Disclaimer: Not mine.

Warnings: None.

Making It Right

Sometimes Yachiru was annoying.

The kid wouldn't stop crying. It just kept going and going and had been for hours, its stamina impressive but nonetheless unappreciated. Kenpachi didn't know quite what to do, didn't know quite why he'd even bothered to pick it up and why he wasn't now putting it down. It just kept crying and part of him knew he could just let it be someone else's problem.

He stared at it, holding it out at arms length, one hand more than sufficient to support its puny body. Its face was as pink as the hair on its head and he wondered if he'd ever cried like this, if he'd ever so freely expressed his emotions. He wondered if he'd ever raged so fiercely against the world and its mistreatment of him. He wondered if he ever would.

He shifted his posture and his elbow brushed against his zanpakuto.

The kid kept crying and he didn't put it down.