Hello everyone here is the third installment please enjoy. The theme is Yachiru and her thoughts/time with the squad and Kenny.

Titled: Play Battles

Blood and muscle

Pink and black

That was the day

She opened her eyes

A sight he struck

Corpses piled high

The taint of the dead

Drifting on smoky currents

He was there

Tall and yet young

Strong

She was there

White and a cyanide smile

They clashed and you watched

Young and so far from

Understanding

This connection

These feelings

He carried you from the ashes

Rose from the ground

Where cyanide lay

Time has passed

Will pass

The tinkle of bells

Marks it

Just as every new battle

The fierce warrior

Made of cyanide

Is gone

Or rather hiding

But you ignore that

In the favour of him

On his shoulders the world is

Yours

Ours

You think with a smile

A playground of people and figures

The squad that has grown on you

Grown on him

Become a family in it's

Bloodshed, and fighting

You are content in the

Training

Fighting

Feeling of being alive

Shared with the bells ringing on high

The feel of reaitsu thrumming

Paved streets

You tease and play

With all

Lead him on endless chases

Towards each new fight

Because he won't lose

Can't lose

Not with you beside him

High above the others

With the silver of bells beside you

Zaraki Kenpachi

The man who

Bequeathed you a name

Gave you a spirit

In turn

You named him well

And showed him light

In darkness

Together the game goes

On

Just as the battles begin

And end

I hope you all enjoyed see you in the next poem.