Chapter 2
Firstly, my deepest apologies! This chapter took so long to come out because it was FCAT and SAT (there are some big vocab words in here from that, but not too many) and a test in almost every single class week for me!!! The next chapter should come out much more quickly than this one! :)
Secondly, thank you for stopping by on my second chapter :) Whoever you may be, you are now all my favorites! I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint.
And, thirdly: Kenpachi does not belong to me, nor Bleach. They belong to the amazing, wonderful, etc... Mr. Tite Kubo.
The boy stirred. Moaning, he sat up, though he was slow to open his eyes. The sun glared harshly down on him, and it seemed much closer than usual. Then his senses struck him, along with a throbbing pain in the back of his head. His eyes flew open as he remembered the young, blood-spattered girl. Bewildered, he glanced by make-shift shacks.
Curious eyes attempted to inconspicuously stare at him from the windows of the shacks- with very little efficacy. The boy glared at those within his sight-range, and they shied away, seemingly pushed by some malignant force.
Eager to leave the prying eyes, the boy stood up, and heard a subtle clinking on his hip. He looked down to find a sword at his waist.
How strange, it doesn't even feel as if I have any extra weight on me. Wait, where'd this even come from? Well, it might come in handy, wherever I may be.
The nameless boy drew his unnamed blade. It gleamed in the sunlight, ready for a fight. And a fight it brought.
"Humph. So you got one, too?" asked a man, suddenly appearing from around the corner, fingering a similar sword. He was a short man with yellowed hair and a nasty look on his face, "So, who are you exactly?"
"Who are you? Is it not custom to give one's own name first?" retorted the boy, not taking to kindly to the uncouth man.
"Well it depends on where your from. Nonetheless, my name is Jiro. I've been in the Soul Society for almost three months now," said the man snidely.
"Soul Society? And that is what now?" asked the boy obstinately. He really did not like this Jiro; and his fingers were itching to use his sword on the irritating man.
"Pffft! How ignorant! You must be a wittle baby soul!" mocked the man provokingly, "It's where all the dead people wait to either be let into the Seireitei for outstanding spiritual power, or be reincarnated to balance out the flow of souls! You'd better hurry and get a number! Haha! Oh, so now, what is your name, boy?"
Jiro finally looked up from his boasting to see the boy was seething. With a look of contempt, the boy gritted his teeth and mumbled, "I don't have one."
Skeptically, Jiro replied, "Hmmph. No matter where you may be from, you must have a name! I suppose I'll have to force it out of you!" At this Jiro unsheathed his sword and charged toward the boy.
As Jiro thrust his sword at him, the boy's arm reacted instinctively and easily parried the blow. Unknowingly enveloped in spiritual power, the boy's skill was unmatched by Jiro's. As Jiro realized his mistake, he became mortified, and with mortification comes loss of focus, and then death.
Soon the boy was inside Jiro's defense. While the boy had nary a scratch, Jiro's legs and arms were covered in slashes and deep gashes. In the fervor of the moment, and pulsing with adrenaline, the boy made a final lunge and stabbed Jiro straight in the heart.
Jiro's face froze as he fell, coughing blood. The blood continued leaking from his chest for a good part of post mortum. Then the boy realized what he had done.
"Oh. Ummm... Crap."
Mad cackling erupted from the roof of one of the shacks. The boy looked upwards guardedly, towards the source of the laughter. Another man with a sword and a strange face grinned down at him like the Chesire Cat.
"Oh, don't mind me!" smiled the man, "And don't mind about killing that foolish fellow either! He was dead to start with! We all are! Haha!"
Resolutely, the boy pushed the fight to the back of his mind, it had been enlightening, but not worthwhile. He moved on to more pressing matters, "So, I'm really... dead?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Bingo! Welcome to the Soul Society, boy! More specifically, Area 80 North Alley of Loitering Souls, aka Zaraki! My name is Kurotshuchi Mayuri, my nameless friend."
Taken aback by the odd man, the boy was speechless and perplexed at his situation. All he could do when Mayuri asked him to "come with him" was to nod mutely and follow.
AN: TADA! I sincerely hope you enjoyed it!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!! Thank you :) If you would like manga references to the small portion of Kenpachi's past that was revealed, it was Chapter 114, Volume 13. Oh and, if there are any anime details about his past that contradict this fanfic- it's because this is solely manga-based plus my own creativity. Once again, thanks for coming by and reading! Chapter 3 should come within the week :)
