So you guys asked for me to get to the point, and we are finally gonna get to the thick of things and set my story in motion. I was worried about making it unrealistic, but ultimately I think I did a pretty good job. I shall see I guess.

Disclaimer: If I were you Tite Kubo, I'd let you write stories about Bleach, so don't get mad.

Chapter 2: Enough of It

For a little while things remained as they should. Ikkaku and Yumichika didn't talk about it again, and Kenpachi continued about being bored out of his mind. It wasn't surprising to Kenpachi that he hadn't seen Yachiru around, because for a while Yachiru seemed obligated to do all of the worthless duties a vice captain was meant to do. Talking about the mating habits of hollows and the many other stupid things that seemed to plague their curiousity.

However, all things must come to and end, and eventually Kenpachi did run into Yachiru. In a long drawn out burst she yelled, "Ken-chan, it's so boring!" He smirked, not moving from his seated position on the wooden porch, "Tell me about it." Curling up beside him, and hugging her knees to her chest, Yachiru let out a sigh. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but notice her little toes wiggling beneath her sandals and socks. She looked so different, but still seemed the same to Kenpachi, and the thought caused him to break into a crooked smile.

Yachiru pouted, turning her head slightly, some of her hair falling behind her shoulder in the process, "Whatcha smiling about?" Kenpachi merely shrugged, his head focusing above at the deep purple-blue shade the sky was turning as it faded toward night hours. Causing Kenpachi to feel a dull memory of practically ancient times, Yachiru's head softly pillowed by her pink strands rested on his shoulder. His eyes snuck a glance at her, and he could feel his eye clouding over. Her cheeks were rosy, and matched the color of her parted lips, little breaths escaped them with ease. A few strands of hair hung over her closed lids, and guiltily Kenpachi's eyes trailed downward toward the rise and fall of her chest. Her breasts were small and firm, and stood out with strength along the outline of her hakama.

In a comical fashion Yachiru's eyes sleepily opened, aware of Kenpachi's focus on her. In response Kenpachi, fumbled out an incoherent sentence, before turning his head in the opposite direction, "Thought I saw something is all." The next moment was meant to live in infamy, not just in Soul Society, but through all dimensions of time and space. Yachiru's eyes remained low and hazy and a half thought seemed to be swimming around in her mind. With slow ease, Yachiru moved her long fingered hand on Kenpachi's hot cheek.

Kenpachi did not fight her touch, or think, or breathe, he had never been more scared in his life. When their lips met all hesitation seized. Kenpachi took control letting his tongue snake searchingly between her lips, making Yachiru's breath catch, and her hand tremble against his cheek. For some reason Yachiru broke the contact, turning her head away from him. Kenpachi could swear he saw tears gleaming in her eyes, but she ran away so fast he couldn't tell.