A Matter of Opinion
by. homeostatis
Disclaimer: Maybe it would help if I sued.
A/N: This is me fan-girling over Kenpachi while using Ikkaku's dirty mouth to have fun cursing and making Kenpachi look tougher than he already is.
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Chapter 2: Brute (Bold)
Why do I follow him? Well, that's not hard. It's 'cause he's Zaraki-fucking-Kenpachi, that's why.
What? That's not good enough? Fucker. Go screw yourself.
Shit, I told you to leave me alone. Fine, fine! I'll answer the damn question just quit pesterin' me.
Well, I suppose it's 'cause he didn't kill me. Don't start that again, I'm being serious. He didn't kill me when he had the chance and when I asked for death he told me to go fuck myself and stop being such a wimp. Made all the difference in the world to me, let me tell you.
First time I saw him, I knew that was it. I was dead or I was the strongest man in the entire Rukongai.
Seeing as I neither won, nor was killed in that battle I suppose the only thing I am now is stupid. Or maybe I really am dead, I don't know.
I wanted to serve under that man; I wanted to die in that service. Yumi agreed with me (also said some bullshit about the beauty of promises and the true splendor of a person's devotion but I hardly listened past "me too") and we both ran for it, spent a week tracking him, and followed his shadow (and that little pink-haired runt on his back) until Seireitei.
We watched as he pushed through the gates, saw him destroy the captain of the 11th division in front of his terrified subordinates, witnessed the skeptical looks he got when he named his adopted-daughter as his vice-captain (and laughed when she proved those fucking bastards wrong), and beat our way up—Yumi keeps telling me that "coerced" is a much prettier word to use but we're the 11th damnit and we don't use words 'cause they're fucking pretty (so SHOVE IT Yumi and stop trying to dictate my story).
'Nyways, where was I?
Right. We were there, through thick and thin. We didn't know much though; far's we were concerned, we knew he never had a name and that Yachiru's means somethin' special to him. We know that he's actually very responsible when you look past the fact that he'd easily run off in a fit of excitement when he's searching for a good opponent. He makes a great Captain 'cause he spent his years teachin' that little brat how to fight and he's as good as anyone when it comes to finding all the hidden things that normal people don't know about.
He's frightening in his power and strange in his actions. Sometimes I don't understand why he does everything he does but there's usually some deeper meaning (or some such shit) to it.
Zaraki-taichou doesn't like to admit it but he does a lot of crap for other people. Most of it's for Yachiru, that lucky brat, but he does other stuff—like askin' Mayuri for that reiatsu-eating monster so that he doesn't rip apart the sekiseki in the place—in concern for the general peoples and I can't help but respect him for it.
There's somethin' worth respecting in a man who's concerned without givin' any real shit about it. An' I follow him 'cause he's something worth respecting. Ain't much of that anymore, let me tell ya.
Now get the hell out of here and leave me the fuck alone.
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A/N: … maybe this should've been on T? Ah hell, I dunno.