"It's been ten years since Yhwach Juhabach's final defeat was settled with his Reiatsu disappearing entirely. In that gap of time, Kenpachi had grown accustomed to the new wellspring of power through communing with Nozarashi, the true name of the Zanpakutō he had previously had mistaken as Yachiru Kusajishi, his child-like Lieutenant. Having come to terms with this new arrangement the Captain of the Combat Specialist Division of the Gotei 13 has worked with his spirit to better tap into and control his powers. However, a far more pressing issue has stirred within the Soul Society's strongest warrior.

Boredom."

Chapter 1 - What does vacation mean?

Kenpachi Zaraki is a simple man. He knows what he likes and understands his duties. Kill something that the Captain Commander tells him to, or annihilate intruders. There may be more to his job profile than that, but he doesn't really read between the lines. After all, when a man carries the strength he does, why worry about the small details?

It was on such a day that he was performing his normal daily routine for the 11th Division Barracks. There was no speech, there was no fanfare or positive reinforcement. The only thing he drilled his men into doing was keeping up their training, not looking like a slob and always promote their fearsome reputation no matter what. He was thankful that his new Lieutenant, former Third Seat Ikkaku Madarame, was good at the upkeep of keeping order among what could be considered by many as a mob.

His Third Seat, former Fifth Seat Yumichika Ayasegawa, managed his paperwork and did all of his more mundane duties demanded of him. The rest were more or less kept to lording their authority over the lesser ranked and unranked members of his Division while also keeping up appearances. If there was one thing he despised was a lack of pride in their own worth, so he consistently berated them on sucking up to his seniorship and only just know that he's the strongest.

But upon benching what many could see as an absurdly large pair of boulders the size of small hills, the shirtless muscular long-haired man continued to train outside the boundaries of the Soul Society. Here, roving packs of Hollows roamed on occasion to encroach on the Pluses that have migrated here in a semblance of blissful civilization. Sweating, the Shinigami only used them as a means of sating his bloodlust and the itch for a good killing.

None of them were a real challenge.

It didn't help that all of his really strong opponents were nowhere to be found. The Strawberry had all but retired to his life of mediocrity, living with a gentle woman and raising a son of his own. He had no idea just how sharp his considerable prowess had remained or if he could be allowed to even test his own skills against him. Apart from him, no one person among his compatriots could come close to his focused power he attributed in the past decade.

No Quincy, Hollow or Shinigami -let alone hybrid of either kind- could touch him. Boredom was his worst enemy now, more than ever.

"Kenny!"

But it never stopped his Zanpakutō from piping up, good days or bad.

"Kenny!" She cried out, her petite child-like frame still clad in the familiar garbs of the Division she had worked in the past. She stood, even if not physically, near a river bank of the forest's meadow that he weight lifted by. She was standing upright and pointing at him with an authoritative manner that only she could get away with. "Kenny, pay attention to me!"

"What is it, Yachiru?" He replied dryly, continuing his work-out as if nothing was strange about him talking to a disembodied spirit of his Zanpakutō.

"My name isn't Yachiru, it's Nozarashi! I thought we went over this for years?!" She snapped with puffed up cheeks and shaking fists. "Why won't you get it right?"

"Cause I'm used to it. I'll use your real name when I'm serious," Kenpachi explained bluntly, lifting his weights once again with a huff through a full flex. "Anyways, you were sayin'?"

"We should have a vacation!" She blurted out, making the scarred man nearly fall over. "I mean it, Kenny! We should totally go sight-seeing and meet new people. It'd be good for the both of us!"

"Yachiru," Kenpachi twitched, holding the long metal bar of the weight on his shoulders, giving her a two-eyed stare of annoyance. "The last time we had R&R, the Living World experienced a catstroph-"

"Catastrophy," She corrected.

"-cata-whatever in the Yellow Sea when we found a deep sea Hollow...or, I think it was a Hollow," He finished with a shake of the head as he growled out to her. "Point being, the old man didn't want a repeat, so we can only come out here in Soul Society. It's safer and no one has to clean up after us."

