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20th. Curiosity Kills the Black Cat, Pt. 2

(The Interview)

Kenpachi passed his arm around Ichigo as a radiant smile gleam in his features, "Well what'd you know! I always thought you'll get on your guts to visit me someday, Ichigo!" the substitute grinned back at the Squad Eleven Captain and his fraternal contact as he welcomed him.

He always foresaw this, nonetheless, after that vigorous fight they once had. It seemed like, since then, Kenpachi Zaraki always addressed him as he was a distant childhood friend. "What are you waiting for, kid? Please come in and sit down" he said cheerfully, showing the way with his hand as he patted his back.

"Thanks" he said with a low voice when he walked unto a destined chair and Kenpachi to the back of his desk. Just when he was about to let his body fall on the chair he noticed another persons prescience staring at him, "Unohana-san! Wha-? I-I didn't saw you there…"

Retsu Unohana salute Ichigo with her characteristic smile of close lids as Yachiru couldn't stop crying Ichigo's name consecutively, "Hello Ichigo Kurosaki. Long time no see, hasn't it?"

"Excuse me when I ask but," Ichigo crossed his view around the Squad Eleven's Captain office in search of something broken, beaten up or bleeding, "What're you doing here? Are you waiting for a patient or…?"

Unohana giggled, "No, I'm just visiting" she sang, unbraiding her hair and calling out for Yachiru, "Come to see how you start, lieutenant"

Yachiru spun around to her, "In a minute, Mom!"

Mom?, Ichigo thought, did she just said Mom?

"You want some sake Ichigo?" the substitute Soul Reaper returned his gaze at Kenpachi and waited a lot to react.

"Oh, no. I'm a minor" he responded, with his stopping hand and frown eyes.

Kenpachi raised his eyebrow, confounded, "Oh, really." He incorporated on his chair by tilting on one side of his chair arm, with his fingers on his cheek and lip, "Hmpf…You don't look like one…" after a long pause, he finally sighed, lifting both eyebrows, "Well, what brings you here to my humble prescience, Kurosaki?"

Ichigo blinked dumbfounded while Unohana giggled close to him, "I know you've come here because you want something from me, am I correct?"

Before Ichigo would answer a black figure jumped lightly on the top of the desk between both men, and as it twisted its tail slowly it returned its yellow eyed stare to Zaraki, who scoffed in amusement rather than surprise, "So you brought up your pet as well?"

"I'm no pet Zaraki," Yachiru gasped at the sudden words coming of the cat while Kenpachi scoffed with a smirk, "It's me"

"A TALKING CAT!" Yachiru gasped, "A TALKING CAT, KEN-CHAN! KEN-CHAN, I WANT ONE!"

"Quiet, runt!" growled Kenpachi before returning all of his attention to black parlance cat, "This is turning amusing…what other tricks do you have under your sleeve, ey?" he said, using scrupulous words to the feline.

"You remember me, right? I was the Former Captain of Squad Two, Yoruichi Shihoin."

"Ah, Captain Yoruichi!" Unohana stood on her feets to bend unto the desk and caress the cat's head, gently and fondly as Yoruichi purred, twisting her tail behind her, "You're so adorable"

Yachiru caressed her back as always, giggling uncontrollably of how smooth her fur was under her fingers, "AWWW! SO CUTE, CUTE, CUTE!"

"Hmpf…I don't recall you…" mumbled Kenpachi, scratching his temple thoughtfully, squeezing within his worn out memories something of the words the cat just said…nonetheless, nothing emerged. But then again a black woman passed through some fading images. "Wait…Are you the Black-talkative-flash-step-master-sexy-chic that disappeared a century ago?"

