Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of the Bleach characters used in this fic. They all belong to Tite Kubo: the genius behind the captivating manga that started it all. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.

This, My Memento

Prompt: One single glove...

A/N: For LJ.

It was fun, watching Kenny and Byakushi go after the monster in the sand. Big clouds of dust were kicked up every time it landed, making her squeal with joy. Kenny always had fun with his fights because it was what he was good at. Still, watching this one bothered her a little. She was trying to hide it, to forget about it, but it made her a little upset when he kept telling Byakushi to "butt the fuck out, you princely prick."

Now, Yachiru, still being very young, had no idea what a "prick" was, but she did know what "princely" meant. She'd read all about it in her storybooks. It wasn't a hard thing to find, really, because every princess had their prince. Unless, of course, it was one of those Grimm fairy tales from the big book that Ikkaku had given to her for Christmas. She really had no idea why those were so great, but she did love stories like Snow White and Cinderella. Besides, if a person acted princely, then they had to be a prince!

So, if Byakushi was a prince, which she was sure he was, then where was his princess?

Yachiru gasped, covering her mouth as the idea hit her: Maybe he didn't have a princess yet.

That made her smile. If Byakushi was, as people said, "on the market," then maybe she could go to the store and beg Kenny to buy him for her. If that worked, then maybe he'd decide that he really liked her. Then she could ask to be his princess.

"Yes!" she cheerd, raising her tiny hands to the sky. "Yes, yes, yes!"

There was a loud boom in the distance, probably from Kenny being so excited, that created another massive dust cloud that moved with the wind. It was nice, really. Yachiru hadn't expected that there would be wind in a place like Hueco Mundo. But maybe it wasn't wind at all. Maybe it was just the air that moved with the blow. Well, whatever it was, she liked it.

Then, out of nowhere, a light-colored piece of cloth came flying out of the sky, heading for the ground. She shot away from her self-assigned post, quickly catching the thing in her hand. If the cloth didn't have that colorful stone in it, Yachiru was sure that she wouldn't have seen it. Further inspection of the object easily made her smile. It was one of Byakushi's gloves, the ones she'd always tried to take or hide when she went to play at his house.

Now, she finally had one.

Even with all the dust covering it, the cloth still smelled like him: Of rain and fresh lilacs. If the rain could smell this way, it would make her the happiest girl alive. Not even Matsumoto, who always seemed to be so bubbly, would be able to outdo her.

It would be hers now, she decided, hugging it close. And if he wanted it back, he'd have to accept her as his princess.