"You make it sound like you have bladder control issues," His Zanpakutō joked with a snicker.

"You know what I mean! They would not approve, and it's not like there's anything exciting out there these days," The Captain responded with a resigned grunt as he lifted his enormous weights again and again. "Nowhere is good enough for me."

"Why not just ask nicely?"

The question hung in the air with Kenpachi's eyes widening. Aghast, he dropped the weights behind himself, causing the ground to quake and split open. Even among the travesty against nature that sent flocks of birds flying in retreat he was still left standing in dumbfoundment.

He had never considered asking politely for...anything.

"Do you...do you think that would work?" He asked his Zanpakutō with a look of confusion still plastered across his face.

"Mhm!" Nozarashi nodded her head with a broad grin as she pumped her fist in the air. "Shun-shun's pretty laid back, even when he took Gramps' job! I'm confident he'll let us do what we want if we just ask nicely!"

"Well...I suppose it couldn't hurt tryin'," Kenpachi awkwardly scratched his chin. Walking over with uncertainty, he grabbed his tattered Haori while fitting his Shikhakushō top back over his burly scarred torso. Properly dressed, he picked up his blade and placed it in between his left hip where his obi kept it snug. Snorting, he walked off while the projection of his spirit jumped on top of his right shoulder, a weight that only he could acknowledge even if no one could see her anymore. "Let's talk to the big man."

Shunsui Sōzōsuke Jirō Kyōraku was relatively content in his role of being Captain Commander. He was especially put at ease when the last of their greatest threat's presence had finally disappeared. With little else to do in a time of peace he did his best to pick up the slack now he was in a place of important his late superior would be proud of him to have; not to mention would come back from the grave to scold him if he put off too much work.

However, Nanao Ise his first Lieutenant helped relieve a great many ordeals that had come up in the past decade. Among of which was the extensive reconstruction of the Soul Society, not to mention the allocation and redistribution of new ranks to positions of the Gotei 13. The casualties surmounted in the war with the Quincies was unprecedented since the last millenia but nothing they couldn't overcome.

Genshirō Okikiba, his predecessor's former Third Seat now second Lieutenant, helped regulate the Division in the expense of Nanao helping the usually lethargic Captain with his abundance of duties necessary of him. There was no complaint in the elderly yet faithful follower of the First Division. He was a standing beacon that stood the test of time and was always there for those under his command, from peers to the unranked.

But on what had seemed to be an ordinary day where he was relaxing in his office, stamping one piece of parchment after the other that was gone over by Nanao, he heard a rumble beyond the comfort of his workplace. Several recognizable voices were shouting, followed by a series of thuds and crashing sounds left in the wake. The Captain Commander felt nervous, his hands itching for a reflexive draw of his swords.

Once he heard a polite knock on his door, did he realize the misunderstanding.

"C-Can...can I come in?" The gruff voice of none other than Kenpachi Zaraki inquired from beyond his paper stacked office. The inquiry was done in an unsure tone of voice. The rarity of it caught the eyepatch wearing man, almost falling over from his chair onto the floor.

"Uh, yeah, sure," He lamely acquiesced, clearing his throat as soon as he did so.

The big man fumbled his way through the small opening for his broad stature to slip through. His face spelled insecurity, as if him coming this way was something he was almost ashamed of. What was the source of the shouts Shunsui could see behind him was a good number of Shinigami who were tasked with patrolling the Division's hall were knocked aside into unconsciousness. He'd have normally made a quip or reprimand Kenpachi but given the unusual circumstances he let it slide.

If only because he was incredibly intrigued by what brought this spur of the moment act of awkward arrival.

"So?" Shunsui raised a brow, leaning back in his chair with hands clasped before him. "What can I help you with, Captain Zaraki?"

