for a while. Maybe Zaraki Kenpachi and Kusajishi Yachiru should sleep forever. Sleep forever, rest in peace.
Yes, that's it. Let the sakura blossoms and blood of thousands free them of the curse, Forevermore.
A/N: Inspiration came in the form of "Adagio For Strings" by William Orbit in song.