Hiya! I've haven't posted anything in a long time, and this is the first time I'm posting for Bleach, so I thought I'd come back with something I've always wanted to write about. Zanpakuto spirits! Yayz. I haven't seen all of the zanpakuto arc yet, just to warn you.

This chapter, Zaraki's nameless zanpakuto, comes from the simple thought that I think his zanpakuto - whether male or female, female here - would be more than just a little angry with him. So, I actually like this chapter.

So, that's it.

I don't own Bleach. Enjoy!


Zaraki Kenpachi could see his zanpakuto spirit.

After his fight with Ichigo he had done some inner searching. His inner world was a mass expanse of nothing. Twisting shadows with no plausible reason for existing. And through it all there was one single person.

He had always expected his zanpakuto spirit to be a he.

Instead he found a she.

The moment he stepped into his inner world she had been there. She had been sitting silently in a throne of literal shadows, watching him approach her as if she was cautious of him, but not really concerned enough to bother with getting up. Standing up right, blade down, was the sword with the jagged edges, a replica of the one he swung around on a daily basis. Its tip was pressed into the ground and beyond that, there was nothing else.

He had stopped a few feet from her and she had waved her hand languidly like she had tens of other things she could've been doing. A throne, big enough for him, had appeared and he had sat down and he had started to talk. For the first time in his life he had just talked. He didn't even remember exactly what he had said. He does remember with what the conversation ended with.

All of their conversations ended the exact same way.

"Will you tell me your name?"

"No."