A Shinigami Valentine

"You can't catch me!" Yachiru laughed happily, running through the large, yard stretching behind Captain's Zaraki's quarters. A wide porch wrapped around the rear of the house, overlooking the yard. A tall, stone wall opposite it, enclosed the yard and protected it from the prying eyes of the rest of the Sereitei. Akina ran after the small, pink-haired girl. She was fast but Yachiru was much faster. She tore up the porch, disappearing into the house.

"You're not getting away." Akina laughed, chasing her. They'd been playing for hours. First, they had played house. Yachiru insisted she be the mother and had convinced her to make them cookies. After a flour fight, they'd managed to get the sugar cookies into the oven. While they were baking, the two of them had played dress up. Now sporting mascara, lipstick and an unnatural amount of rouge, Akina had served them tea and cookies. While eating, they had discussed Kenpachi's love of fighting and how Yachiru was only truly happy when he was. She talked about the day they had met, how he had rescued her and their life together in the wilds of the Rukongai. Akina had listened, slowly growing closer to the pair. They had been through so much. Her respect for the man grew, the more Yachiru happily described their life together. The cookies
only seemed to give the wild child more energy. A game of tag followed. A game of tag that Akina kept losing.

She burst through the open door, trying to reach Yachiru before she reached the safety of home base...the couch. As she moved rapidly from the bright sunlight to the dimly lit interior of the house, shadows rushed at her. Suddenly the shadows became the towering figure of Kenpachi Zaraki. Akina collided with him. She struck his solid, unyielding body hard and bounced back.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded, grabbing her by the shoulders to steady her.

"Hi!" she said breathlessly, pleased to see him.

"Ken-chan!" Yachiru called out from the couch. He ignored her, focusing on Akina.

"I've been lookin' all over for you, sugar. I went to your quarters...to Division 7..."

"I've been here with Yachiru since the meeting." Akina explained.

"I wish I'd known you were here waitin' for me, sugar. I'd have been back a long time ago..." he whispered, kissing her softly. Akina sighed, feeling the irresistible lure of the man pulling her in. She reached out for him but they were separated by Yachiru before she could make contact. The pink-haired tyke stepped between them, physically parting them.

"No, Ken-chan." she snapped. "Akina's playing with me today. We made a deal."

"She's right." Akina said with a smile as Yachiru took hold of her hand and led her away. Zaraki watched them with a confused expression.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he snapped, turning with them as Yachiru led her towards the couch.

"She promised to play with me all day long. That was the deal." Yachiru said happily. Akina laughed.

"Chizu tried to get me kicked out of the Shinigami Women's Association. Yachiru, as president, offered me a deal to let me stay in the club. It's a pretty good deal too."

"So you came here to play with Yachiru...not to see me?" he growled. Akina shrugged.

"I was hoping I could do both."

"Come on. Let's color!" Yachiru said, pulling Akina closer to the couch. Decorating the floor directly in front of the long, comfortable looking couch were numerous drawings colored by the girl. Most featured Zaraki fighting with his opponent covered in blood. His trademark hair, eye patch and grin were easily distinguished in the crayon drawings. Yachiru pulled Akina down to the floor with remarkable strength for one so small. Then she lifted a piece of paper from the top of the pile of blank pages.

"There you go! You can use any of the colors you want except red."

"What's wrong with red?" Akina asked, reaching for a yellow crayon.

"I like to draw Ken-chan fighting!" she explained, resuming her drawing of a picture of a man with a sword through his chest.

"She uses a lot of red." Zaraki said thoughtfully as he laid down on the couch behind her. Quiet settled back over the room as the two of them colored silently. Zaraki closed his eyes, apparently napping. Akina focused on drawing a picture of a tall tree beneath a bright yellow sun. Yachiru leaned over.

"I like the birds in your picture but your tree should be bigger. It should be really big...like Ken-chan." she said spreading her arms wide to demonstrate.

"Okay...got it...big like Ken-chan." Akina laughed, setting the paper aside. She stretched for a new sheet of paper. She felt her hair catch on something. She glanced over her shoulder as she sat back down. Zaraki was absently running his fingers through her long, wavy hair. He caught her by the hair and pulled her back until her head lying next to his on the couch. She felt his hot breath on her cheek as he softly said,

"What kinda deal do I have to make to spend some time with you?"

Akina turned her head until she found herself eye to eye with the him. He was grinning wickedly.

"What have you got to offer?" she teased. His grin widened.

"I got a few things that might interest you." he offered. He bent his head forward, kissing her.

