My first drabble, and it's exactly 100 words. Please don't kill me for this…

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.


Yachiru had always liked blood.

As she lay in a pool of her own, she slowly raised her arm up, smiling slightly at the red drops covering it. After a moment she lost the strength to keep it in the air, and it landed on the ground beside her with a soft PLOP.

"Damn it, Yachiru, don't you dare die!" Zaraki Kenpachi yelled, picking up the small girl and holding her tiny body tightly in his arms. Yachiru smiled brightly as she closed her eyes, sighing contently.

"Silly Ken-chan, it's alright. After all; in the end, I was with you."