Different Perspectives

Warning Yaoi which means boy x boy so don’t read if you don’t like.

AN: This is a request from riokali and is Kenpachi/Kira. Not sure how long/short this will be and it is a totally different universe from my other writings. Here you go riokali. Oh and for the sake of this fic I’m taking some liberties so any thing that seems off from canon is probably intentional or I couldn’t find any different and I improvised. This fiction will be mainly Kira centric and will contain eventual lemons. Enjoy and please review so I know if you guys are liking it.


Different Perspectives

Chapter 1

Izuru Kira stood with his mother and father in the small dress shop in the Rukon district 4. This district mainly consisted of shops with goods directed primarily towards the wealthy or noble. As the only son of Ayumi and Yuji Kira, Izuru was raised in a doting and loving family. His father, a minor noble, spent a great deal of his time as an advisor to other noble families in the affairs of money. Yuji Kira had almost a golden touch when it came to finances and was able to keep his family living comfortable as a result of his gift.

Having just reached his twelfth year, Izuru dug his feet in at the thought of the boring life of the noble. He wanted action and adventure as most boys that age do. All of his friends agreed that when they came of age, they would all join the Shinigami Academy and become powerful shinigami. They spent lazy afternoons in mock sword battles and missions. None realizing that the glamour of a shinigami was only on the outside. The death and horror of the life of a shinigami was unknown to them.

Walking out of the shop, Izuru passed the time watching the patrons of the various shops and vendors. Naturally shy, except among his close friends, Izuru preferred to remain in the background while others took the spot light. He found that such a view allowed him to see things in a different perspective from others.

Loud shouting drew his attention from his reverie. Glancing down the street, he noticed several men wearing a ragged yukata and brandishing weapons, antagonizing the patrons of the streets. It was unusual for such men to be seen in this part of the Soul Society. Izuru made his way cautiously down the street to find out what the commotion was about. His curiosity drew him towards the small teahouse situated at the corner of the busy street.

“What the fuck do you mean we can’t come in? Our gold is just as good as anyone else’s.” shouted one of the men, as he poked a finger at the proprietor. The man simply shook his head and raised his hands as he attempted to reason with the men.

“You are disturbing my other customers, I’m sorry but you must leave.” the small rotund man was sweating profusely and fidgeting nervously. These were dangerous men and if he wasn’t careful he would end up injured or dead. A slender man with a thick black beard drew his weapon and pointed it at the proprietor. Izuru gasped at the action. It looked as if he would kill the man in front of all these witnesses and not bat an eyelash. Izuru was so intent on the goings on that he didn’t notice anyone come up behind him. A hand settled on his shoulder and startled him, causing him to cry out. Looking behind himself, he saw his father watching the events transpiring and with a frown. Stepping forward, Yuji attempted to reason with the vagabonds.

“Sirs, you don’t want to draw such attention to yourselves in such a public place. Please I think you should leave this district, since your presence is disturbing others. Please be honorable and leave before things get ugly and we are forced to call one of the patrols.” said Yuji.

The men looked at Yuji and laughed loudly. Izuru’s father wasn’t a huge man. He was slight of build and wore his blonde hair long and tied at the base of his neck. Dressed in a simple yet elegant kimono, Yuji didn’t present a daunting figure. A dark twinkle sparked in the bearded man’s eye. He grinned, showing yellowed teeth, and nodded to his men. The group left with only a few grumbles. Yuji breathed a sigh of relief. The proprietor of the tea shop bowed with thanks. Yuji just nodded to the man and made his way back towards Izuru. Ruffling his son’s short blonde hair as he passed, Yuji walked back to where his wife was waiting, her eyes frantically searching his body to ensure there were no injuries.

“Yuji, why did you do such a thing? You could have been killed. Men like that are dangerous.” she cried as she buried her face in his chest. The blonde man simply rubbed her back gently and murmured soothing words to her. Izuru looked on his father with amazement. His father had stood up to those men and they had backed down. In his eyes, his father was a hero.

“Izuru, never think that the only way to solve issues is at the point of sword. There is a time and a place for the use of weapons.” said Yuji as he patted his son head. Izuru nodded and grinned to his parents. That those huge men obeyed his father sent pride into the young boy. He hoped to be strong one day, just like his father.

