Episode 12: A New Beginning

Kidpachi was sitting down next to a small village. He slaughtered every one of them. The Kinkage thought that they could potentially become a threat to the village. So he sent the letter to Kidpachi because of his lack of caring about why he was on the mission.

Kidpachi was almost sixteen now. His hair was longer, and the scratch Unohana gave him turned into a scar. He moved his sword to his back, and he was wearing a grey shirt that had the sleeves cut off in one of Kidpachi's scuffles. He was sitting on a rock, his blade out, and he was leaning on it. It was covered in blood.

A small baby girl with pink hair and big brown eyes crawled over to him.

"Get back, kid." Kidpachi said.

The girl reached out, for his blade.

"I kill people with that. Don't touch it." He growled.

She reached out, and she ran her hand down the flat side of his sword. She laughed.

"Fine." He said. "I can't just leave you here... so I guess you'll be traveling with me. So you'll need a name."

He lightly pushed her back a step with the back of his hand. He lifted his sword with his other hand, and then he wrote in the dirt, YACHIRU. "It's pronounced Yachiru. This is how it's written."

"Ya...chiru..." She said.

"I shall claim the terrifying name of Kenpachi. This place is called Kusajishi. So that will be your last name. And my last name shall be Zaraki, from the village I was born in."*

Zaraki quickly got used to dealing with Yachiru, but he had to buy more food for her and he had to chop her food into really small bites, and then he had to figure out how to burp her afterwards. Then he also had to buy diapers and that was his least favorite part.

After three years, Zaraki was now around nineteen. His shirt was now darker grey, and he used his sword to keep his hair the same length, and he also kept Yachiru's hair just below shoulder length.

A bald man was walking around, with a sword. His sword was sheathed, he had it running across his neck, and he hand both hands at the ends of it to keep it from sliding off his neck.

He was wearing a white and black shirt, and he had strange red marks by his eyes. He was walking through a town, people were whispering about him and quickly getting out of his way.

He had a frown on his face, and he was looking for something. Or someone in the crowd. He came across a man in a flowery kimono. The flowers were mostly green, but the one at his left shoulder was red. He had long black hair.

"Did you do it again, Ikkaku?" Asked the man in the kimono.

The bald man said nothing. The man in the kimono walked up behind him.

"You'll soon run out of people to fight you." Informed the kimono wearer.

"Then we'll just have to leave, and go to another area." Replied the bald man.

The man in the kimono scoffed. "Why don't you wipe your face? You don't look very good."

Ikkaku- the bald man- let of his sword with one hand and rubbed his bruised and dirt covered face.

He was impatient. Irritable. He had a short temper. And that defined him.

He was standing just outside the city when three men ran at him. He turned around to face them, and he got punched in the face by one of them. He didn't try to dodge, or block. He just took it.

"HEEEE YA!" He called, and he jumped up into the air. He then punched the man in the face- the guy who hit him. He knocked him over, and then repeatedly punched him in the face.

"I didn't mean it, I swear!" Cried the man, but Ikkaku didn't care.

The other two retreated.

Fighting and pain. The only things that felt real to him.

Ikkaku walked into a town filled with people. He had his sword leaned on his shoulder. "Who wants to fight?" He called. "I need a good challenge!"

No one. He was in a village filled with the old and sickly.

"There must be at least one or two of you who wanna die!" No one. He spat on the ground.

Then he heard the giggling of a little girl.

He looked over, irritated. "Who's that?" He roared. Ikkaku ran in her direction, and he wasn't wearing shoes.

He came across Yachiru who was drawing on the ground with chalk.

"What the-" He stopped, surprised. He saw a short hunched over man behind her wearing a black cloak over himself.

"If you were smart, you'd leave!" She said happily. "Kenny's in a good mood today!" She was still drawing. She looked up at him. "Unless you enjoy a lot of pain, you should go."

"Oh. Yeah right." He smiled. "Your friend is in a good mood. And that's reason to worry?"

"You sure are stupid." She frowned at him. "He loses all control, when he's feeling really good." On the sidewalk, there was poor drawing of Zaraki stabbing a man in the chest. "That's when he ends up having fun!"

"What's that?" Ikkaku swung his sword, ready to use it.

"Hey." Called a deep voice. "Don't even think about it." The old man suddenly rose, and then his cloak fell off. Revealing a man that was almost seven feet tall, and a sword at his back. Chakra exploded around him from a split second, and Ikkaku's eyes widened.

"Are you gonna run?" Zaraki asked.

