This is my first attempt at Bleach fanfiction. I hope that people will like it.

Basically, this will be a series of drabbles and ficlets focusing on my personal favorite group in bleach: the 11th division. I don't have a set number that I plan to achieve or a set list of prompts that I intend to follow, but I do have a couple of lists at hand just in case I'm really hard up for a topic. We'll see how far this takes me.

Disclaimer: Somehow I'm sure that everyone's figured this out already, but I don't own Bleach or any associated characters.

Eat

"Eat yer goddamn food!" he roared furiously, glaring at Yachiru as she sat with her nose turned up at the food in front of her. Obviously it did not satisfy some secret criteria for pleasing her.

"No!"

"Eat it!"

"No!"

This exchange had been going on for the past fifteen minutes, and Kenpachi was becoming sorely fed up with the girl's rejection of the food he'd provided. He growled in irritation, looking down at the peaches that sat between them. It wasn't the sort of thing that they usually ate, but for the past few days, he'd had little luck in catching any food for them. Today had been the first day that he'd actually failed to get anything at all, and it had seemed like a lucky break when he'd found the tree with a few peaches still hanging onto its branches. Unfortunately, the girl wasn't having anything to do with the fuzzy fruits.

"Eat it!" He'd expected to encounter some resistance, but he hadn't thought she'd outright refuse.

"No!"

"Dammit! Eat!"

"No!" she shrieked, emphasizing her statement by throwing one of the peaches at him.

The fruit hit him, splitting open and splattering his face with fruit pulp and juice. Whatever last, tiny shred of patience he'd been holding onto vanished at that moment. "Fine! Don't eat!" he shouted, wiping his face and wondering if it wasn't too late for him to leave her behind. He never would, of course, but these were the moments where he almost began to think that he might've been better off without her. "See if I give a damn!"

He'd had enough of this. He wanted to kill something or at least severely maim it. Suddenly rising to his feet and turning away from the cause of his latest murderous urge, he stomped off into the woods until he could no longer see her. He needed to be away from the child for a little bit.

Yachiru stared wide-eyed at his retreating back, seeming too stunned to follow. It was the first time he had ever yelled at her like that, and then he'd just left. "Ken-chan?"

There was no response, and he did not reappear.

Had he really left?

The thought terrified her, and she shouted for him again, sounding distinctly distressed by his absence, but he still did not return. "K-Ken…KEN-CHAAAAN!" wailed the girl as tears began streaming down her cheeks. She became so caught up in her crying that she didn't notice the heavy footsteps approaching.

Suddenly something fuzzy and sweet was stuck in her mouth, halting her screams immediately. With a muffled sound of surprise, her eyes snapped open, and she saw Kenpachi kneeling in front of her, holding a peach with a small section cut out of it. His expression was thoroughly unapologetic, but the anger from earlier was noticeably absent as well. "Eat yer damn food."

With a teary-eyed sniff, she ate the piece of peach that he'd stuck in her mouth. She was surprised; it tasted good. "Ken-chan…"

"Che. Stop cryin'," he rumbled, holding out another piece to her. She took it from him and ate it without argument, still sniffling a little from her earlier tears. "I ain't leavin'."

This is sort of, semi, loosely based on my experiences taking care of my then two year old cousin a couple years ago. There were a couple times where he really pissed me off, and I just had to leave the room for a little bit to cool down. I imagine that Kenpachi probably had a few of those experiences as well.