Title: Wild Mass Guessing – Part 1: Beware the Nice Ones (Killer Rabbit)
Author: Kireteiru
Rating: T
Warnings: language, violence, blood
Characters: Kenpachi, Yachiru, Ichigo, 11th Division
Summary: She may look different, but that doesn't mean she is. Part one of two.
A/N: Early birthday present for Gyaku no Sekai! Inspired by "Fighting Demons" by Charbonne, "Its Name" by IrkedIndeed, and "Jagged edge" by Tandtroll. /shameless-advertising.
She knew he'd forgotten her. In a way, it was inevitable. Their district wasn't exactly kind to people; he'd even forgotten his own name!
For decades, he had been the "demon of Zaraki" – and she had been lonely. It was big in his inner world, peaceful, and quiet, many would be surprised to learn – but empty. Oh so empty. She would wander – run through – the forest, toward the sheer rock faces that formed the caldera's rim and the waterfalls that spilled over the edges, but she never reached them. She would dive down to the bottom of the lake at the center of the caldera, trying to find where all of the water was draining away even as it was replenished by the streams and rivers, but she never found it. She would climb the tallest tree she could find, so she could reach the strangely bright night sky overhead and the binary planet and nebulae and galaxies that filled the blackness overhead, but she never reached the top.
When a strong breeze made the tree sway yet again, she decided she'd had enough. He was getting into all of these awesome fights and leaving her out of it, the prick! Well, if that was the way it was gonna be, she'd just come out and give him an earful.
Only, as strong as he was, he couldn't handle fully externalizing her. He could if she let herself be intangible, a phantom, but she wanted to be solid so she could wail on him for leaving her out. She settled for a condensed form – and found herself getting soaked in blood not her own.
He was there, of course, hacking apart his opponents with That Crazy Grin on his face. She could feel his rushing adrenaline, his rapidly beating heart as if it was her own (which it was, in a way). She watched with eager eyes, delighting in the bloodshed. When the battle was finished, she crawled over to him and touched the crimson coating her Other Self.
It was still warm. She giggled.
He surprised her; he remembered her name. He might not have recognized her for who she was because she wasn't her older self, wasn't wearing the starry kimono that he had first seen her in or had her long, flame like hair. He hadn't realized that it was her name in the first place, but he remembered her name.
She decided that maybe she could wait a bit before beating him up for leaving her out of the action.
His strength was growing. She'd been able to make herself a little bigger, and a little bigger, and a little bigger. He was a captain now, one of the strongest, and he still didn't recognize her.
But no one else realized that she was his sword, either, not even Evil Glasses Bastard, so she supposed that was okay.
She was here and there when he fought Ichi, here and there when he fought Bow-Wow and Evil Blind Bastard, Maki-chan, the Bug, the Monkey, the Other Ken-chan and the Other Others, the Wussy Hulk. She watched, and enjoyed the combat right along with him.
One of these days, she'd yell at him and make him let her join.
In the meantime, she watched him hack away at his foes with That Crazy Grin on his face, and licked her lips at the taste of blood on her tongue, rubbed her arms at the phantom feel of blood sliding down her body like thick, sticky, metal-scented rain. She was his Killer Rabbit.
A/N: For those of you who have never seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail, do a Youtube search for Holy Grail Killer Rabbit and watch one of the videos. THIS IS YACHIRU IN DISGUISE, I TELL YOU!