A Matter of Opinion
by. homeostatis
Disclaimer: I use the term "fangirling" loosely.
A/N: This is me fan-girling over Kenpachi while using several different voices to do it in an effort to sound less fan-girl-y. As they say in debate: Shame. Shame.
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Prologue
There's been a lot of speculation about the 11th division—why they were all so strangely blessed with power yet live without the brains to back this up, why they heal faster than the members of other divisions, why they had a 5th seat like Yumichika— many about their captain, the self-proclaimed Kenpachi from Zaraki.
He was a strange one, no doubt. On his worst days he could be a veritable apocalypse, unrelenting and undiscriminating of who he killed and when, how, and why. On his best days he had words of encouragement for his men ("Stop swinging like a wimp, tuck your elbow in", "That hurt? Bet it does", "I said to stuff it in your ass you dumb fuck") and half-scowls for the rest of the Seireitei.
But there's a different side to him, as there are for most things.
He is as uncouth as he seems and his blood lust is real—very much so— but there are little things to him that others simply cannot see, nor would they be able to comprehend had they been able to see it. It's simply unfathomable that there's more to the frightening captain than meets the eye.
But, strangely enough, there is. And there have only been a handful of people who've ever managed to catch a glimpse of this hidden side. And there's been only one person who ever brought it out of him.
Let's hear it from them shall we? I'm sure that whatever they say will be very, very interesting.
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A/N: Yeeey. I think this will be my only finished non-one-shot/drabble fic. And, yes, that means that I have the other chapters written up already. :) Review