"Uh...well," He began, his eyes constantly averting away from Shunsui's good eye staring back at his working ones. "You see...I was...thinking. Well, me and-...uh, just me. This wasn't anyone else's idea, it was just mine."

"Of course," Gotei 13's leader nodded politely, doing his best not to make an outburst at the hilarious display of discomfort from the manliest of the Shinigami.

"Right! So," Kenpachi palmed an open fist, finally cementing his idea spurred on by the invisible avatar of his Zanpakutō giving him thumb's up from his shoulder. Face flushed, eyes closed he bowed his head to Shunsui, making the latter bug his eyes out at the act of reverence right before he asked. "Can I have some time off in the Living World? Uh...please? C-Captain Commander? Sir?"

This time, Shunsui did fall out of his seat.

In a scurry to reclaim his dignity while covering his mouth that let loose muffled laughter, paperwork scattered across the room. Leaving it to be cleaned up by his first Lieutenant later, he coughed into his hand as he struggled to regain his composure. When he finally did, he looked back almost too seriously at Kenpachi.

"What brought this on, Captain? I'm almost certain that you've never took time off, even a week's leave to do anything other than the occasional hike outside of Soul Society. Whatever dealings you had with the old man are a thing of the past, so I have to ask," The eyepatched Shinigami leaned forward, raising a brow with renewed curiosity. "What brought this on? Aren't you getting enough fresh air?"

Kenpachi shifted his eyes to his shoulder, as if someone was there. But the oddity of that was dissolved by him relieving himself of the unnatural reserved stance he had of respect. Standing upright, his face was stricken with an expression of suffering, eyes wide and his mouth agape.

"Do you realize...how fuckin' BORING it is now?!" He gaped out loud, making Shunsui's eye look at him as if a lightbulb lit up in his mind. With expressive gestures of his hands, he began to rant with fervor, much to his Zanpakutō's glee that he was getting things off his chest. "For ten years...TEN YEARS I've practiced and honed my skills with nothing to use them on! Quincies are dead! Hollows aren't worth shit! And Ichigo Kurosaki's gotten soft! I mastered my fuckin' Bankai, and I got not a damn thing to use it on! Let alone Shikai, or even my sword's sealed state! Hell, I'd have a more enjoyable fight if I just used my fuckin' teeth!"

"And you think you'll find a challenge in the Living World?" Shunsui asked pointedly.

Shrugging exasperatedly, he shouted back, "I dunno but it beats the Hell out of just waitin' around here doing shit!"

"Alright-Alright," Shunsui raised his hands, trying to ease the stress his number one reaper was displaying. Clasping his digits together he leaned forward and cocked his neck to the side. His eye was angled in a way where it got a full view of Kenpachi's practically sweating visage, someone who truly was in dire straits for the inability to exert himself. "Here's what I can do, Kenpachi. You were, among others, a bit contributor for the downfall of our biggest enemies. That deserves a little recognition beyond a simple pat on the back. So I can grant your request; on several conditions."

"What are they?" Kenpachi asked soberly, his person now steeled for what could be crippling restrictions, but bore through it nonetheless.

"One," Shunsui raised his right index finger for emphasis. "Do not commit acts of wholesale manslaughter. I don't care if you find someone who gets on your nerve, that's no reason to go on a killing spree."

"Seriously?" Captain Zaraki blinked. "That's a rule? You're suggestin' I got issues?"

"Not dignifying that," The Captain Commander muttered, coughing into his upraised hand before forming two upraised fingers. "Two, I want you to try to not go out of your way to challenge any person you feel is a supposed worthy target. Make sure they can stand up to you, and that you fight, if at all, do it in a place where no bystanders can be harmed."

Twitching, Kenpachi asked with a groan as he visibly slumped forward, "Anything else?"

"Try not to be gone too long," Shunsui joked, leaning back in his seat with a lopsided grin. "I'll be lonely if you don't come by more often."