Ikkaku was sweating, all over his neck. "No. I'd prefer to stay!" He jumped backwards. "My chakra's high too! So let's have a little fun!" Ikkaku grinned, at the solemn faced Zaraki.

Dust flew passed them. By this time, a crowd gathered, all of them worried something bad was going to happen. All besides the kimonoed man, who looked calm as ever.

Ikkaku grabbed his sword by it's handle, and he grabbed it's sheath with his other hand.

"Ikkaku..." The kimonoed man said.

"I don't want you to help."

"I know that." He growled.

Ikkaku slowly drew his sword. "You're strong. Or so it would seem." He told Zaraki.

"Yeah." Zaraki drew his sword.

"I am strong as well!" Ikkaku cried, taking a stance. with his sword pointed towards Zaraki, but his scabbard held in his other hand- ready to attack.

"That's it. No more talking." Zaraki smiled slightly. "Now fight!" He suddenly darted in front of Ikkaku.

Zaraki slashed down, and Ikkaku didn't have enough time to dodge. So he blocked it with both his sword and scabbard. Zaraki's one strike forced Ikkaku in a little into the ground.

The kimonoed man's eyes widened.

Zaraki laughed.

Ikkaku was trying to push Zaraki's sword back, but he had no effect. Zaraki grinned again, and then yanked his sword backwards and he slashed down at Ikkaku, yanked his sword back slashed down, yanked back, slashed, and did that repeatedly until Ikkaku jumped backwards and avoided it.

Who is this guy? Ikkaku thought. He's not only strong, he's incredibly fast... Blood ran down from Ikkaku's forehead to his mouth. Ikkaku licked some of the blood from his face, at least the blood that he could reach. "Now this is fun! In fact, this is the most fun I've had sense I came here!" He leapt way up into the air, and he swung his sword down at Zaraki.

Zaraki held his sword up and blocked it.

Ikkaku was completely inverted, he was able to keep himself up because of his and Zaraki's upper body strength.

"Ah." Zaraki said. "Good for you!"

Ikkaku flipped backwards, and then he charged at Zaraki, yelling.

Zaraki laughed, and slashed.

They crossed blades several times.

"Just who is this fellow?" Asked the kimonoed man. "His strikes are so fast I can't see them." He bit his thumb.

"Look, Kenny's smiling!" Yachiru pointed out, laughing.

Ikkaku and Zaraki continued to cross blades.

"It's a shame really." Yachiru frowned. "It's almost over..."

The kimonoed man's eyes widened.

Ikkaku jumped backwards, small cuts all over his arms, and he was out of breath.

Ikkaku never even cut Zaraki- who wasn't even out of breath. "I really enjoyed that."

Ikkaku gasped a little bit.

"It's been a while sense I've had so much fun." Zaraki went on, then he charged. Ikkaku stabbed at him, but Zaraki slashed through his sword and then slashed his chest.

"What are you doing?" Ikkaku asked. He was lying on the ground, his sword broken. "Finish me off..."

"What do ya know? You're still alive." Zaraki told him.

"What are you thinking?" Ikkaku roares. "You're obligated to kill me! Do it!"

"Sorry." Zaraki told him. Yachiru pushed her head up, from Zaraki's shoulder. "But I'm not here to put you down like a sick animal. I've got no obligation to end all of your suffering."

"I'm a warrior!" Ikkaku cried. "I have my pride! Kill me!"

Zaraki bent down, and then grabbed the front of Ikkaku's shirt. He yanked him to eye level, Ikkaku's feet hovering off the ground.

"If you like fighting so much stop moaning and whining for me to kill you! Never admit defeat and ask for a quick death! Die first, then admit defeat! If you are defeated but didn't die, it just means you were lucky! At those times, think only think about survival! Survive and think only about killing the one who failed to kill you!" He was silent for a moment. "You know," He smiled again. "I didn't hold back while I was fighting with you. You had plenty of luck, and that's why you're alive. Live. And try and kill me another day. See ya around."

Zaraki dropped him, and Ikkaku fell to his knees.

Zaraki started walking away.

"Wait!" Ikkaku cried. "Tell me your name! Don't go... not until you tell me what your name is!"

"Kenpachi. Kenpachi from Zaraki."

Kenpachi... from Zaraki... Thought Ikkaku.

Notes: *Again, because he still hasn't truly claimed the name Kenpachi, I can't really refer to him as this. And he's not exactly a kid now, so Kidpachi doesn't exactly work. Teenpachi sounds stupid, and I'm not good with synonyms so I don't know any good synonyms for teen. So I'm going to refer to him as Zaraki until he officially gains the title of Kenpachi.