Yachiru and Nel, Kenpachi and Ichigo
Crayons
"Pass the red please."
"Okay. Can I have the green?"
Kenpachi stared at the crayons that Yachiru had somehow acquired from somewhere in her clothing, and at the large rock that she and the little arrancar child were drawing on. They sat side by side, similar height, no inflections of the prejudice of their kinds visible as they passed the wax crayons between the two.
Such strange children.
"No, Ken-chan ripped his arm off here, not there!"
"Oh, you're right! But Ichigo stabbed him there, not on his shoulder."
"Oh, yeah! Pass the red again?"
Kenpachi shook his head at the scared looking Ichigo.
Such strange, strange children.