Rolling his eyes, the Captain of the Eleventh Division left with a tired expression. As he left the office past the men who he incapacitated, now carried out on stretchers, he grumbled to himself. He knew there'd be consequences with asking, but this almost defeated the entirety of the trip.

Trying not to think how embarassing it was to even partially prostrate himself before such a lazy individual, his Zanpakutō patted him on the head as she remained seated on his shoulder.

"Cheer up, Kenny! At least we can go meet new people and possibly fight some strong people we don't know about!" She proclaimed in a chipper tone.

"Yeah, if we're lucky, we won't get locked up in Muken by Mr. One-Eye. Between you and me, I rather not be strapped to some damned chair next to Aizen," Kenpachi retorted bitterly.

"I foresee adventure, you'll see!" The Zanpakutō once again tried to reassure him.

The pair would soon find themselves in the Senkaimon with the Captain breathing out with annoyance. The dark hallway filled with sludge always had a nasty vibe to him. Ever since the Cleaner was pronounced dead over a decade ago thanks to suspicions that Aizen had eradicated it, no one could tell if it'd show up again. Even without the noisy train of Reason charging behind haphazardly traveling entities, it was still a creepy place.

Walking through the nearly pitch black corridor Kenpachi felt something unnatural, a suspicion that crawled up his spine. Moving through the hall he could tell that the place around him began to shift. A sudden momentum began to pick up and the entire area around him began to move to collapse around him.

With ease, he sprint forward, all the while the manifestation of his Zanpakutō hung onto his shoulder.

"Uh-oh!"

"Uh-oh? What do you mean, uh-oh?" Captain Zaraki asked with a growl.

A loud whistling sound cascaded throughout the pathway, making his eyes bulge and look over his shoulder. The unmistakable appearance of the light projecting train of Reason that is the Cleaner was rapidly approaching. He'd have to book it if he wanted to escape.

Unless...

Kenpachi turned around amidst his dash, and cackled, making the pink-haired entity look at him with panic, "What are you doing?!"

"Cheatin'," He grinned broadly, his sword raised and quickly transforming through a silent release of his enormous cleaver. "Let's do this, Nozarashi!"

Just as he readied an attack on the mindless entity, Nozarashi had other plans. Physically hijacking him while he began slashing towards the monstrous form, the pink-haired girl visibly pulled on Kenpachi's cheeks. Stretched out painfully, the Captain stumbled towards the wall of purple slime, his blade arching around to cut towards where he began to tumble forward.

A flash of white consumed their vision.

What awaited him on the other side was nothing short of a bewildering dream. His person emerged through the static and ear ringing sound to witness his sword slash had found a different mark. A short rotund person seated upon an extravagant chair was split in half along with a huge partition of the wall behind him. The structure quaked upon his entry, his hand still holding Nozarashi.

Hearing the people present in the room painted him a picture he hadn't expected at all.

"THE KING IS DEAD!"

"WHO IS THAT DEMON?!"

"FATHER!"

"The Hell-?" Captain Zaraki turned around to get a stock on his bearings. Nothing about it felt similar to any prior visit he could have had in the Living World. Even the air felt ripe with what he could presume was ample portions of Reishi. That couldn't be possible, could it?

The brickwork along with the extravagant designs showed him he was in a castle's throne room. The people surrounding him were dressed like they were going to some western themed ball. A purple-robed young woman with green hair rushed to the side of the bifurcated split pile of flesh that must have been the king. Even guards were wielding not weapons of modern convenience but pikes and swords.

One of which to his senses was charging at him.

"You monster! How dare you kill the King of Fiore!" Arcadios, the valiant aide to his majesty, proclaimed while rushing forth to slash his blade at Kenpachi's neck. But to his surprise the confused Captain didn't even block or avoid the attack. The blade itself shattered against his flesh as if it exceeded the strength of diamonds. Gaping, the man backed up and looked at his stump of a weapon before looking at the now glaring Shinigami. "How-?!"

