Weakling

Title: Weakling: Chapter 2 – You will always be a Weakling
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: others x Zaraki Kenpachi.
Rating: NC-17. This Chapter: NC-17
Warning: Rape [also forced minor sex], gore and death

Disclaimer: Neither Bleach nor the sexy characters in it belong to me. They all belong to lucky Tite Kubo. Only the idea of this fanficition and some characters [NO Mary-Sues!] belong to me. And, as sad as it is, I don’t gain any money with this piece.


You will always be a Weakling


He sat up abruptly, taking in deep breathes, looking around frightenly – making sure he was still in his room and not back… there. Indeed, he took in another shaky breath, he was here, he gripped his fur blankets tightly, here in Sereitei – this time out of his free will.
Zaraki sighed and laid back down.

He had them often, these nightmares. Although, they weren’t really nightmares – he merely remembered. Always remembered who and what he truly was...

The tall man rubbed his forehead. Like always he won’t be able to go back to sleep – the images were still too fresh in his mind. Slowly he pushed the fur blankets away and sat up. After taking another deep breath he got out of bed, pulled his sleeping kimono tighter around himself and went to his desk. He sat down heavily and looked out of the window for some minutes before he shook his head and turned his attention to the paperwork on his desk.

Hours later.

He was slowly dozing off when he suddenly heard footsteps outside – light and fast. Quickly he got up, threw his paperwork on a pile and dove under his blankets, pretending to be asleep. Not one second too late.

His door was shoved open and a quirky girl jumped onto his back.

“KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!! GET UP!!!”

She gripped his hair and shoved his head further into the pillow.

“RISE AND SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEEE!!! THE SUN IS UP!!!!!”

He groaned and leaned up on his elbows.

“I’m up, I’m up” he murmured and sat up straight – making her fall onto his lap. She giggled happily and looked up at him – suddenly a frown touched her face.

“Ya alright Ken-chan?”
“Huh?” he said and scratched the back of his head. “Watcha mean?”

She shook her head and said nothing – the smile back in place. “Let’s go have breakfast and then train.” she chirped and jumped off the bed.

He followed her lead and stretched once he was up.

“Nah. Ya can go and have breakfast. Gotta fix my hair. We can meet on the training ground.” He muttered and went to his bathroom.
“Nuuu Ken-chan. You’ll get all scrawny if you never eat breakfast.”

He simply waved her off. “I’m a big boy. There ain’t anything wrong with me.” He said and closed the door behind him.

With the frown back in place she watched the door for a moment. He always behaved like that. Pretending to tell her everything and in the end... he dealt with things himself. The little girl sighed and shook her head. It wouldn’t change anything if she worried now. If he wants to pretend she would too, but he should slowly understand that she was not naive anymore. Slowly she made her way to the kitchen.

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He stifled back a yawn.
After he was done with his hair and had a little workout with his people he was called to a Captain Meeting. He’d love to be anywhere else but here. He had no fucking clue what the old fart was talking about and to be honest – he couldn’t care less. Just some other useless fools they had to chase down – not strong enough for him. These hollows? Only interesting when there were many, otherwise they also only bored him. Another yawn he had to hold back. It was time for his afternoon nap, or else he’d be all cranky for the rest of the day. It happened when he didn’t get at least some sleep. The old man still was nowhere near the end though. He could strangle him.

He almost drove out of his skin when suddenly somebody tipped his side. He took a glance to his left and noticed Shunsui smirking at him. He smirked back. That old fool was probably just as bored as he was and like him wanted out of here. Well... he wouldn’t mind helping. Carefully he took a step backwards and then some steps to his left – trying to not disturb Hitsugaya; Tousen was luckily not here anymore to announce them all how he was misbehaving again... – and tipped Shunsui’s side before quickly moving back to his place. The 8th’s captain’s smirk turned wider – Yamamoto was undisturbed. It did not stop them. Quickly the older man took a step back, stepped to his right and poked the other’s side this time. Zaraki bit back a smile before he did the same again. They got faster and faster – poking each other everywhere, when suddenly a loud noise was heard – Yamamoto had hit his staff against the floor, the others were watching them.

“Is there a problem?” the old man asked smoothly and raised one of his eyebrows.
“Umm... we are bored?” That was one thing he liked about Shunsui – always being honest.
“You will stop this nonsense this instant. Move back to your places and listen, or do I have to make you stand in different corners like misbehaving schoolboys?”
“Only if you give us fitting schoolgirl outfits.” The 8th captain said and chuckled.
“Oh kami” the 12th Captain moved his hand against his forehead. “What a horrible image.”
“He is right.” Came Soi Fon’s cold reply, while she glanced at them. “That image...”
“You hear that Zaraki? They say we would look bad!” Shunsui said in a played dramatic voice. “Well it is a tad bit cold for wearing short dresses, but I am sure somebody would warm us up.”
The 11th captain chuckled and shook his head.
“You wouldn’t be cold anyway.” He told his friend. “With the hair covering your body you’d be all warm.”
Kyouraku straight out laughed. “I guess then my fury body should be warming yours, eh?”
“I wouldn’t allow you to...”
They were interrupted once more by Yamamoto.
“Silence! Both of you! Now everybody get back into line!”

