JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2013 11:40:39 GMT -5
Kenpachi rolled her eyes at the Captain's melodramatic nature. "Stop being a little bitch," she mumbled, "because I won't be insta-best friends with you." His charm may have worked on other Shinigami, but Kenpachi was wary of all who tried to befriend her. Most of her friendships were spawned from her initiating them. People were often too intimidated to bother trying with her. She did have friends, though. In and out of the Eleventh. In order to be constantly surrounded by someone, she was able to befriend even someone who was weak and stood for everything she hated.
Kenpachi let out a quiet yawn and felt her body becoming heavy. "Asking for death? That's..." Within a few seconds, she began snoring. Though she could handle copious amounts of liquor, the combination of tea and bourbon was a nice sleeping aid. And so without much more notice, she found herself encased in dreamlands.
3:04 A.M.
Forestry surrounded her, as it had for the better part of an hour. She was young and still under the tutelage of the black-skinned clan outside of Rukongai. She could hear the cries of the man who saved her when she was first brought to Soul Society, and she ran toward it. But the thickets of grass and trees never stopped. Soon, a blackness began creeping behind her until she finally realized she was being chased.
Darting into a clearing, she arrived home to her adoptive clan and watched as their bodies burned and breathed smells of burnt flesh and smoke. Their charred figures were strewn across buildings and clothes lines. She stood and stared in awe until the shapeless black blanket wrapped around her, and her vision was lost.
Kenpachi snapped to a sit, her eyes opened wide. Her body was covered in a thick sheen of sweat, her tank top completely soaked through. She panted and stared at a figure against the wall, hidden in the shadows. The sight caused her to scurry off of her bed and against the opposite wall, hands fumbling for a weapon.