"Ken-chan!" Yachiru complained, throwing her head back against the couch in frustration.

"No kissy-face!" she insisted.

"Sorry." Akina muttered, sitting up. She could feel the heat in her face. He had such a strange but wonderful effect on her. Yachiru took another piece of paper with a grunt of displeasure that reminded Akina of Zaraki's. As Akina focused on the drawing, she could feel Zaraki's hand in her hair again. She felt him slide his hand up her back and onto the nape of her neck. Her hair completely covered his smooth action so Yachiru didn't notice. She felt his fingers lightly trace circles in the sensitive skin at the back of her neck. It felt amazing. Her heart beat quickened and her breathing hitched sharply. How could such an innocent touch cause such an incredible physical reaction? Akina tried to concentrate on the picture but everything seemed to center on his warm fingers dancing across her skin. She wanted to lay back against him and feel
that touch over every inch of her body. She closed her eyes, her crayon still on the page, enjoying his teasing touch too much.

"Are you falling asleep?" Yachiru snapped suddenly.

"What?" Akina asked, her eyes blinking open. "No, I was just relaxing!"

"Pay attention." Yachiru insisted.

"Yeah, pay attention." Zaraki growled from behind, smacking her on the back of the head with the same hand that had been so gently kneading her stress way only moments before.

"Yes, Captain Zaraki, sir." she hissed, sliding forward out of his reach. She started back to her coloring.

"Yachiru, is that a picture of a lake you're drawing?" she asked, noticing the large blue circle that dominated the page Yachiru was drawing on.

"Nope," Yachiru said happily. "It's an eye."

"An eye? Of what? It's huge." Akina laughed.

"A dragon!" Yachiru announced proudly. "He's so big all I can fit on the paper is his eye!"

"What's that black and white thing down in the corner of the page." Akina asked curiously.

"That's Ken-chan! He's killing it." Yachiru explained. She heard Zaraki chuckle.

"Ken-chan must be really strong." Akina noted with a smile.

"He's the strongest!" Yachiru replied. Akina laughed, reaching for a new sheet of paper. Her fingertips barely made contact with the paper before she felt her obi cut into her waist as Zaraki pulled hard, easing her back against the couch.

"Finish what you started. You're wasting paper." he ordered her as his hands found their way into her hair once again.

"Ken-chan likes to order people around." Akina noted quietly as she felt him easing the back of her kimono up.

"Of course he does, silly." Yachiru laughed. "He's the captain!"

"Right!" Akina laughed, feeling oddly comfortable with the pair. She sighed, feeling his rough fingertips slide lightly over the small of her back. His hand moved lazy circles under her now loose obi tie, up her back to just below her shoulder blades and back down to top swell of her bottom. It was a sweet, sensual movement that made her ache for more. Without realizing it, the crayon slipped from her fingers as she raised her head and arched her back slightly. She knew that she should stop him. It was only going to frustrate her. She couldn't act on the lustful feelings he was stirring in her. She flinched slightly in surprise more than pain as he lightly raked his fingernails down her back. He knew exactly what he was doing, she thought as his hand moved to her waist then inched up to the curve of her breast. She leaned back against the couch as his fingertips grazed her hard nipple. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. She wanted him so much.

"Yachiru, why don't you go get that book Yumichika bought you and have Akina read it to you." he said quietly. Yachiru's head came up.

"You mean the fairytale one?" she asked.

"Yeah, the one with all the princesses in it." he said. Akina could hear the desire in his voice. He was trying to get her alone.

"It's not here. Yumichika won't let me keep it here because he says I'll color in it." she snapped.

"Go find him and make him give it to you. Tell him I said to." he insisted, slowly teasing her nipple with his rough fingertips. Akina bit her lip to keep from gasping out loud.

"Okay!" Yachiru agreed easily, jumping up and running from the house. Zaraki's hand disappeared from her breast as he moved quickly to his feet. He caught her by hand, pulling her to her feet.

"Come on. We got maybe ten minutes." he growled, dragging her to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" she cried out as he pulled her inside the small room. The door closed behind her. The next moment, he grabbed her roughly around the waist and pinning her against the wall with his body.

"I need to be inside you, Akina." he growled, kissing her neck and jaw. His hands moved up over breasts, teasing her nipple through the fabric of her shirt.

"We don't have time..." she gasped, running her hands over his chest.

"Yumichika went to the hospital to visit Hisagi. It'll take her awhile to find him." he whispered, claiming her mouth with his while his hand moved from her breast to slide down to the opening in the side of her hakama. His hands reached the flesh of her upper thigh then inched between her legs.

