A/N: 1) Umi, there's no way Mayuri could be sexier than Zaraki, cause yeah... Kurotsuchi-taichou is kinda hot when we don't see him in that freaky uniform.... but I STILL say Zaraki's hotter!
2) Ichigo is NOT yours, Khayma. He belongs to Umi and me. I'm locking you in the Library's Resting Room when I have the chance, you IRRITATING FREAK SPECIMEN OF NATURE!!!
3) Completely off topic, I make it a point to state again that Dante is mine, Shyam... And I declare war because you CANNOT be married to him, not when my BOYFRIEND is willing to roleplay Dante for my sake.
4) Zaraki is hot. Believe it. Or Yachiru will come after you...
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Whispers... Sometimes the night whispered to her, bringing back memories of her sister, Hisui. Kamaitachi Ryorin sat on the roof of the Eleventh Division's barracks, clutching at a jade around her neck, eyes staring blankly at nothing. The still emptiness of the night tormented her, seemingly loud and deafening though there wasn't a sound to be heard. Shaking, she pulled the cloak she had wrapped herself in closer around her seemingly small figure, and immedieately loosened it again in disgust. Dammit! Why was she shaking all because of a nightmare? Hisui's death had been real.. she had been the one to cause it.. but it was over now! She couldn't turn back time, so why was she so affected? Growling, she tore savagely at the jade at her neck and threw it as far out as she could, watching as it landed somewhere in the Eleventh Division's gardens.
She had expected to feel a bit of relief, but strangely, it didn't help at all. If anything, she just felt empty.
A tiny whisper of wind was all it took for Ryorin to be alerted of an intruder, and she leaped aside, barely missing a stone that had whizzed at her head. Rage mounting at the culprit, she began to unsheath Tsume, when a very irritated Zaraki appeared in front of her, holding her broken jade. "Dammit, gal... This yours?" he snarled, rubbing the back of his head. "Did'ja hafta fuckin' throw it right at t'spot where I was napping? Ain't nice t'get hit when yer sleepin', I tell ya."
"Sorry, taichou..." Ryorin muttered, looking anywhere but at the broken jade in his huge palm. "Won't happen again. Promise."
"Hn." Zaraki closed his fist around the two halves of stone when he saw that she wasn't going to take it. "What's wrong now, gal? Ya look wasted."
"Ain't nothing, taichou." Ryorin dropped back into her sitting position. "It's too damn quiet, that's all."
"An' it's about t'get quieter." Zaraki glared and sat as well, giving an almighty yawn. "Ya better not make a sound, ya hear me? One peep outta ya an' I'll toss ya into a cell fer a day."
"Whatever."
"Ch. Watch yer mouth too." Zaraki stretched out and after stashing the Jade away in a hidden pocket, closed his eyes to resume his sleep.
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It wasn't as tormenting as before.
Ryorin realized belatedly that she could breathe easily now that her captain was nearby. Zaraki's eight-foot stature seemed to scare away all the voices that had been whispering in her ear since she woke up shaking... and talking about that, she wasn't even shaking now.
No, she had lasped into a somewhat better position, her tensed muscles relaxed. Ryorin sighed and smiled to herself. It was comfortable to have Zaraki's presence around. His silent strength and presence indirectly fueled her will to dismiss her fears, to throw them away to the wind. And then she realized, Zaraki was always there to lend her a bit of his strength, no matter where they went. Be it napping in the shadows with one leg propped up and zanpakutoh against his shoulder, or simply stretched out on a roof, his silence was always comforting to her, and it made her feel better in ways she hadn't known.
Ryorin chuckled and stretched out as well, cuddling against her taichou's broad back. Screw not disturbing him. Screw getting thrown into the lockup. She just wanted his nearness now.
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The next morning, she woke up in a bed, covers pulled warmly to her chin. Stretching and sitting up, she yawned and scratched her head, noting that the sun's rays were shining brightly through the bars of her cell. Her broken jade had been repaired, and sitting next to it was a box of sake bottles and a scribbled note.
Oi gal,
I did warn ya, didn't I? Yer gonna spend t'day in here. I got yer stone fixed by that sick guy... what's his name again... yeah... Ukitake. So celebrate and drink till yer drunk. If ya get bored, Madarame's in the next cell, wasted. He'll know how t'get t' ya.
Zaraki Kenpachi
Ryorin smiled and laughed, picking up a bottle. "Here's t'ya, taichou... fer being t'best taichou in t'world!"
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