Indo: Zaraki recalls the fist and only time he helped a "plus," spirit.
Characters: Zaraki Yachiru
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"Hey…want to see my body?"
On November 12th Zaraki often found himself thinking back to the first time, and last time he'd ever sent a ghost onward to soul society.
Zaraki wasn't a, "helper," as he called it, he was a hollow killer. Killing was much better then helping some dumb-ass ghost move on to wherever they needed to go. But the rule of Seireitei, of Gotei 13, was that he had to help a ghost-at least once.
And on November the 12th Zaraki could recall the one spirit he helped.
She was they typical Japanese girl. Short black hair, brown almond eyes, school girl outfit…nothing really special about her. But when Zaraki met her he'd been surprised when she'd greeted him with, "Hey…want to see my body?"
"No…I'm here to send you up…or whatever."
The girl cocked her head, "Why?"
"Because you're a plus…now shut up and c'mere."
"Is that a child on your back?" The spirit asked seeming unafraid of Zaraki.
"No! It's a Yachiru!" Zaraki's spunky vice-captain said back sticking out her lower lip.
The ghost grinned, "Oh…well do you want to see my body?"
The pink haired girl grinned, "Is their blood?"
"Lots!" The girl promised with a smile. So of course Yachiru wanted to go…and Zaraki found his interests peeked, not that he'd ever admit it. The ghost was thrilled, and giggled as she led them to an alley.
Her body was…indeed a bloody mess.
She couldn't have been dead more then two hours.
In her hands was a bat, and beside her two dead older men. The girl had obviously put up a good fight and beaten down two of her attackers. The girl's body was a real mess…her face had been stomped on so badly that you couldn't recognize her anymore. Her clothes had been ripped; obviously the two men, and possible more creeps that had managed to get away, had been trying to rape the young girl.
But with the bat firmly gripped in her hands she hadn't allowed it.
Zaraki stared on in silence and then said, "Okay…seen your body. You went down fighting…that's…good," Zaraki felt odd paying her a compliment, but it was the truth. She'd done real good by going down fighting that was the way things were supposed to be done anyhow.
The ghost giggled and Zaraki turned seeing she was fading away.
"I just wanted someone to see my body…see how cool I was…I can move on my own now."
Zaraki sputtered while Yachiru laughed. "Hey!" Zaraki barked, "I'm supposed to send you on! You're not supposed to move on by yourself!" The ghost grinned cheekily, still fading away.
"There's a ghost right there, take care of him," The girl said before vanishing completely.
And so Zaraki had not gotten to help that "cool," school girl, but instead had to help some emo cry-baby who had thought playing with guns was a fun idea. So whenever November 12th came around he found himself thinking of that girl he had been supposed to exercise, and not the pansy ass he wound up helping in the end.
odd one but i wanted to write it.
