Fall of the Strongest Part 1 – Zaraki
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This chapter, and so will the rest, is beta-ed by enki-sama per her request :p
enki-sama → sure will give yachiru more screen time ;)
How my heart went to Zaraki?
He cried. Not very obvious and maybe he didn't... but I wanna assume that he did >.<
Zaraki woke to the light dripping of water and the feel of something soft and warm gently sponging his face and body. It stung when the towel touched his left cheek, regardless of how light the movements were. He kept his eyes closed while the procedure repeats.
He recalled that he had lost, terribly, in the battle with that orange-haired ryoka and the last thing he did before passing out was, among all things, cry. The only relief he had was; Yachiru was the only one around when he did something so disgraceful.
He knew he was in the fourth division. Yachiru had told him that she had called for Unohana. The girl must have attended to him while he was unconscious, but he had doubts when he felt that the hands attending to him were that of an adult; it was impossible for Yachiru to do all that given her height and they were too skillful to be the hands of a child. A serene face in concentration came into his view when he opened his eyes.
The left lapel of the his gi was carefully brought over his chest. The lady healer tugged the right sleeve into the loosely tied belt and noticed he has come to, "Do you feel dizzy?" She smiled and asked in a warm voice.
He thought for a moment then slowly shook his head but had felt a little when Unohana leaned over and placed a soft hand on his forehead. He thought she smells sweet, like flowers. Like those flowers Yachiru would always shove under his nose and telling him about the differences between this and that. He never could tell nor remember the differences. It was only now that he could vaguely remember that her scent was very similar to one of the flowers he was ever forced, only by his fuku-taicho, to smell.
"No fever." Satisfied with the temperature, Unohana brushed away stray strands of black hair from his face and sat on the side of the bed he was lying on, "You can be discharged in a few days if everything goes well." The fourth division captain pulled the covers over him as she spoke but he felt that she was making him feel... like a weakling and swept away the blanket in a fit of tantrum, "I'm fine and am not staying here!"
An elegant hand caught hold of his flailing arm and another stopped him from getting up, "You are staying until you recover, Zaraki taicho. No arguments."
Continuing~~