Chokes were heard from Ichigo and Unohana, whom froze her caress gesture abruptly as her spiritual Pressure hardened. Yoruichi turned to him, with amazed eyes, "Why yes. Yes I am. And why thank you"

Unohana's black eyes jerked threatening unto Kenpachi, who, at noticing this, chuckled, "Woo…" he whizzed, "Love those eyes. I can see you want to kill me with 'em"

But Unohana murmured, "Don't ever play fire with me… Zaraki"

Ichigo, stared dumbfounded at them both, his left eye twitching, "What the hell's going on here!" death silence covered the air, as Yachiru was too busy caressing the cat's back, and Yoruichi laughed from below, "Why doesn't anybody answer me?"

Kenpachi gazed him, "Oh will you stop whinnying, dammit? Just tell me why you are here?"

"It was Kisuke Urahara who send us", Yoruichi said, regaining its original serious frame, "We wanted to ask you…about Kiyoshi from Zaraki."

Both Kenpachi and Yachiru faces gloomed with the same bitterness simultaneously just at the hearing of the word that overshadowed the past they've both had behind. But when Ichigo and Yoruichi decided to wait the Captain's answer, Zaraki published his reply, dryly, "There's nothing to know 'bout that asshole, nor to say "

"But you knew him" Yoruichi maintained, "I saw you that day my team and I arrested him. You were there."

"So?"

"You had him on your knees and you cut off his hand. And it was pretty bad…" the cat recalled, "You wouldn't have done that if it wasn't personal."

"You don't know me"

"You were trying to kill him"

Kenpachi scoffed with a frowned and bittered stare, "Too bad I didn't. That damn son o' bitch needed some one to stop his complaining."

"So you're saying you did knew him"

"Don't put words in my mouth, bastard. I said if I didn't stopped that jackass no one would've. I jus did you assholes a damn favor. Don't push me any further, shit!"

"I'm just trying to find out something about him"

"What? Don't tell me you couldn't make him talk after I left." the silence that proceeded with his question gave him the answer, "Oh please! You've could've lest make him squeal! Well I guess I was wrong 'bout letting you stupid rats do the job!"

"It wasn't our fault, Zaraki! Don't speak as you could do better! Our orders were to arrest Kiyoshi and bring him to justice! Nothing more!"

"Well there you go. You've already send him to justice. The hell with him! He's already dead anyway."

Ichigo sighed, weary, while Unohana remained silence on her respective chair against the wall when Yoruichi closed her lids and said, "No." Everyone lifted their eyes up to the cat, "He's…not dead."

Retsu Unohana choked of surprise as Ichigo and Yachiru gasped, "What are you saying, Yoruichi?" replied Ichigo standing up, undignified, "Wait! You told us Central 46 stopped him-!"

"And they did" Yoruichi said, "Not in the way it was logical to put a murder such as hi-"

A stroke on the desk was heard when a fist landed just next to the black feline and everyone spooned their heads to him, to Zaraki, of whom Spiritual Pressure compressed the walls and pressed the ceiling up. His eyes were as dark as the moonless sky and his features as dull as stone.

"THEY LEFT HIM ALIVE! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING LETTING THAT SCUM KEEP BREATHING?"

"Not exactly" replied Yoruichi with a strong frame, "They've sealed him away to let time torture him while he waited for his sentence!"

"ARE THEY STUPID? HE KILLED DOZENS OF PEOPLE! DO THOSE ASSHOLES HAVE TO WAIT 'TILL SOME SOUL REAPER DIE AS WELL? AND YOU APROVED THIS SHIT? THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU SON O' BITCHES?"

"Kenpachi, wait. Yoruichi said he was sealed. He's still sealed!"

But Yoruichi shook its head, "That's the problem" it turned back to the Eleventh Captain, "That's why I'm here and why all of this is happening… it seems like ever since Sosuke Aizen slaughtered the Central 46, the seal wear down, and in a short time, it let him loose…That's why we're here, in front of you, to ask for his background history so that we could also help the Soul Reapers on his hunt. You're the only one that really knew him."

