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Solar Hands Vs Solar Gauntlets

Hinamori Momo wandered down the long narrow halls of Seireitei bored. Her life long friend and one of the few her age, Hitsugaya Toushirou was absent due to duty. In her desperation to alleviate her boredom she had decided to take this aimless walk. The peaceful spring air settled on the green yards between each compound. The warmth oozed laziness as the gentle breeze carried an unfamiliar scent to her. She sniffed. It was the lovely smell of fresh baked pasty. Curious, she followed it, walking absent mindedly into the 6th Division headquarters. Tracking the scent she finally came upon a small clean kitchen, obviously recently created, filled with a trio of giant ovens. It was the small, gangly boy however, frantically working in the kitchen that captivated her attention.

No older than herself, the boy had the most fascinating set of eyes she had ever seen. Large, soulful and yet filled with a determination she had rarely seen, even amongst adults. He was definitely new, she knew most of the staff in Seireitei but this boy escaped even her basic visual memory. Stepping into the kitchen she thought to introduce herself.

"Excuse me…"

"Ahh… Did Kuchiki-oniisan send you here?"

Kuchiki? Now Hinamori was really curious to what this boy was doing here. "Sorry… I was just passing by when I smelt the odour of baking…"

"Ahh… I see!" The boy exclaimed happily, "So you're a bread lover too!"

Hinamori thought about this for a while. Although not exactly a bread lover, she was impartial to the well baked pastry or cookie. "I suppose so."

"Great!" The boy extended his hand, grinning toothily. "I'm Azuma Kazuma, the head baker here."

Hinamori stared the offered hand in confusion. She looked back at the young boy. Head baker? She stood surprised at his announcement but bowed anyway, introducing herself. "Hinamori Momo, Vice Captain of the 5th Division."

Azuma grabbed her by the hand, much to her surprise and dragged her over to a corner of the kitchen. Opening the oven he pulled out a warm fresh bun and placed it her hands. Beaming happily at her he said, "Try it! It's good. It's my Japan number 55! Anpan!"

Anpan. A sweet bean paste bread bun. It was one of Hinamori's favourite breads and she happily accepted the gift. She bit into the soft texture and through the sweet paste. The feeling the welled up inside her burst through her watery eyes. They grew larger and their outlines wavered as she literally floated through the air. It must be something to do with being a spirit that everyone here seemed to be capable of the most dramatic of reactions.

Clutching the bread bun at her chest with both hands she stared in admiration at the young baker. "That was delicious…" she heard herself sigh out loud.

The boy looked pleased then he looked embarrassed. Catching herself staring at him, she looked away and continued nibbling away at the delicacy in her hand.

"You know," Azuma offered. "If you like I could teach you to bake?"

Azuma didn't know why he suggested that. Maybe he was just lonely in this strange new world. None of his friends were here and he knew no one. She seemed like a nice enough person. Azuma felt better about his situation, it was time he started making new friends.

"I would like that." The shy girl murmured her reply.

Suwabara Kai grimaced at the giant man standing before him. He placed his hand readily on the hilt of his katana. The white robes and the massive, unkempt sword tapping casually at the mans shoulder gave him an imposing stature. The eye patch, spiky hair and multitude of scars only serving to heighten that. Suwabara would not be cowed by the man's killing intent, releasing one of his own to match.

Zaraki Kenpachi had thought to take a pleasant stroll through the countryside this morning. Indeed by his standard it was pleasant. He had stumbled upon a new soul, a man, barely out of his teens stood before him in a blue bandanna. His Katana held firmly in his obi standing ready in a stance that spoke volumes about the man's combat skill. He was good, Kenpachi was sure of it. But what pleased him the most was that this man was not afraid of him, nor his bloodlust, nor the large skeletal hallucinations that usually accompanied it. No, this man had stood there and returned with a tiger staring at its prey.

Suwabara was the first to speak, never taking his eyes off taller man. "I am looking for someone."

"You are?"

"A small boy with a pink hair band about this tall." Suwabara motioned the height with his hand.

"A small boy?"

"I have come to challenge him." Suwabara snapped indignantly at him.

"Challenge?" Kenpachi regarded the warrior in front of him. "This boy… Is he strong?"

"I have never defeated him before. No one has. In the end he defeated himself so I committed Seppuku and followed him here to challenge him."

"You followed him unto death… to challenge him." Kenpachi liked the sound of this mans thinking, he liked the sound of this strong new boy even more. He decided that if he stayed with this man he would meet this boy and challenge him.

Kenpachi laughed maniacally at the sky. Then he turned a wilting stare at the youngster, "My name is Zaraki Kenpachi. I will help you find this boy but in return, when we find him I will challenge him first!"

It was now Suwabara who laughed at the heavens, his eyes becoming a pinpoint of light. "You will not defeat him! One such as yourself has no chance." Settling down Suwabara continued. "Very well. We have a deal." Suwabara held out his hand.

Kenpachi stared at the hand before recognizing the gesture from various textbooks. Taking it, they shook hands. Solar gauntlet met solar gauntlet. Kenpachi didn't know it then but his years spent thickening up his body, densifying his muscles had essentially insulated his body and blood, artificially increasing the temperature of his hands.

Suwabara smiled at the revelation. So there were those, even among the dead who would strive to such lengths in pursuit of perfecting their artistry. "When I defeat him, "Suwabara spoke confidently. "I will challenge you and defeat you."

They both roared jubilantly at this before turning around together and walking off to Seireitei, to find a small boy. Azuma Kazuma.

End

AN: I know, I know! This is a sad, sad crossover! But I think it's funny! )

AN2: Japan – Name of the country, as well as pan meaning bread. Pan is a pun in Japunese I guess.