This is a rather unusual prompt that I found and it had been playing on my mind for a while, but I found a solution. It's bitter, there's no amusing stories with this prompt.

btw, I'm sorry for the long delay, but I had some issues to sort out, and no internet connection to upload..


Rape

"What's rape?" She had asked one day long ago. He didn't know how to explain it to her so he shrugged and said he'll ask someone else later. Later never came and she still didn't know until it was her turn to do executions.

Semi-major executions in Soul Society were usually the jobs of vice-lieutenants and third seats and almost all executions were performed by the Cursed Sword, rather than up on the execution hill. At first, the Gotei Thirteen were against allowing Yachiru to perform the executions, but rules were rules and they had to be performed regardless of age. Several years passed until the rosters brought her name up and the paperwork began to flow in.

"There's a few murderers," Yachiru muttered, flipping through pages, "why these people? Why not the ones we know of who have killed people?"

"These people killed in the 20th districts and up, even in Seireitei. They don't like killin' 'round here." He said, looking over his own paperwork.

"Ken-chan, I wanna go out and play."

"Do yer paperwork, I'm doing mine."

"Fine," she grumped, flicking up a sheet, "Daisuke Marasaki," she read aloud, pointing at every letter and kanji slowly, "to be executed tomorrow; found guilty of seventeen cases of murder and…what's this word Ken-chan?"

"It's…it's 'rape', Yachiru." He said.

"Oh, okay…hey, what does 'rape' mean?" she asked, innocently looking up at him. He sighed; she had been given several different stories on sex and where babies came from. She asked not for her knowledge, but for her own slightly sadistic glee as people fumbled for stories and explanations. She got more then she bargained for when she asked Matsumoto, but that was another story.

"You know what sex is, right?" He said, sitting down to explain.

"Yup." She nodded

"Well, rape is when a man has sex with a woman when she doesn't want to." He explained in a lowered voice.

"Oh, okay." She said. She looked back down at the execution sheet, frowning slightly. Kenpachi waited a few minutes before going back to his own boring papers. Yachiru broke the silence, "Ken-chan, I'm a little scared."

"Why're ya scared? There's nothing to be scared about." He said.

"Well, this will be my first time killing someone." She admitted.

"You've killed before."

"No, I haven't. You've always killed the baddies for me."

"Really?" He asked, surprised.

"Yeah. I've never done, though I've seen it heaps."

"Don't worry, you'll do it tomorrow."

"Yeah…" She looked down.

The day was overcast and expecting rain; a crowd had gathered around the execution ground including many high ranked shinigami. Kenpachi, Yumichika and Ikkaku stood together with grim faces. Unohana placed herself next to Kenpachi.

"Unohana-taicho." He aknowleged.

"Zaraki-taicho," she nodded, silent for a moment, "is she alright?" she asked, motioning at Yachiru. Yachiru seemed smaller with the big cursed sword in her hand, her face covered in a white cloth. Around them, people whispered about the small figure out there, most of outrage that such a young girl would perform an execution.

"She's nervous," He shrugged slightly, "and scared."

"I bet." She nodded. The condemned man was brought out into the ground, the whole crowd booing and shouting abuse. He was haggard and smelled of insanity, some foam coated the corners of his mouth. He leaned forward in his chains like an eager dog, chuckling madly. Another man read out a scroll of crimes the man had committed, the sentence being a tragic and tortured life in the living world.

In a split second, the man broke from one of his restraints and launched himself at Yachiru. She stood her ground, not flinching a muscle. Kenpachi squinted as the man said something to her before being brought under control again. He could tell it shocked her.

The execution itself was short and neat in Kenpachi's eyes and he was anxious to get Yachiru back near him. She came up to him, taking off her slightly splattered mask and jumping up on his back. Her normally bright cheeks were pale now.

"Good work, Yachiru." He said as they went back to 11th Division. She nodded into his neck. It wasn't until they were back in their room when Yachiru began to cry uncontrollably.

"Yachiru…"

"I understand now!" She sobbed, "I understand what it means now…he said-he said to me, 'I can taste your innocence, can I eat it?' and I felt his riatsu everywhere, all over me. I never felt so sick." And she wept into her hakama. Kenpachi picked her up and held her like when she was a baby and let her cry, bitterly knowing that that man did take a bite out of her innocence whether she knew it or not. He knew that her eyes would be more open now to the evils that haunted in every man. She was growing up.

"Y'alright now?" he asked as the crying stopped. She emerged, red-eyed and pale, "Ya look like shit. You better clean up or Yumichika won't give you any candy."

"Candy?" She brightened.

"Yes, candy. Your favourite. Now scram, Yumichika doesn't like to be kept waiting." She smiled and bounded off. He sighed, she still was a kid. Candy still fixes everything. Well, almost.


I'll try to get some funny ones in, ne?