Author's Note: This chapter is mostly only fluff so you can skip if you want, you're not really missing anything.
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'Shit, what the hell am I suppose to get?' thought Kenpachi to himself as he browsed amongst the many rows lining the shop. Every year he had to buy a new robe because his last one was either shredded or bloodied due to his temper or his own entertainment. This year he promised he would behave himself since Yachiru must have gone through a hell load of trouble finding him an opponent that was stronger than Ichigo. But the thought of the battle turned him into a child on Christmas, so dearly wanting to open his presents.
"FUCK!" he roared out of nowhere causing one of the female workers to jump up startled. Blinking a little, she turned left and right, unsure what to say to the enraged Kenpachi. Seeing no one in his path but herself she scurried away behind the counter and headed to the back room to stock shelves. The old woman at the register chuckled at her underling. "Back again, eh?" she questioned and moved from the register to stand behind Kenpachi. The look on his face was now like that of wild dog. The old woman couldn't help but break out in another laugh again. "Ah, I've seen that look one too many times dear. Not to worry, I'm sure you'll have fun...now let's see..." she mumbled as she used her cane to shift through the racks.
"Huh...?" Kenpachi snapped out of his delusional mode and turned around to look at the little old lady. He gave a low chuckle and crossed masculine arms over his chest. "I see you are still alive, not planning on rejoining the cycle yet?" he questioned and did not bother to move.
"Silly little boy, I still have a lot of life in me you know," she countered back and pulled off something from the rack. It was a similar outfit to his shinigami uniform. Mostly black with a red dragon pattern to cover it and red sash to hold the pants. Kenpachi shook his head at the woman's pick.
"I need something nicer than that."
The old lady shot him a look to see his eyes phasing out into a day dream and she took it the wrong way, well sort of. "Oh ho, I see a special girl eh?"
"What? No, its just-"
"No, need to say anymore I got just the right thing for you."
Moving away from the so called 'cheap racks' she moved over to the bit pricier side and pointed up at the high racks displaying some of the finest looking clothing in all of the world (at the least the world of the dead.) Staring back at Kenpachi was an all white, silk kimono (obviously made for men) that was decorated in soft gray floral stitched patterns from collar to end. Unlike the common kimono that was meant to look like a dress this was more on the Chinese side since on the inside of it was a pair of black, silk pants. Over the shoulder of the white kimono was the black sash for the waist, again made of soft silk.
Zaraki's eyes nearly fell out of its sockets seeing the beauty that was before him.
It was perfect.
"You know your stuff woman," he replied and removed it from the shelf. Moving with it to the register he placed it down like a new born babe and looked through the clear glass at the checkout area to see if there was anything else he wanted. Sure enough there was. "Can I get that?" he replied. The old woman chuckled lightly and nodded. Grabbing the little box she placed it in the bag with his clothes. From within his captain's robe he pulled out a sack of money and tossed onto the table. Not caring that he was over paying he took his bag and left to get ready for the night.
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