Kenpachi/Ukitake - Quaint
Ukitake may've been a weakling, but there was something about him that Yachiru seemed to love. --Kenpachi couldn't quite figure it out; there was nothing particularly special about him.. unless it was the gentleness. That was pretty weird for a Captain of the Gotei 13.
"What are you thinking about, Kenpachi-kun?" Soft laughter sounded, and the white-haired man shifted sleeping Yachiru in his arms, golden-brown gaze sparkling (What the fuck--sparkling? Men don't sparkle.) amusedly at him. "You're staring, you know."
Zaraki grunted, sitting back and glancing away from that gaze. After a moment, he scratched his stomach and shrugged. "Jus' wonderin', is all," he muttered, pitching his voice low enough not to wake the girl. "How d'you know so much about kids, anyhow?"
Chuckling, Ukitake rose, moving across the room to gently disengage the pink-haired child's fingers from his robes. He laid her on her sleeping mat, tucking a sheet in around her. "Brothers and sisters," he murmured as he returned to his place across from the Eleventh Division Captain. "Nieces and nephews. --I'm the oldest."
"No kids 'f your own, though."
"No." The smile faltered, then grew bright again. "I'll just spoil yours." He gathered his robes in his hands, rising. "I think it's about time for bed for me." Bending, he pressed a tender kiss to the other man's brow, one frail hand calloused and careful against the scarred side of Kenpachi's face. "Take care of her," he said softly, and before Zaraki could even recover from the gesture, was slipping toward the door.
"Same time tomorrow night, Kenpachi-kun."
And with a jaunty, odd little wave, was gone.
Zaraki scowled after him. --Ukitake really was a fucking weird one.
