"Well all my stuff is packed. Not that I have much." said Yachiru.

Looking around the one room house Yachiru noted that even when her stuff was laying around the house looked empty. So it really didn't change much with her stuff packed.

"Your wounds are healed up now. So I'll be taking my leave. It was nice meeting you Eighty. Maybe we will meet up with each other again." said Yachiru while walking toward the door.

"Where are you going?"

Turning to look at the man Yachiru said, " I am going west." After replying Yachiru waited a minute to see if the man was going to say anything else. When he didn't she finally left.

A few miles from the one room house Yachiru sensed two people following her. One of the people was close and the other a little farther back from the first person, but close enough to be with the person behind her. They've been following her for a while, but never made any moves to attack her. So Yachiru paid them no mind. It was after all very common for people to travel between districts. So no matter what at least one person is going to be behind or in front of someone at one point while traveling.

Close to nightfall Yachiru found a nice little clearing to camp in. It only had one opening, and was encircled by bushes. It was the perfect spot to sleep because Yachiru could hear anyone or anything that walked by. While setting up the fire Yachiru noticed that the two people she sensed earlier were very close to her, and not moving. She knew they weren't setting up camp, because there was no other good place to do it. Going for her daggers at her hip she waited for the first person to appear. The second one didn't move. They guy that came through the clearing was tall but not as tall as Eighty. From what she could tell from the fire light the man had hair that looked like hay. His face had a hollow look to it, and his eyes had a crazed look in them. The man came at her quickly. Yachiru barely blocked the mans attack with her red dagger, when he swiped at her again. With his crude sword he knocked Yachiru into the closest bush. With most of her breath knocked out of her she struggled out of the bush that got tangles in her hair and clothes. Not waiting to catch her breath Yachiru took to the offense. She moved her daggers in a more comfortable position, and lunged at the man. When she got close enough to reach him she swung her green dagger to slice that mans jugular vein. He stepped back as her dagger nicked him, and threw out his left leg to knock Yachiru to the ground. Quickly adjusting her balance Yachiru landed on her back and somersaulted backwards to a kneeling position.

"This guy is a lot tougher than he looks." thought Yachiru.

"I need to move quickly and get close enough to slice his head off while staying out of reach of his sword." Taking half a second to look for an opening Yachiru noticed that the second person moved closer. She could tell from the shadow of the person that it was a man, but she couldn't see his face. Hoping the second man wouldn't attack her anytime soon Yachiru lunged for her opponent. He saw her coming and lunged at her when all of a sudden he froze. Taking the opportunity Yachiru crossed her daggers, and snipped that mans head off like her daggers were scissors. With the first man dead Yachiru whipped around only to see Eighty towering over her. Yachiru eeped girlishly and the man laughed. Glaring at the man Yachiru wiped her daggers off on the dead mans clothes. Turning her attention back to the man Yachiru saw him sitting in front of the fire.

"Make yourself comfortable." Yachiru said sarcastically.

The man just laughed at her again. Sighing Yachiru saw across from him. Thinking about earlier that day Yachiru realized the second person following her was Eighty.

"You were following me this whole time. Just behind the guy I killed. Did you know he was going to attack me?" asked Yachiru.

"Of course I knew. He smelled of bloodlust." replied the man.

"And you just let him attack me?" asked Yachiru.

"I wanted to see how well you fought with the daggers you just go on and on about. And from what I've seen I'm not too impressed." said the man.

"Hey! I held my own. I killed him didn't I? And before you open your mouth and tell me I only killed him cause you scared him; I would have gotten him eventually. I always do." Yachiru vented.

"You always get your kill?" the man asked. Yachiru could tell that he was genuinely curious.

"Yes. This may sound strange, and you might think I'm crazy, but at the last critical moment when I'm going to get my ass handed to me I hear my daggers whisper to me. And I get a power rush. When that happens the person or persons I'm fighting don't stand a chance." said Yachiru.

"Your daggers talk to you?" asked Eighty.

" They whisper. Its like they are trying to tell me something, but I never understand them. When I'm one second away from dying the whispers turn into screaming, but jumbled together. Its frustrating that I can never understand them." said Yachiru. After her little speech Yachiru noted that the man just stared at her. And with a nervous laugh Yachiru said, "Maybe I'm just crazy."

The man just grunted at her.

Early in the morning the man and Yachiru were ready to set off again. Yachiru came to the conclusion Eighty was going to accompany her. And if he was going to be around for a while she shouldn't call him Eighty. The name didn't suit him.

"Zaraki." she said.

The man just looked at her out the corner of his eye.

"If we are going to travel together I don't want to call you Eighty anymore. I'll call you Zaraki, because that is the 80th districts name. It also suits you more. Its more tough sounding." she said. Zaraki didn't say anything. The two of them walked the rest of the morning in a comfortable silence. Only one group of nine men tried to attack them. When they showed up Yachiru got her daggers out, but Zaraki stepped in front of her.

"My turn to fight." he said.

"Fight these nine people all on your own?" asked Yachiru in shock.

"It might be a good work out if they all come at me at once." said Zaraki.

"Then what am I supposed to do?"

"Stay out of my way."

Zaraki faced all nine men, and told them to all come at him together. The leader of the group said, "Its your funeral." and they all attacked Zaraki. In less than a minute Zaraki took out all the men.

"Pathetic. I didn't even break a sweat." Zaraki said disappointedly. Mean while all Yachiru could do was watch in awe as Zaraki defeated his opponents so easily. She knew if she went against so many men at one time she would kiss her cookies goodbye. She could probably take them on individually, but it would have taken a while to defeat all nine. Yachiru had a new respect for Zaraki's fighting ability. Noticing Zaraki was leaving without her Yachiru ran to catch up to him.

" You know with your strength you could join the Gotei 13, and become the new kenpachi." said Yachiru.

"Kenpachi?" asked Zaraki. He never heard of the word.

"Kenpachi is the name given to every captain of the eleventh squad. It means that who ever is named kenpachi that they are the strongest swordsman, and has the most kills." explained Yachiru.

"Huh… Kenpachi." whispered Zaraki.