DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bleach. If I did, terrible things would happen! YAY! Anyway, Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo. Not me.
Erm... Yachiru was mortally injured while fighting menos and now lies dying in the Fourth Division hospital-thing. Enjoy.
Yachiru…
Kenpachi paced up and down the corridor, like an angry lion in a cage. Everyone who so much as glanced at him received a glare that would haunt their nightmares for all eternity.
Yachiru…
He clenched his fists, hissed, snarled… but nothing would stop the pitying looks coming in his direction.
Yachiru…
Why wouldn't they stop staring, damnit!
Words crowded into his mouth, 90 of them inappropriate for young ears. He filled his lungs with air, preparing to vent out the frustration that had been building up inside him-
-when the door slid open.
At once, he forgot his anger.
"How is she?"
Captain Unohana bowed her head, eyes dark with sorrow.
"Not- not dead?"
"No. Not yet."
Angry again.
"What d'you mean 'not yet?' SPEAK, woman!"
She stepped aside, allowing him to see the delicate figure of his vice-captain lying limply on the bed.
Not awake, but still breathing.
"I have given her a drug that will soon wake her up. It allows her an additional 24 hours of borrowed time before she dies."
His mouth went dry.
"Well then what are you waiting for, woman? Why not give it to her each day so that she lives?"
She only shook her head sadly, "Take it once and you will live. Take it twice and you will die."
"Oh."
Shit...
He ground his teeth, staring at the motionless figure under the blanket. Somewhere behind him, he heard the door slide shut again as Unohana left.
Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…
24 hours to live.
What was he going to do?
Erm... that was the prologue. What do you think? Should I continue with this? Please review!