Chapter 2

Jyuushiro, Shunsui, and even Byakuya all moved as one to restrain the slightly mad captain. Rangiku and Captain Unohana went to the 11th squad lieutenant, whom at this time regained consciousness.

They couldn't get Kenpachi to let the woman go....he was now lifting her off the ground; quite a feat since she stood at 6' 1". His face twisted with rage, and Yachiru quickly went over to her Ken-chan, asking him to let go.

Everyone gathered there was in one form of shock or another, all but the men the mysterious woman came here with. "Yummy Man", as the members of the WSA were starting to call him, walked calmly towards the broken travel mug instead of his superior.

This was where Nanao was also starting to pick up the broken pieces. He hunkered down close to her, ( too close in Shunsui's mind), and looking at her, he softly said, " I only need the handle", caressing her hand and continuing to whisper, "a woman with such delicate hands should never touch something like this, thank you. Now you should go to your captain; she won't be happy when she stops playing."

After helping Nanao up, he started to walk to Kenpachi and his still limp superior. All eyes were watching him as he stopped right behind the unconscious woman. "Are you going to stop me from killing her ?" Kenpachi growled.

"Oh, not at all Captain Zaraki, I wouldn't dream of taking her fun away," he replied. Then a hand with a broken handle moved to place it before her eyes, and he softly whispered into her ear, " He broke your favourite mug and spilled all of your tea."

Her eyes snapped open causing everyone to jump. Looking at her mug handle, she then raised her arm, smacking Kenpachi away from her. Staggering back, he finally let go. Scowling, he opened his mouth, but right before he could speak-

"Shit, why my tea. We can't get that kind here, shit. Hunter, do we have any left?", she asked the first man in the row.

"No, Empress, we don't."

"Shit." was her only reply.

After taking the handle from her lieutenant, Empress Luna looked at the beautiful scenery around her. Smiling, she went to Yachiru. "You have grown, young one, and it would seem your protector doesn't like me much."

The usually chipper Squad 11 lieutenant looked down and softly replied, "No, Ken-chan doesn't like you very much at all."

"Ah," was the only comment coming from her lips.

Turning around, she looked at the Captain Commander. Nodding her head, she walked to her men. Brushing her long fuchsia hair back, she smiled. "Well boys, since we're going to be here for a bit, we should make ourselves comfortable," she said before turning her head back to the Captain Commander.

"Empress Luna, it would be an honour to have you and your team stay at the Squad 1 barracks. If you would follow me." Yamamoto turned to walk in his office's direction, leaving the rest of the greeters at a loss for words.

The Empress looked at her lieutenant, and with a small sad smile, she said, "Liam, what did we get ourselves into?"

"But it is a world full of interesting people and pleasures," he returned her smile, " I think we should follow, " he said, pointing behind her.

"Yes, I do think you're right," she said, chuckling as she walked after the aged captain.

After the guests left to follow the Captain Commander, the other captains looked towards Lieutenant Yachiru and then towards the seething Captain Zaraki.

"Shit," Kenpachi mumbled under his breath, "that bitch hasn't changed at all." Closing his eye, he remembered the very first time they crossed paths.

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It was an early morning in the Zaraki district; a man with no name was sitting alone with a blanket for a coat, and his only companion a beat up sword. "What in the fuck am I doing. Why am I here? Fuck, I'm bored." This was all said in his mind.

Then he felt a presence near: powerful, feminine, "A challenge," he thought smiling.

"Wanna play?" she asked in a sultry voice, looking at him.

This was when he noticed her hand resting on the hilt of a sword. "Why not, I have nothing better to do," he said slowly standing up. "Lets play, Pink." An evil grin spread across his face.

"Lets go someplace quiet then, I know of the perfect place," she answered before walking away, her hips swaying with each step.

Now, when Kenpachi called her pink, there was a very evident reason: her hair was long and fuchsia in colour. She had long, well-shaped legs (great for wrapping around a man's body), a generous bosom, full and pouty lips, and eyes you could lose your soul in. In other words, perfect in his book.

They walked a distance away from the Ryuutamashiikai district to a clearing. It was a peaceful walk- relaxed, not rushed, not stressed, just peaceful. Like two lovers enjoying some spare time together. Then she turned with lightening precision and drew her sword.

Kenpachi didn't have a chance in hell to deflect the first blow, he was too stunned by the powerful reiatsu drowning him. She was wild, her movements erratic and unpredictable. Each blow brought him back a step and rattled his bones. She thrust, he parried; she brought her blade down from almost all angles, it took everything he had to block them.

"Impressive," grinned the then nameless Kenpachi, " you're stronger than you look."

"We didn't come here to talk old man, FIGHT!", she yelled.