Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Warning: Heavy manga spoilers.
Zaraki, Yachiru, Nel: The Persistence of Memory
Ichigo was gone in a flash, hurtling towards the throne room. Zaraki Kenpachi rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.
There was a sudden, despairing howl; Kenpachi whirled around, zanpakutou at the ready, but Yachiru had already hopped down from her perch on the giant slab of rock and was crouching beside the wailing, green-haired espada child.
"Sssh, sssh, it'll be okay!" Yachiru was saying, hand on the other little girl's shoulder, but all the consolation in the world would not have left a dent in Nel's mask.
"It won't be," she sobbed. "It'th...Nel tried, Nel tried, but it'th all gone wrong! And now I've lotht my thanpakutou, I've lotht my Gamutha! Thee'th lotht, and Itthigo'th lotht, and Nnoitra...Nnoitra..."
Yachiru kept patting the other girl's head, silent and solemn.
Kenpachi sheathed his zanpakutou, suddenly glad that his world began (and would probably end) with Yachiru. He didn't want - didn't need - to know anything else.