Post by Krysta on May 8, 2015 15:19:27 GMT -5
The first most significant memory was when he fist met her. Dark hair, dark eyes, paler then a hollow, and skinnier then a stick. In fact, she had looked sick, very terribly sick. And at the time, he had almost turned her away right then and sent her to the sixth squad when she applied for a position in his squad. Long thing legs, tiny arms, carrying around her Zanpakuto on her back, the thing was three quarters her size! And when she would hold it with nimble fingers, he always expected her to fall comically forwards due to how heavy the blade must have been. But seeing as she did beat one of the lower seats for their chair, he accepted her whole heartedly. In fact, her tininess and the fact the zanpakuto was huge, even silly looking, was what gave her the advantage. Quick movements to speed out of the way of an on coming attack at the last minute, her tininess hard to hit, her zanpakuto packing a wallop with each swing! He felt she would be better suited for the ninja squad. But her lust for battle made her prefect for squad 11.
The second most significant memory he held dear was when he had taken her into battle with him in the land of the living, to beat the shit out of some hollows for fun! She had been like a cat, quick, agile, flexible, and always landed on her feet. Seeing her take out hollows by hordes proved she used her zanpakuto wisely, and as any, real good fighter would, as an extension of her arm. And, he most certainly didn't forget when, after the battle was over, how those deadly, nimble and soft hands wrapped gaze around his chest, using the up most care for her captain but having the same roughness any hardened fighter would have. He remembered feeling sappy when she finished the last knot on the wrappings and held the urge to grab her hands and kiss each tip of her fingers, each knuckle, the backs and palms of her hands just assaulted with kisses. But him being, well... Kenpachi, captain of the 11th squad, he masked it well and instead congratulated her on her fighting skills and pat her on the back. He had made sure to promote her seat rank immediately that day!
The third most significant memory was when he had completely lost Yachiru. She wanted to go to a BIG city and to a BIG city they went. Coincidently, Shadow, he could say her name over and over all day long like a creeper and never get tired of it!... Had some family in the city and happened to be visiting. When he finally found his little girl she was sleeping in Shadow's arms. And albeit her zanpakuto, like always, dwarfed her, and the top of her head only reached the center of his chest, she looked like a full sized mother, cooing Yachiru to sleep with songs of promise and egotistical princes the princess beat the shit out of for killing her pet dragon. Needless to say, he very much liked that image, and not only that, Shadow was Yachiru favorite female.
The fourth most significant memory was during the captains ball. Each captain had to choose five people from their own squad to attend with them, Kenpachi normally only brought three, but now, it was four. Ikkaku and Yumichika could do whatever the fuck they wanted, Yachiru was a must to take with him, and lastly... his Shadow. When he had started thinking of her as his he didn't know, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her the entire night while she wore that beautiful outfit. It was also the fondest memory of their first dance, both of them having two left feet made it aggravatingly funny. But the kiss was wonderful.
All those memories of her were his favorite, and now... now he had another to add. Laying in the bed with the covers over them, his face buried in her hair as he breathed in her wonderful scent. Their bodies were slick with sweat after what had happened moments ago, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. He made sure her back was pressed possessively against his chest this time, his arm drapped around her just as possessively, albeit very gently. The little minx needed to be careful, captain of squad six's orders. And sadly, when Shadow would sway her hips a certain way, and could whisper unmentionable things in his ear, her breath so hot, he couldn't help himself but please her and give her what she wanted. But after today, he was putting his foot down, hearing her breathing softly in sleep, his large hand rubbing over that large seven month old baby bump, he was content, and battle just didn't compare to all the new memories that would come.
The second most significant memory he held dear was when he had taken her into battle with him in the land of the living, to beat the shit out of some hollows for fun! She had been like a cat, quick, agile, flexible, and always landed on her feet. Seeing her take out hollows by hordes proved she used her zanpakuto wisely, and as any, real good fighter would, as an extension of her arm. And, he most certainly didn't forget when, after the battle was over, how those deadly, nimble and soft hands wrapped gaze around his chest, using the up most care for her captain but having the same roughness any hardened fighter would have. He remembered feeling sappy when she finished the last knot on the wrappings and held the urge to grab her hands and kiss each tip of her fingers, each knuckle, the backs and palms of her hands just assaulted with kisses. But him being, well... Kenpachi, captain of the 11th squad, he masked it well and instead congratulated her on her fighting skills and pat her on the back. He had made sure to promote her seat rank immediately that day!
The third most significant memory was when he had completely lost Yachiru. She wanted to go to a BIG city and to a BIG city they went. Coincidently, Shadow, he could say her name over and over all day long like a creeper and never get tired of it!... Had some family in the city and happened to be visiting. When he finally found his little girl she was sleeping in Shadow's arms. And albeit her zanpakuto, like always, dwarfed her, and the top of her head only reached the center of his chest, she looked like a full sized mother, cooing Yachiru to sleep with songs of promise and egotistical princes the princess beat the shit out of for killing her pet dragon. Needless to say, he very much liked that image, and not only that, Shadow was Yachiru favorite female.
The fourth most significant memory was during the captains ball. Each captain had to choose five people from their own squad to attend with them, Kenpachi normally only brought three, but now, it was four. Ikkaku and Yumichika could do whatever the fuck they wanted, Yachiru was a must to take with him, and lastly... his Shadow. When he had started thinking of her as his he didn't know, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her the entire night while she wore that beautiful outfit. It was also the fondest memory of their first dance, both of them having two left feet made it aggravatingly funny. But the kiss was wonderful.
All those memories of her were his favorite, and now... now he had another to add. Laying in the bed with the covers over them, his face buried in her hair as he breathed in her wonderful scent. Their bodies were slick with sweat after what had happened moments ago, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. He made sure her back was pressed possessively against his chest this time, his arm drapped around her just as possessively, albeit very gently. The little minx needed to be careful, captain of squad six's orders. And sadly, when Shadow would sway her hips a certain way, and could whisper unmentionable things in his ear, her breath so hot, he couldn't help himself but please her and give her what she wanted. But after today, he was putting his foot down, hearing her breathing softly in sleep, his large hand rubbing over that large seven month old baby bump, he was content, and battle just didn't compare to all the new memories that would come.