"Oh god!" she groaned as his fingers slipped between her wet folds. She instinctively hiked one leg up around his hip, giving him more room.

"I think you mighta missed me, sugar." he said with an evil grin. She silenced him with a passionate kiss, pressing her soft body against his rock hard frame.

"You make me feel so damned good..." she whispered, teasing him with quick, hungry kisses accentuated by playful biting and licking. She slide her hand down the front of his hakama. A deep, animalistic growl sounded from deep in his throat as she massaged his bulging flesh.

"Were you really looking for me, Kenpachi?" she asked breathlessly, freeing the ties of his hakama to ease her hand inside. His skin was burning hot as he thrust his hips up to meet her.

"I told you I'd find you, sugar." he growled, ripping the fabric of her kimono in his eagerness to get to her breasts.

"What if Yachiru comes back, Kenpachi?" she moaned as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. She arched her back up to him, wanting more.

"That's why we gotta hurry." he hissed, bending his head to her now bare breasts. She pawed at
his kimono, needing desperately to feel his flesh beneath her fingertips.

"Take it off." she demanded. He stepped back from her, quickly untying his obi and pulling his kimono off. He stood before her, nude except for his shoes and socks. The sight of his bare, muscular body sent a wave of heat rushing through her body. Suddenly, she didn't care if Yachiru returned. She didn't care about anything but him. She stretched up, kissing him passionately. Her tongue sought his. She wanted to taste every inch of his mouth. He pulled back slightly, needing air.

"I love to see that look in your eyes, sugar." he growled, biting at her jaw.

"You got too many clothes on, sugar." he growled, pulling her hakama ties until the black cloth tumbled to the ground.

"Kenpachi..." she moaned softly. He groaned, resting his forehead against hers.

"When you say my name," he whispered, "It...it does something to me..."

He jerked her close, pinning her against the wall as he kissed her deeply. Her shirt fell open. Their bare skin met, her nipples rubbing lightly against his chest. His hands slipped under her rounded bottom, lifting her up. Akina wrapped her legs around his hips. Their bodies slipped into place. It was an incredible feeling, hard yet soft, pushing against her most sensitive places. Her body twitched. An incredible hunger filling her. She wanted him so much.

"I don't know what you do to me, Akina. I get close to you and all I wanna do is fuck you." he whispered harshly as he slipped inside her. She moaned softly out as he eased forward, stretching her body. She was already close. He felt so good. She pushed up against him, wanting more...needing more.

His body trembled as he struggled to control himself, pressing down on her slowly then easing back only to push in a little deeper.

"I can't...I can't ...hold back!" he growled, thrusting his entire length deep within her. She felt him slam hard against her deepest wall. Her cry of pleasure mingled with his guttural groan. Her body shattered in a sudden climax. She clawed at him, pushing up, taking all of him as he thrust wildly. She was lost to the tumultuous sensations blinding her, overwhelming all her senses. If the world ended at that moment, neither would have taken notice. They were alone, lost to the wild passion that bound them. Zaraki cried out, one final thrust taking him over the edge. He exploded inside her. She clung to him, riding the wave of his desire.

Slowly, heart racing and breaths ragged, her senses returned. He was laying heavily against her as if his legs were too weak to support him. His head rested in the curve of her neck, his breath hard and gasping. Akina held him loosely, her hands running lightly up and down his back.

"Kenpachi..." she whispered. He raised his head, meeting her gaze. "I've missed you today..."

He smiled. It wasn't his usual dangerous, wolfish smile but one of pure pleasure.

"I missed you, too, sugar." he whispered, kissing her deeply. He lifted his head slightly to kiss her chin, her jaw then moved teasingly down her neck.

"You know this is crazy, right?" she whispered, leaning her head back against the wall, enjoying the moment. She could feel him, still inside her, growing hard again.

"Yeah, ain't it great!" he chuckled, his breath hot against her neck. He sucked on her ear then whispered,

"You ready to go again, Akina?"

"Yeah....always with you...." she sighed, her body coming alive under his gentle ministrations.

"That's what I like to hear!" he whispered, moving slowly, in and out of her body. She moaned and arched her body up towards him. He responded by quickening his pace. She could feel his need, his desire for her. It was radiating from him, mingling with his spiritual energy. She wondered if he'd ever tire of her but then decided it wasn't worth worrying about. She didn't want to think beyond this moment, this wonderful, incredible moment. She was his and he was hers. Nothing else mattered.

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