Title: Thine Sword
Genre: Generalish (far more serious than the last one)
Character(s): Kenpachi, his sword, and a group of very dead thugs
Warnings: AUish...?
AN: One of two or three ideas some friends and I came brainstormed for Kenpachi's sword.
"Won't you tell me your name?"
The sword remained silent. Kenpachi sighed, "I guess not, huh?"
No, his sword thought, that isn't it. You know my name.
The-man-who-would-be-Zaraki-Kenpachi summoned her after a group of fifteen or so bandits decided ambushing a man straight from the 80th district of the Rukongai was a good idea. Injured and exhausted, the-man-who-would-be-Zaraki-Kenpachi fought hard and long, but he would have died if he hadn't summoned her.
She flew threw air in rage, slicing and dicing, side-by-side, arm-to-arm with her wielder. For a zanpaktou, this was bliss: to be wielded in battle by the strongest fighter, to feel the bloodlust, to burn away the sins tainting souls. And so for the first and last time, the-man-who-would-be-Zaraki-Kenpachi and his sword danced a dance which would have put any captain to shame.
Of course, the-man-who-became-Zaraki-Kenpachi remembered none of this, did not realize how great, how terrible, how powerful they were together. He could not even recall what she was.
This didn't bother his sword, of course. If the-man-who-became-Zaraki-Kenpachi remembered she was a zanpaktou, she would never have met all these interesting people.
She just wished he would let her fight along side him, let her dance with him, let her bleed with him. But, her wielder wished to fight alone, then she would make sure no one interfered in his battles.
You just don't remember. The-sword-that-was-Kusajishi-Yachiru thought. You gave me my name, after all.
Someday, Ken-chan, you and I will fight as one.
But not today.
Zaraki: 80th district of the Rukongai
Kusajishi: 79th district of the Rukongai, (lit.) Grass Deer
Yachiru: Eight Thousand Flows (but don't quote me on it)