Kenpachi half soften his dark and dull countenance as he slowly bends back to his chair. His Spiritual Pressure discomposes back to normal, as his eye patch allowed it to be, "You better mean kill him, or I'll wont miss my next fist" growled the Captain of Squad Eleven, "And first of all…" Kenpachi took a long weary sighed as he bent against his chair back, maintaining a dull expression, "I never knew him actually." He started to say.

"We grew up on the same District but never met" he assured, "One day Yachiru was annoyingly hungry and we didn't had any money for buying food so we deal with it by starving until something else could help us by saying otherwise. That day Yachiru founded a fighting arena full of assholes that surrounded a couple of scumbags dueling with nothing but fists. It looked like when the only man standing won they gave him money from the bet. It was an excellent idea to me so I got in. Back then I didn't knew that my opponent was a popular invictus that everyone was betting for…"

"Kiyoshi." whispered Unohana from her chair; as if she could see the sequences occurring on Zaraki's waking eyes.

He proceeded, "When I won I let him bleed disappointment and failure, a failure that got him out of the arena and that brought him nothing but humiliation. Some time later than that, dead people started to appear on the streets, people that I never knew or seemed too familiar. What I herd was that a murder was freely killing women and children, all of them poisoned by some reddish liquid that I just saw once: the night I cut off his hand."

"I don't understand. Why he killed them?" asked Ichigo.

Zaraki tilted his head slightly backwards, "Revenge. All those women and children were kinfolk of the men that humiliated Kiyoshi. He first killed them to send the true targets a message and he could kill them after they suffered extreme loss. That's how it worked. He tortured them from the inside so he could have his satisfaction by enjoying the agony of others. One day I met him. He offered me countless times to join him in a cause. I didn't gave a shit 'bout it. I always refused because it was a coward act to kill weaklings that are worthless. I decided to ignore it, but as more as I struggled, more fucking corpses emerged out of no where."

"And so I gave up to the idea that no one was gonna stop him. If I didn't no one will. The night I faced him I went with the intention of killing him but then he was talking bullshit again and so I cut off his hand and destroyed the liquid with it. That's when you showed up…The truth was that I never knew that lousy ass, bastard, son of a bitch."

Kenpachi looked away from all the eyes that stared at him inside a dead air on his office. Unohana glaze at him perplex. All those words had never flooded from his lips, words of his past. The past he had left to forget. And, with Yachiru, they created a silence conspiracy against anything or anyone, independently of any emergency what so ever. She couldn't have believed that he could've just broken that treaty with himself to look back into a grotesque memory such as that.

The only gesture Yoruichi and Ichigo did was to exchange looks and bow at the Captain, "Thank you, for cooperating with us." Yoruichi said regaining her high head.

Kenpachi Zaraki over looked the bow but followed their measures of standing on their feet to walk down to the entrance door, "I have a question for you now, man talking woman"

Yoruichi peered her eye unto him, "Yes?"

His question wasn't predictable, "Do you transform back?"

"Why do you ask?"

He had his palm beneath his chin as he stared down at the cat thoughtful, "When you transform, you turn with clothes or without clothes?"

Ichigo choke in surprise with an awful red tainted grimace carved on his face while the Fourth Squad Captain had hers covered in shadow.

Yoruichi chuckled, "No. That's the fun part. Do you want me to show you?"

A dense Spiritual Pressure stroke in the air and Retsu came in flash step in front of the cat, with deadly shining eyes, "Do you want me to show you the exit?"

Yoruichi laughed, "Oh just kidding!" it said returning her journey to the door, "I knew you guys are dating so I won't interfere. Don't worry…Come Ichigo"

But Ichigo was as paralyzed as a stature and white as paper when his pupils shrank on his eye balls, thick beds of sweat framed his forehead and his left eye twitched constantly.

His scream was heard miles away from the barracks, "DAAATIIIIIIING!"

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Ichigo: WAIT! SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN ME HOW THIS HAPPEND? ?XS

ME: oh stop whining, for crying out loud!