“Yuji, lets go home. I don’t think I can take anymore excitement.” said Ayumi as she lifted her head from her husband’s chest. Yuji looked down affectionately at his wife. Though their marriage had been arranged by both their parents when they were still young, they had grown to love each other very much. Ayumi had suggested the arranging of a marriage for Izuru but Yuji had opposed it. Though their marriage had resulted in love, many of his friends were trapped in loveless marriages where the individuals barely tolerated each other. He did not want that for his son. He would support his son’s decisions on a spouse. Laughing to himself, he didn’t figure he had to worry much of his son lacking in admirers. Even at twelve, his son already showed promise of wide shoulders and a lean slender build. While they had walked to the dress shop earlier, he couldn’t help but notices several young girls blushing as he walked past. His son would definitely not lack for companionship. His gentle personality would see to that.

Assisting his wife into the small carriage, he settled himself beside her. Izuru was practically overflowing with admiration for his father. He watched his father as he spoke quietly to his mother. He had never considered his father brave but now he saw that bravery was more than the power to wield a weapon. His father had stood up to those men. The carriage jerked as the servant spurred on the horses into a canter, heading out of Rukon and into a nearby forest. Their home, a small modest estate, an hour or so ride by carriage from the bustling shops, at the very edge of Rukon district 4.

The gentle sway of the carriage lulled Izuru into a doze. He couldn’t wait until he could talk to his friends and tell them all that had happened in town. He was so glad he had taken his father up on the invitation of a ride into town. The sudden stopping of the carriage jarred the boy out of his doze. It was far too early for them to have reached home so soon. He glanced up to see is father opening the carriage door to investigate the early stop.

“What is the meaning of this?” he heard his father shout outside the carriage. Izuru stood quickly but his mother grabbed him and pulled him down beside her. “Be quiet.” she whispered and drew her son closer to her bosom.

“You horned in on our little fun earlier. So we decided that we would have a little fun with you.” came the harsh scratchy voice of the leader. The leader stepped forward and pointed his katana at Yuji’s throat. The door of the carriage was ripped open and Ayumi and Izuru were pulled unceremoniously from the interior. Ayumi cried out in terror and Izuru struggled in the harsh grip of the hands that held him.

“Let my family go!” cried Yuji as he turned to run towards his wife and son. The cruel man slashed out with his sword, cutting across Yuji’s back. Blood spattered across the forest floor. Yuji collapsed, crying out in pain. He could only watch in horror as his lovely wife was pushed to the ground. Ayumi screamed out in terror. Izuru freed himself from the grip of the marauder and threw himself on the back of one of the men attempting to rape his mother. He clawed and scratched at the man. Roaring in pain for the nails digging into his scalp. The man threw Izuru to the ground. Raising his katana, the man was about to slash at Izuru.

“Hold.” said the leader, his hand raised. Walking over to where Izuru was sprawled on the ground. The man knelt beside him. “What have we here? You think you can save your family as you are? A weak little kid.” The leader began to laugh, his putrid breath making Izuru want to gag.

Izuru spat in his face. The man retaliated with a back hand blow. Izuru head whipped to the side. Turning back to face the man, his eyes blazing, Izuru noticed the dagger wedged in his belt. Grabbing the weapon, Izuru slashed across the man’s face, leaving a jagged red slash across the bridge of his nose. Blood spilled across his face as the cut bled profusely. The leader reared back with a yowl and clutched at his face. Turning back towards Izuru, he kicked the knife from his hand.

“Be careful of the bull boy, least you get the horns.” growled the leader as he kicked his foot into Izuru’s stomach. The man continued to kick Izuru, Ayumi screaming in the background. Izuru cried out but the beating continued until the darkness claimed him and he lost consciousness. For a long time Izuru floated in the black nothing, the screams of his parents falling on deaf ears. Slowly, consciousness began to seep back into him.

