Middles
A/N: I've taken to prompts from the fanfic100 challenge
to try and get some of these ideas out of my
head with some semblance of story/plot.
Yachiru stopped in the middle of training. Oblivious to the trainwreck of eleventh division bodies piling up behind her from their attempts to not fall upon her (some from genuine concern for their fukataichou, the majority from fear of what their taichou would do to the one who harmed a single pink strand of her hair,) Yachiru tapped her chin with her finger, looking puzzled.
"I wonder where Ken-chan went?"
It was disconcerting, really, how often Ichmaru-taichou was putting him in the middle of these games he played with Zaraki-taichou, Kira fretted to himself as he searched for the eleventh division's captain. Not that Kira minded that much now that Zaraki-taichou had that eye-patch from the twelfth division. It was still very easy to find Zaraki-taichou. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that Kira had no idea what to expect when he found him.
Kenpachi let out a loud sigh. He should've known better . . .
"Hey, Kenpachi. Why don't we try fighting with both your eyes covered. It'll make the fight more interesting, ne?" Without waiting for Zaraki to answer, Gin produced a white band of cloth. Kenpachi instinctively backed away from his friend. Gin was already behind him, tying the cloth around his head.
"What cha worried about? Don't cha trust me?" Gin asked, an amused tone creeping into his voice.
"No."
"Wah! You're so mean! I thought we were friends!" Ichimaru slumped over Zaraki's massive shoulder in an absurd attempt to imitate Yachiru. Kenpachi laughed at the third division captain's antics.
"Pshh, quit whining. It's pathetic. And it's because we're friends that I don't trust you, Ichimaru."
"Fair enough, fair enough," Zaraki could feel the breeze against his face from Gin flapping his hands in the air. "Does this mean you don't wanna?"
"Hn, I already got the damn blindfold on, don't I?"
"Yay!" Gin went to glomp Kenpachi, only to find he had moved. "Eh?"
"Don't you touch me. I get enough of that with Yumichika around."
"Before we start, you have to agree to leave the blindfold on until I say it's okay." Kenpachi could hear the sound of Gin's zanpaktou being unsheathed.
"Fine, now let's start." Zaraki took a few steps forward. He waited for Gin to attack. And waited. And-
"Hey, Ichimaru! What do you think you're doing?" No answer. He'd never been good at sensing reiastu. Gin could be standing there beside him laughing and he wouldn't know it with the blindfold on . . .
That's how Kenpachi, the strongest shinigami of this generation, ended up sitting in the middle of nowhere.
"Che, he'd better show up soon. I'm getting hungry." He grumbled to himself.
"Ah! Ah! There you are, Zaraki-taichou!" Kira called out as he approached his taichou's friend. He stopped in his tracks when the man turned around. After waiting for a moment, the captain of the eleventh division spoke.
"Well?"
"Sorry," Kira bowed, his face flushing when he remembered Zaraki-taichou couldn't see him. "Sorry. Ano- Ichimaru-taichou says 'It's okay.'"