A lot of people have been asking me what Kenpachi does as job in this fic, so I wrote this as an amusement and to answer their questions...although it will come up later. Normal action will continue next chapter and I hope you enjoy! XD

"Hey...what do you think he does?"

Ikkaku looked up at Yumichika, his tongue still poking from the side of his mouth in concentration as he worked on the pull-along toy. The other boy had been sitting in thoughtful silence for a while now, and this was probably the reason for it. "What?"

"What does he do, for a job?" Yumichika sat forward slightly, "He must do something."

Ikkaku returned to screwing the wheels back onto the wooden toy, shrugging. "Perhaps he doesn't work. He doesn't go out in the day."

"Then where does he get money from?

"Benefits." The bald headed boy swore softly as the screwdriver slipped, gouging the wooden wheel slightly. "Stop distracting me, look what you made me do."

Yumichika leaned forward to inspect the damage. "It doesn't show, she wont notice."

"She better not" He muttered. Yachiru had been bugging him to do it for weeks, and now that he had finally given in, he wanted to do it well. He did have some pride after all.

They sat in reflective silence for a while, Ikkaku working and Yumichika watching him, shifting restlessly until he couldn't bear it any longer. "It couldn't be benefits." he burst out eventually.

Ikkaku held up a silencing finger, madly twisting the screwdriver for a few seconds until the screw was firmly embedded. "Why not?" he asked, setting the finished toy aside.

"He couldn't keep the three of us on benefits."

"You get more if you have children"

Yumichika looked dubious, "Even so..."

"What do you suggest then, genius?"

"He could be something that retired early, like a wrestler." The boy smiled smugly, obviously having thought this through carefully.

Ikkaku pursed his lips, unable to fault the other's reasoning. Kenpachi was certainly well built enough to be a wrestler, but somehow...Kenpachi in a mask and cape...he shivered and hurriedly dismissed the image from his mind. "No. Definitely not that." He paused. "But I think you're half right; how about a Fireman? They retire early."

They both paused to consider the concept of Kenpachi throwing a little old lady over his shoulder and carrying her from a burning building, or climbing up a tree to save a cat. "You know," Yumichika supplied helpfully, "Some women are really into firemen."

Ikkaku leaned back disgustedly as the other boy snickered. "Too much information Yumichika!"

"A bouncer perhaps?" The smaller boy suggested placatingly. "He could go out when we are all asleep."

Ikkaku wrinkled his nose. "Is he even allowed to do that?"

"What, bounce? Or go out while we're asleep?"

"Go out, you idiot" Ikkaku grinned good naturedly, "Anyway, I've seen him when I get up, he just reads or watches the telly." The two boys sighed at the lack of mysteriousness surrounding the large man.

"Oh! Oh! I have it!" Yumichika grinned broadly as he virtually bounced on the spot. "He could be a secret agent! You've seen him wooing Unohana, that's part of the job!"

"That's just weird... where do you get this stuff from?" Ikkaku tried to look serious, but the thought of the large man's awkwardness around the female social worker, so thick you could almost cut it, had him grinning, and before he knew it both of them were falling about with the hilarity of the idea of Kenpachi as a sophisticated and suave secret agent. "oh man...that's just too good..." The boy gasped as he held his stomach, which was beginning to hurt.

"What's good?" The innocent question silenced their laughter; although Ikkaku was still gasping for breath as Yachiru came into the room.

"Nothing." Yumichika assured her, "We were just thinking about what Kenpachi does for a job."

The girl gave the two boys a blank look. "That's obvious. He was in the army, and they let him finish early because he got hurt. He told me."

Had there had been crickets in the middle of a city, then would have been the perfect time for them to start up their song, but alas the moment came and went with nothing to emphasise the shocked silence in the room. It was only broken when Yachiru noticed the finished toy beside Ikkaku.

"Is it done?" She picked it up and inspected it before concluding that it was. "Thank you!" Planting a sloppy kiss on the boy's cheek she skipped out, hugging the toy closely.

Ikkaku turned to look at Yumichika, who was looking as mortified as he felt. "It was so obvious..."

Yumichika coughed. "I still preferred secret agent."

If I could draw I would so love to make this into a little cartoon...*sigh*

Reviews are always appreciated...especially during exam time! :P