Opening his eyes slowly, Izuru heard only the sound of fire. Smoke drifted around him. Slowly pulling himself to his feet, his body screaming in agony, Izuru took note of his injuries. He knew his left arm was broken, as was more than one rib. One eye was swollen shut and his lip was busted. Clutching his broken arm to his chest, Izuru let his gaze survey the area. The carriage was burning and the horses were gone. His good eye continued to scan the carnage. His eye settled on the body of his mother. Her face was beaten beyond recognition and her lovely kimono, a gift from Yuji for her birthday the previous year, was ripped and torn. It was obvious that she had been raped repeatedly before her throat was slit. Lying near her was the body of the old servant who had driven the carriage. Tears welled up in his eyes.

“Father?” Izuru called out over the pain both physical and mental. Where was his father? Staggering away from his mother’s body, unable to look on her any longer, Izuru continued to call out to his father. A low moan drew his attention. There, leaning against a tree sat his father. He was bleeding heavily from a stab wound in his abdomen.

“Father!” Izuru cried out as he collapsed on the ground next to his father. His breathing shallow and pained due to the broken ribs. Clutching at his father’s robe with his good hand, Izuru buried his face in his father’s chest. Yuji reached up and ran bloodied fingers through the hair of his son.

“Izuru, listen to me.” Yuji whispered to his son. “I haven’t much time left but I want you to know that I love you and your mother and I will watch over you. Don’t let the events of today to cloud your life. There is a reason for everything.”

“Father, please…don’t leave me alone.” whimpered the boy. Clutching at his father, Izuru felt the hand that was rubbing his hair to go limp. Looking up he saw his father’s eyes staring off into nothing. Crying out in agony, Izuru collapsed on the ground next to his father. His body no longer had any strength and his heart felt like a dead heavy weight in his chest.

The sun began to move slowly across the sky, Izuru simply laid on the ground next to his dead father. His body hurt to much to move, so he lay there his eyes seeing nothing and his soul crying out in agony. The fires of the carriage had died down and the thick smoke from the embers floated up towards the sky only to disappear in the atmosphere. Izuru closed his eyes as the pain became to much. Was he to die here too with his father and mother. His body hurt too much to be dead. He heard faint shouts in the distance but didn’t bother to raise his head. If it was the marauders returning to finish off the survivors, there was nothing he could do. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a hooded man kneel beside him. The cloak he was wearing was a shimmering green that seem to catch the light of the setting sun and hold it within the fabric. He could not see the face of the stranger but for some reason he felt no fear. Perhaps it was that he had just seen his family murdered or that he was severely injured. Somehow, the hooded man brought a sense of comfort to him. Gentle hands smoothed back his hair and glided over his cheeks with a touch so light he could not be sure it was even there.

“Do you wish to continue on?” the voice asked. It was neither a harsh voice nor a gentle voice. It was, however, the type of voice that demanded you listen. It was neither old nor young but it seemed to hold immense power. This voice comforted him and wrapped him in a blanket of security. Perhaps this man was a priest or clergy man. Closing his eyes at the touch, he allowed his mind to drift.

“Answer, do you wish to continue on?” asked the voice again, this time with a firm undertone, drawing Izuru back from the call of the darkness. The shouting in the distant was getting louder. The question was vague but Izuru understood exactly what was meant by it. Izuru found he couldn’t speak, his lips moved but no sound exited from them. ‘Yes, I want to get continue living so I can get stronger.’ his mind screamed. The cloaked man laughed. The laugh seemed to radiate through Izuru’s soul.

“Then find me and I will teach you what you need to be strong.” the man answered and stood as if to leave, his robes billowing around him.

“Wait, what is…your name?” asked Izuru his voice barely an audible whisper. The man turned and bowed his hooded head, his robes fluttered around him on the breeze. He almost seemed to glow with untapped power. His body faded and disappeared all together.

“Wabisuke.” answered the voice, though nobody was there. The name burned itself on Izuru’s soul. It seemed to radiate through his entire being. Izuru felt his eyes growing heavy the dark oblivion was pulling at his consciousness again.. A warm hand pressed against his neck.

“Someone is alive over here!” a voice shouted. That was the last thing Izuru heard before the darkness claimed him. The voice of the stranger echoed through his head. ‘Wabisuke….I will find you… and you will teach me all your secrets.’

