DRAW or It's All Fun and Games Until Someone Loses an Eye-patch
Author's Note: Hello, I'm being a bit lazy as I'm anxious to show my readers that I have not abandoned this fic. I've just been floundering about with more ideas that flew out of a few of the previous drabbles. I'm including a few teaser bits at the end here to show you what's on the horizon. I whipped this up to hold you over until I get the works in progress finished. Thank you for reading these bits of insanity. They can't help it, they're about Gin and Kenpachi!
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It started innocently enough, as such things often do. Zaraki Kenpachi was adjusting his new eye-patch straps (for the thousandth time) when a long, slender index finger poked the center of the patch.
"Ah, Zaraki! I'll hold it in place while you make a bow." The owner of the index finger said.
Kenpachi looked down at the playfully smiling Ichimaru Gin. "You know this is a reiatsu leech, idiot. So you know that I don't need to tie it on. And what kind of pansy do you think I am??! A bow!!?" Zaraki jerked his face away from Gin's hand.
"Ne, ne! I've got a great idea!" Gin said, ignoring Zaraki's comments. "Now that you've got that, let's spar!"
Zaraki slung his zanpaktou over his shoulder. "Hn, it would figure that you'd want to fight now."
Gin shrugged. "I'm in no hurry to die."
"More like afraid to die."
"Ah, if you don't wanna, just-"
"Let's go." Kenpachi grabbed the back of Gin's collar and hauled him off.
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Ichimaru looked around the area Zaraki had unceremoniously dragged him. It would do. After straightening his clothing, Gin drew his zanpaktou. The two captains did not speak as they lunged together. Gin knew he needed all his focus against the eleventh division captain.
Zaraki had been waiting for an opportunity to test himself against the third division captain. His excitement was evident by the gleam in his exposed eye.
Gin had no fear hidden behind his smile as their swords clanged together. The silver-haired shinigami allowed the larger captain to force him backwards. When he stopped, there was a couple of yards distance between them. He waited for Zaraki's attack.
"Shinsou, shoot to death."
Kenpachi let out a sharp laugh as he dodged the elongating blade of Gin's zanpaktou. The fight was going better than he'd hoped. He'd have to thank that creepy Mayuri for the reiastu leech. Without it, he wouldn't by having much fun at all. He had not been challenged since he became a captain.
Neither shinigami took much of an advantage over the other. Ichimaru kept a fair distance from his opponent until the end. Zaraki's zanpaktou's ragged blade scraped against Shinsou. He opened his eyes just enough to show the glint of cold grey.
"Shinsou, shoot to death."
Kenpachi was a fraction too slow in moving his head out of the growing blade's way. He felt the skin along the left side of his face split as the edge of the blade passed through. Instinctively, his eyes closed as the sword continued to slice a neat line straight through the leech. There was a shriek of pain, followed by a flood of Kenpachi's reiatsu as the leech eye-patch fell to the ground. The undirected force of the released reiatsu sent Ichimaru flying back a ridiculously far distance and caused a great amount of damage to some of the thirteenth division.
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Gin was recovering nicely in the fourth division. He'd already been visited by Ukitake-taichou, Matsumoto, and Izuru. So when a frowning Isane-fukutaichou announced he had a visitor it wasn't hard to guess who it could be.
"Ne, Zaraki, was Mayuri-taichou upset about having to fix your eye-patch?"
"Nah, it fixed itself."
Kenpachi laughed at the expression on Gin's face.
"My zanpaktou got you pretty good," Gin said when he recovered from his momentary surprise.
Zaraki chuckled as he roughly ran his palm over the left side of his face. "Yeah."
Since neither of the captains declared a victory over the other, the rest of Seireitei declared the battle a draw.
A/N; There. It's done! Sorry, I really suck at writing fight scenes. : (
Ichimaru's shikai sounds so extreme when used here. O-o
I figured Mayuri would have enough foresight to make a regenerating leech eye-patch to limit his contact with Zaraki. Imagine a sheepish Kenpachi going up to Mayuri with his sliced up eye-patch in hand. . .
Kenpachi: Oi, can you fix this thing?
Mayuri: What! That's the 10,892nd time this week! Do you think I have nothing better to do with my time than repair one of my many brilliant creations?!?!
Kenpachi: . . .
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Anyway, I promised previews, so here they are, first 007: Days
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It took two days before Yamamoto, the leader of the Gotei 13, was calm enough to decide what to do with Ichimaru Gin, captain of the third division, and Zaraki Kenpachi, captain of the eleventh division. Now that he was calm, he was just plain weary.
"Show me again what happened in the mortal world, Kurotsuchi-taichou."
Mayuri Kurotsuchi, captain of the twelfth division, bowed. "With pleasure.
"Item one: The unprovoked destruction of Soul Society equipment being field-tested."
The screen showed footage of Zaraki crushing a denreishinki.
"Worthless piece of junk!" The image of the eleventh division captain declared.
Mayuri cleared his throat.
"Item two: The rampant, and ill-advised, destruction of the Karakura Golf Course's sprinkler system . . ."
Images flashed on the screen – the sprinklers spraying the two captains with water – their initial surprised reaction – Zaraki hacking off the sprinkler's head, only to have a gusher of water toss him backward, onto Gin.
"Wait," Yamamoto said. "That is the best part. Play that back." He chuckled, the captains of the Gotei 13 were troublesome at times, and their behavior had to be dealt with, but he couldn't help thinking of them as his children. These two in particular were troublesome. Possibly even more so than Shunsui Kyouraku and Jyuushirou Ukitake. Yamamoto shuddered at the thought of Zaraki and Gin attending the Academy at the same time. Not for the first time was he grateful that Zaraki took his captaincy by force rather than procedure. . . . .
End of Preview One
Preview Two: 008 Weeks 1.0
"Thank you for doing this work for Mayuri-taichou," Kurotsuchi Nemu, fukutachou of the twelfth division, looked up at her father's temporary helper. Zaraki looked down at the girl, mild surprise showing on his face.
"When your old man made you, he sure didn't make you like him, did he?"
Nemu blinked at the remark and looked down. "Ano . . ."
"Che, that was what's called a compliment. From what I've seen he doesn't give you any so I'm not surprised you can't tell. Not that I'm too good at givin' them myself." Zaraki finished packing a large wooden crate.
He hoisted it over his left shoulder. "Where does he want this?"
"Follow me."
They walked in relative silence down the sterile halls of the twelfth division. Ikkaku, the eleventh division's third seat, and Yumichika, the division's fifth seat, were interim taichou and fukutaichou while Kenpachi worked for Mayuri. Yamamoto had required Yachiru to go to the third division as Gin's punishment for his part in the real world's golf course incident.
End of Preview Two