More Romantic Bleach Drabbles

Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite, not to me.

Author's Note: I'm starting to get back on track! HaHa. This one was pretty random. Took me a bit to get it rolling, but I got it! Just remember, war makes people do crazy things ;D Also, I'm aware that "Sui-Feng" is the official spelling, but all my other drabbles have "Soifon", so until I get around to changing all the rest, I'm going to keep using "Soifon". Sorry if that bothers anyone!

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36. War

"Ken-chan! You have a visitor!" Kusajishi Yachiru said in a childish sing-song voice as she skipped into Zaraki Kenpachi's room without a care in the world. Ordinarily, someone barging in on Kenpachi would be unheard of. Since it was Yachiru, though, Kenpachi just opened his uncovered eye to look at the girl. He was relaxing in his room, his head propped up with one arm as he lay on his futon. Normally he'd be asleep at that time and Yachiru knew that.

"Keh. Who is it? What the Hell do they want?" he demanded.

Yachiru just giggled and ran right out of the room. Soifon replaced her, stepping into the room and glaring down at Kenpachi. The fact that he was laying down and she was standing made her feel much taller in his presence and a little more arrogant.

"Well, well, it's the one handed woman. What do you want?" Kenpachi asked, grinning from ear to ear.

Soifon just continued to glare down at the giant. "I was told you could sew my haori," the tiny taichou said as she shrugged out of the tattered haori. She had not had the time to get a new one since the war with Aizen had ended.

Kenpachi roared with laughter before sitting up and beckoning Soifon forward. "Who told you I could fix this?" he questioned.

"Kusajishi."

"Of course she would," Kenpachi muttered as he grabbed the torn haori from Soifon's hand. He held it up to inspect it while Soifon crossed her arms over her chest and waited. Kenpachi's mouth twitched as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

"What are you smirking at Zaraki?" Soifon demanded, annoyed with the man.

"Your war wounds make you sexy," Kenpachi said with a shrug. He tossed the haori across the room. "It'll be done by morning."

Soifon just stared at him, taken aback by his comment on her missing hand. The word "sexy" was not a word she ever pictured Zaraki Kenpachi saying to anyone let alone her. "Pardon? I'm not sure I heard you right."

Kenpachi just smirked at Soifon. "Battle scars turn me on," he told her.

Soifon's cheeks turned pink and she turned away from him. "You're a disturbed man, Zaraki," she told him.

Kenpachi just laughed at her back. "See you in the morning. Clothing will be optional!"

Soifon growled and hurried out of his room, not sure if he was being serious or if he was just trying to make her as uncomfortable as possible. As she left, she found herself dreading and anticipating the following morning.