Author's Note: So this is my first Bleach story! Basically it's just some drabbles from the Zanpakuto's point of view, since I don't think there's enough of those on FanFiction. They will be in order from the captain and lieutenant of the First Division to the captain and lieutenant of the Thirteenth Division, as well as other important characters. I will not be doing the Vizards' Zanpakutos.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. It is the sole property of Tite Kubo.


Ryujin Jakka

I am the most powerful fire blade in the history of Soul Society. It only makes sense that I be partnered with the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13. I would accept no less from my Shinigami.

I always knew that Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamato was destined for great things. As a young Shinigami, he had fire in his belly and passion flowing through his veins. He was a raging inferno of emotion. Wielding me, he cut down his opponents and quickly cut his way to the top.

During that period of time so many centuries ago, the world I lived in could only be described as Hell. It was a burning plain that never cooled. The flames, which at times rose as tall as a mountain, never gave off smoke. The blue sky was as clear as a spring day, looking over the burning ground below. But I didn't mind the flames. I relished them. I am fire. I am heat.

Then, I thought that we had been at the peak of our power. Only now do I realize that the spectacular display was only a sign of our weakness, of Yamamato's arrogance and my pride.

Yamamato has mellowed in his old age. He's grown wiser, as have I. I noticed shifts in his inner landscape as the centuries rolled by, has he gained knowledge. They are subtle and slow, since Yamamato is stubborn and proud as I am, but they are shifts nonetheless. The fires never cooled, but they slowly began to creep into the ground. Now I walk on mere hot coals, sighing as they warm my feet and fill my blood with energy. I could walk forever and never stop. The plain of glowing orange coals is endless.

But the sky is as blue as ever, stretching from horizon to horizon. The heat from the ground distorts the air around me. It is only now that I truly believe we have reached the peak of our power, though I hope this not the case. After the peak comes the downfall.

Though I am the only fire on this perpetual field of burning coals, my feet are still calloused and burnt from the heat of the ground under them. The coals still glow and flicker with life. There is still fire in my Shinigami's belly yet. Only when the coals go dark will I know we have fallen.