A Matter of Opinion
by. homeostatis
Disclaimer: I like not being in jail.
A/N: This is me fan-girling over Kenpachi while using Yachiru to cover up any grammatical errors I might have.
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Chapter 3: Nasty (Nice)
Why do I follow him? Easy, silly! 'Cause he's my Ken-chan and nobody's better than him! Ken-chan's my whole world. He saved me, gave me a name, taught me how to fight. He told me we were family. Just the two of us… and maybe baldy and feather-brows. I follow him 'cause he's Ken-chan and he's the best.
Yeah, I know you don't believe he's the best person in the whole wide world—even when you should you stupid head— but he is. I know 'cause he's my Ken-chan and I've been his Yachiru for as long as I can remember. He can beat the bad guys pretty good and back when it was just the two of us he taught me how to do that pretty good too. He was good at tellin' me where to hit them (I know 'cause every time I hit where he told me to the stupid bad guys would fall down and stop moving) so I learned really, really fast.
Back then, he would also bandage me up all nice too. He always made sure it never bled too much and that I would eat a lot for dinner (even if he didn't eat himself. Bad Ken-chan sometimes didn't do things he told me to do—like wash up before dinner or not bleed all over the place). Sometimes, he bought me candies and cut up wood to make me a nice toy or two; he always stopped by villages to make sure my clothes didn't stay above my knees even if he got the nice ripped ones that he said I was too small to wear. One time, he got me a really nice kimono. It was pink and green and even if he said it made his eyes "hurt like hell" I knew Ken-chan liked it too 'cause it looked so good on me.
Ken-chan always carried me on his back even if I could run on my own, and he liked to say "don't go far" when I'd go off to chase Bunny-san or Wolf-san into the woods. It was nice too, when he would run after me and pick me up and tell me not to go running into a camp full of bandits because he didn't haul me for years just to get myself killed over something as stupid as a butterfly. I liked knowing that Ken-chan would chase me wherever I went.
I don't like it when I'm alone.
But anyway! Butterflies aren't stupid, but Ken-chan doesn't seem to like them so I try not to chase them anymore.
Ken-chan never makes me cry, not like that stupid mean head that elbowed me in the face once back long, long, long before we met Frilly-Brows and Baldy. Ken-chan killed him good but it hurt so much and blood was getting on my new kimono and I couldn't stop crying.
… can I tell you a secret? I can right? And you won't tell no one 'cause I'll come after you and hit you in the place Ken-chan says makes a Death God a real Death God.
You won't tell? Yey!
Well, I cried 'cause I was so scared that Ken-chan wouldn't like me anymore after getting hit. Ken-chan never got hit so of course I shouldn't get hit either. But, you know, Ken-chan didn't get mad. He told me to stop crying 'cause my head'll hurt and he patted me on the back and let me fall asleep on his lap.
See? I told you Ken-chan was plenty nice!
Whaaaaaat? You still don't believe me? Pooh.
Why don't you just come over to our division then! I'm sure I can show you how nice Ken-chan really is!
… huh? What do you mean you have other things to do? But I thought you wanted to know if Ken-chan was nice! Stop being silly and get over here! When we get back to the 11th Division we could play tag and hide-and-go-seek and horsie and…
… huh. Where'd ya go?
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A/N: Woah, done. After stalling for a whole… uh, several weeks. Thanks for reading! (although I'm still deciding on several more chapters. Hmmm, what do you guys think?)