"Not even worth the effort," Kenpachi snorted, his weaponless arm backhanding the man, sending him careening into the wall with a metallic crunch. Propping the enormous weapon on his shoulder he noticed most of the people attending the throne room already were leaving, screaming and flailing as they shouted more absurdities to his ears. "Where the Hell am I? This doesn't feel like the Living World...is it?"

"I dunno," The pink-haired girl shrugged, pointing her hand from his shoulder towards the weeping princess. "Why not ask her?"

"Oh, good idea!" He exclaimed with a brief grin, replaced with a sneer as he called out to the grieving royal. "Hey, you!"

"Leave me be, murderer!" She lashed out, looking over at him with venom escaping her tongue as much as her eyes shown anger. "Can you not see you've done enough!"

"Answer me some questions and I'll leave," The Captain bargained with a nonchalant tone.

Shaking, the Princess rose up and stared his way, "I am Princess Hisui. The man you just killed in cold blood was my father, Toma E. Fiore of Fiore. Enacting his death has made you an enemy of the state and a menace to all of this country!"

"Oh?" Kenpachi's brows raised with visible intrigue. "Are you going to send strong guys after me?"

"Every able bodied Mage will-"

"That's not what I asked," He sneered, his imposing glare returning to bore straight into her green eyes with his glowing yellow eyes. "Are you sending strong guys after me?"

"...yes," She replied with a hitch in her breath, refusing to show any sign of fear before him. "The strongest this nation has will be called upon to dispatch you. By your life or a punishment far worse than death!"

It was then that Kenpachi began to laugh. The guttural tone was unleashed into a bellow of raucous glee and his head lifted back as he continued to bark out excitedly. What was subdued Reiatsu began to leak out and force Hisui to fall to the ground as if weighed by an immense unseen pressure. Even the soldiers that had returned in force at the door couldn't walk a step further, with every person in the castle and beyond feeling the same thing.

"I'm getting excited! Yes, yes, yes! This is great!" Kenpachi shouted with blood thirst laced over his words. "After ten years, I finally can look forward to fighting again! Do your worst, little girl, and I'll take on everyone you got!"

In a blur, the long haired berserker disappeared in a whoosh of air breaking in his wake. Smashing through the nearest window, the Shinigami cannon-balled through the air of a completely unrecognizable terrain of the world he now found himself in. A broad grin spread even as he allowed gravity to pull him down to the city, his feet stomping atop a building's roof that he kicked off and left collapsing in his rocketing path.

"See Kenny, what did I tell ya?! This may not be the Living World we know, but we're going to meet all sorts of people. Strong guys are coming and you'll be able to have fun again!" His Zanpakutō squealed with delight as her image held onto his shoulder with giggling delight.

"You're right, Yachiru," He misnamed her on purpose, sealing the blade and sheathing it back as he continued to move at high speeds. "We're going to have one Hell of a vacation here!"

A/N:...I honestly have no idea why I wrote this. No, wait, I do. I was thinking of how fun it'd be if Kenpachi had squared off against Erza due to their similar means even if they're executed differently per story and author accordingly. However, like Reap the Pain, I couldn't be satisfied with a simple duel one-shot. One thing led to another and now we're in a Post Alvarez Arc story line. While I may not get everything right (I'm predicting very little casualties to the good guys so there's that) I'm doing my best to keep in line with the timeline with Fairy Tail.

Also, going to be frank, I'm not the biggest fan of the current narrative of Fairy Tail. I liked everything until Post-Tenrou Island Arc. After the Timeskip...yeah, not a big fan. The farther along it got, the less I became enthralled and more enraged. Now days I'm just bored. So this is a means of just being nonsensical and insane with how much fun I can have with Kenpachi invading the Fairy Tail world and butchering quite a few while also being a complete ditz when it comes to directions.

Fun times and bloodbaths are ahead, my viewers! If anyone wants to see more of this or want to leave their thoughts in the Review section below, please let me know! As for now, I'll get back to this the next time I have an insane impulse. See ya around!~