Disclaimer: While I do own a bottle of Clorox, I do not own Bleach.
Warnings: None.
Only Fitting
The first time Yachiru summoned her zanpakuto, Kenpachi was certain something had gone wrong somewhere.
"Yo, runt. Try it again," he'd ordered, looking distastefully at the tiny katana with its silly daisy-shaped tsuba. Prissy thing like that wasn't going to be any good at gutting anything.
"I did it right the first time, Ken-chan," Yachiru had pouted, stamping her foot and looking like she wanted to slap him for daring to suggest that she might not know what she was doing.
"Do it again anyway," he'd glared.
"Fine!" she'd snapped, tossing her hair. The zanpakuto disappeared with a poof, she'd closed her eyes in concentration, held her hands out expectantly and… and the thing appeared in them once more.
"Waaai, it's so cute, Ken-chan!" Yachiru'd laughed in delight, taking it out of the sheath and waving it around in wanton abandon.
Kenpachi didn't know why he'd been so surprised that Yachiru's zanpakuto was as weird as she was; he should have seen it coming from three districts away. He'd rather wished she'd summoned something a bit tougher looking, though, something four times her size and impressive enough that it would scare enemies away just at the sight of it. Safety came first, after all.
Later that day, as he watched Yachiru cheerfully dismembering bandits left and right with her ridiculous weapon, he was forced to admit that the zanpakuto might not have been as useless as it looked. The daisy tsuba did a serviceable job of keeping Yachiru's hands free of blood and didn't get one entrail stuck in it. Besides, he thought to himself, it was kind of cute to watch her hack limbs off with that toothpick of hers. The expression on the bandits' faces as they found themselves with a flowered sword stuck through their chests was priceless.
"Did I do good, Ken-chan?" Yachiru asked, skipping over to him with hair more red than pink.
"You did good," he agreed, wiping her face clean with the edge of his sleeve. "You did real good."
And she had, stupid-looking katana and all.
-the end-