Author's Note: This is a part of a 64 part prompt challenge that I'm doing, but I don't know who made the challenge, so if someone could tell me that's be awesome. Thanks. Also, I don't own bleach. If I did, a whole lot of crazy shit would happen.
Adore, that's the best way to describe me. I adore everyone, always trying to see the best and the most good in people. That's always been my nature, even before I became a shinigami. I always wanted to think that there was no evil in the world, that everyone was good. Then the thieves came, and killed my caretakers. A large beast of a man came, and killed all of them, and so I crawled over, and played with the red stuff on his sword, and I giggled.
"Hey kid. Aren't you afraid? That's a sword. It kills people." He said. "You got a name?" he asked. I shook my head while giggling.
"Me neither. I think I'll call myself Kenpachi, and you look like someone I knew, so I'll call you Yachiru." He said. "You like that?" I giggled again, which made him smile too.
"Alright kid, then it's you and me. Let's go to Seretei and become strong warriors!" He said while grinning, and for the first time, he pulled me on his shoulder, and let me ride on him. It was from that point on that I was truly loved.