XxXxXxXxXx

Blue eyes opened slowly and glanced around the room. White walls, white bed linens, even a white bedside table were the sights that greeted the eyes of the blonde boy. Looking down at his body, Izuru noticed his arm was in a white cast and the various cuts and scrapes that decorated his body has been dressed. His ribs hurt,…a lot, and it hurt to even breathe. For a moment he wondered what had happened to him to put him in this kind of shape. Then the memories of his father and mother trickled in. Tears welled up in his eyes. A small sob escaped and echoed through the bare room. The door to the room creaked open and a lovely woman with long midnight black hair braided around her neck into the front of her black uniform. She wore a white haori over the black kimono. Her eyes expressed compassion as she gazed on him.

“Where am I?” Izuru whispered to the woman. Walking up to the bed, the woman settled herself on the chair beside the bed.

“You are in Division Four infirmary of the Gotei 13 in Seireitei. A patrol squad came upon you and your parents and brought you here for treatment.” she said with a gentle smile. “I am Captain Unohana of this division.”

“Izuru Kira.” said Izuru, his blue eyes filled with unshed tears. He knew his parents were dead. He had seen them and yet…he had hoped that this was all a bad dream. That the monsters that had slaughtered his beautiful mother and skewered his noble father had been only a figment of his dream. Lying back against the pillow, Izuru turned his face from the captain and stared off into the blank white wall. He didn’t know what he could say to her. That he was too weak to save his mother from being raped and murdered. That he had watched his father bleed to death because he had been unconscious and unable to help him. No there were no words to describe what he had seen and he prayed she would not ask.

“Izuru, there is nothing I can say that will ease the pain. But I can ease your physical suffering some if you will allow me.” came the gentle voice. Her voice calmed him much like that of the mysterious stranger. Izuru looked at her and nodded. Laying tiny hands on him, they began to glow with a faint blue light. He began to breathe easier as the pain in his ribs subsided and the ache in his arm dulled. Lifting her hands from his body, she smiled again. “The identity of you and your parents was taken from the emblem on the remains of the carriage. Your family elders were alerted and will be arriving soon to take you home and give your parents a proper burial. There has been no success in locating the bandits that did this. I am sorry.”

“Thank you for caring for me, Captain Unohana.” whispered Izuru. The captain smiled and patted a hand on Izuru’s shoulder. Silently making her way out of the room and leaving Izuru once again to his own thoughts. Izuru tried not to dwell on the recent events but he found that it was all he could think about. His mind spun over the horror that he had witnessed and yet still his mind couldn’t wrap around the thought that it had really happened. A knock on the door brought him once more from his thoughts.

Standing in the doorway were two servants. Both bowed respectfully. “Please allow us to assist you in dressing. A carriage and cart are here to take you to your uncle’s home.”

Izuru felt a surge of anger towards his uncle. It appeared that his uncle couldn’t be bothered to come himself to pick up his injured nephew, nor the bodies of his sister and her husband. He had never had much love for his mother’s brother. The man, heir of his family, had gone through nearly all of the family fortune since he had taken over at the death of his parents. Izuru’s own parents had been trying to help the ungrateful man recoup some of his lost wealth with little or no success. Izuru curled his lip in disgust at being sent to that man’s home. Sighing, Izuru allowed the servants to help him dress and was promptly lead from the hospital room towards the exit.

The lovely Captain Unohana was standing at the exit. Izuru stopped and bowed respectfully towards her. The captain smiled and handed Izuru a bag containing a few vials of pain medication should he need it. Izuru smiled back, though it did not reach his eyes. He did hope that one day he could meet the lovely captain again and thank her properly for what she did for him. Her kindness was like a beacon in the darkness.

Stepping into the carriage, Izuru watched as they loaded wooden crates onto the back of the cart. He paled slightly, he had no doubt in his mind that those crates carried the bodies of his mother and father. A hand on his shoulder gave him a focal point to bring his emotions back under control. Looking behind him, he saw the servant offer a look of pity and he nodded to the man. Settling his back against the threadbare cushion, Izuru closed his eyes and prepared for the ordeal ahead, his mind still carrying the thought of how he would find the mysterious Wabisuke.

TBC