I do not own Bleach, If I cannot buy Naruto, how would I be able to buy Bleach?

If I did own it, there would be a lot more Yaoi and Shounen-ai.

Mwah-ha!!!

;D

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Kenpachi inevitable divides his life into two parts.

'Before Yachiru' and 'After Yachiru'.

And if pressed he would kill you on the spot, but later admit to himself that he vastly preffered the 'After Yachiru' category.

Before Yachiru was a time shaded in grays, where the only thing that mattered was blood; how much was on his blade, on him, on his opponents. How much he could spill before passing out, either from bloodloss or exhaustion.

He was sick of grays. The only color that existed was the blood falling from his wounds, others' wounds, and his blade.

And, for just a moment, when his sword bit into a person and their eyes went lifeless, the world lit up in crimson. A single flash, for a single second, lighting his world in a bloody passion.

He craved that flash, that brief spike of color, like a drug.

Kenpachi never like to think on those days, the time when he was Nameless. Even he felt a tingling of shame when he thought of the things he had done. He had not discriminated on who he killed, just as long as he found that beautiful color.

It was after having fought in a large-scale forest battle, and being the only one to survive, did he see the little girl crawling on the ground.

Kenpachi immediately knew that this little girl was his to protect, and that he would never let anything happen to her.

Her hair was pink.

Not gray; pink!

And though it wasn't crimson, it wasn't a bloody sign of his crimes, it was color.

She crawled toward him, looking so fragile and utterly breakable. She reached out a tiny hand to touch the graying blood on his blade, and immediately his world was filled with colors as she laughed at the crimson staining her fingers.

Blue sky.

Green grass.

Brown dirt.

And pink hair.

Kenpachi breathed in the scents of the flowers and death.

Then he did something that sealed their bond.

He named himself the greatest fighter. The one you could cut a thousand times and he will never fall. With the surname of the district he awoke in. He named her after the person he respected most. Yachiru. With the surname of the district he found her in.

The Flower and Death.

They were opposites, and they completed each other.

And in that sky, there were seven clouds.

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I just love these two, they're so ickle.

The Game.

You've just lost it.

-evil laughter-