Author's Notes: This is my first fan fiction. i hope it is enjoyable.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its characters. *cry*
Nameless
He stood there, blade dripping with blood. The bodies of the dead lay around him; blood pooled beneath them. The wind blew through the grass, gently ruffling his hair.
He shouldered his weapon and walked away. There was a shout behind him. Prone on the ground a man asked, "Who are you? Who are you, you monster?"
"I can't tell ya', 'cause I a'int got a name." The nameless man walked away as the man on the ground died.
The nameless man hated the towns in Rukongai. Everyone had a name there, everyone but him. Even the place where he came from had a name, the 80th district of Rukongai, Zaraki. Also, there were no strong people there, only weaklings feeding off of the nobles' protection.
He kept walking through the most recent town on his wandering path. He didn't know where he was going; only that he wanted to fight and he wanted his opponent to be strong.
"Hey you!"
The nameless man grinned, another challenge. "What?"
"What are you doing here, which district are you from?"
"I'm here for a fight. District I'm from? Zaraki o' course."
The challenger let out a yell and charged the nameless man.
The nameless man grunted, he could already tell the challenger was horribly weak. The fight wasn't even worth the talk. Sighing the nameless man cut down the challenger in one upward swing.
Scowling the nameless man turned away and thrust his sword into his sash. Continuing on he walked out of the town and into the surrounding forest.
Back in the town, a man spotted the corpse of the challenger lying in the road and shouted. People came at the cry and grew angry at the sight of the body. The town gathered their best fighters and sent them out after the nameless man from Zaraki.
The nameless man turned when he heard shouts down the path. Two dozen or so people from the town were coming down the path towards him, not even one of them even relatively strong.
The people from the town circled the man. They charged at him with shouts, a group at a time. He cut each one down with ease; a single strike each finished them.
Sighing he looked at the field around him. He was tired. He remembered someone speaking of people called Shinigami who live in the Seretei, past even the first district of Rukongai.
Sitting down on a rock to think, he heard a soft giggle. Looking down he saw a small child. She crawled up to him, wading through the blood. She ran her fingers through the blood coating his sword. She giggled again and looked up at him. The nameless man looked at her quizzically, "You're the on'y one I've seen who a'int afraid o' me. Who're you?"
"I don't have a name," she giggled again.
"Like me huh? Hey why don't I give you a name? You'll be Yachiru. Where're you from?"
"Kusajishi"
"That'll be your second name then. You'll be Kusajishi Yachiru. And I'll be Zaraki Kenpachi. 'Cause Kenpachi is what they call the strongest Shinigami, and I've decided that that's what I'll become."
Then Zaraki Kenpachi picked up Kusajishi Yachiru and walked away, thrusting his sword into his sash.