Shunsui gave him a wide smirk, winked and moved back into position. Zaraki shook his head and did the same. Well at least they managed to pass some time.

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“Is something on your mind?”
“Hm?” Zaraki turned around to look at the 8th captain who was mustering him. “Everythin’ ‘s fine. Watcha mean?”
The older man simply shrugged.
“I don’t know. You just looked like you were thinking hard over something before I poked you.” He explained.
Kenpachi only shook his head. “Nah – everything is as always.”
“I noticed. This time I only decided to ask you.”
He had done it before? He hadn’t noticed.
“No.” He finally said. “It really is nothing.”
“If you say so.” Shunsui said softly and touched his shoulder. “You should let it out somewhere though. You know – not swallowing everything down. Hmmm start with a journal if you think you can’t tell anybody.” He said softly.
“A journal is for pussies.” Came the gruff reply.
The brownhaired chuckled softly. “Yes, but it still could help.” He said squeezing his shoulder. “Well, I gotta be going before Nanao-chan chases after me again. See ya later Zaraki-chan.”
The tall captain watched the other leave and sighed softly. He’d get a nap now, the rest he could decide on later.

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He sat up quickly – a loud scream stuck in his throat. He took in deep gulps of air and laid back down. After he calmed down again he looked at the ceiling and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Of course – like every night. Sighing he got out of his bed and sat down at his desk – looking at the paperwork.

A journal.

Zaraki sighed once more. It was too risky. What if somebody stole and read it? It was nobody’s business, but his. Maybe... maybe the other one was right though. It could give him some peace.
He should at least try it.

He searched for some empty papers on his desk and looked down at them. How did people usually start this shit? Don’t they introduce themselves first? But how should he introduce himself? The name he used was not really his. His parents? He never got to know them. He had only her and she? The only thing... the only thing he ever got her to tell him was his birthdate...
Yachiru.
He started.

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“But Yachiru!” The boy whined and hugged her knee. “If you know my birthdate then you surely know my name! Who were my parents? Why don’t you ever tell me?”

The woman sighed and kneeled down, clasping his shoulders and looking in his eyes.
It had been seven years now. Seven years since she had run away with Youko-chan. Since that fateful night she hadn’t called him by his name anymore. She has merely called him ‘boy’. She could not decide which name was worthly to be worn by Reichin Sazare’s heir.
Reichin.

Every day the boy looked more and more like his mother. While his older brothers both came after their father, he was completely like her.

“I am sorry boy. You know I can’t tell.” She sighed as she looked into his sad golden eyes. “How about you go and play a little?”
“With who? They all are ignoring me.” Then he shook his head. “I’ll go and treat the garden.” He decided and walked away; not giving her a second glance.

She sat back on the broken, old stairs and rubbed her forehead. Life has not been treating them well. In order to really hide the boy she decided to live with him in a small village. She would never get used to those village people though. Here they did not help each other. Your business is your business and if you, for example, have bad luck with your garden – if your harvest is not enough, then you die alone – nobody would lend you a helping hand. Yet these people loved to come together and gossip, loved nominating a scapegoat, who they blamed for all their failed lives. If she were back at the mansion she would never have talked with such low, back-stabbing humans. But it couldn’t be helped.

“Yachiru. Half of our plants are dead.”

Slowly coming out of her thoughts she looked at the boy in front of her, holding a dead plant in his hand.
The people claimed him to be the scapegoat. Calling him demon and telling him that it is his fault Yachiru was so poor. She clenched her teeth – he always believed them. There have been countless times he told her she was free to leave him behind, that he would understand. Countless times when he gave her his food, claiming how he was not hungry anymore. She was not convinced, she took in the form in front of her, never was.

The boy was small, far too small. His mother, who in her adulthood reached two meters easily, was by far taller at his age. And the boy was so thin – close to starving. So frail and petite with long black hair and big golden eyes.

She sighed and opened her arms. “Come here, boy.”
He did so immediately; dropping the plant, running up to her and jumping into her arms. She held him tightly and kissed his dirty forehead.

“I love you.” She whispered and petted him.
He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch; always enjoying the attention she gave him.
“I love you too.” He whispered and re-opened his eyes to look at her.

The wind was playing with the bells, which were attached with a string to the roof, hanging over their heads. The boy sighed contently.

She looked into his trusting face, stroked down a cheek and held back a sob. Everything was so unfair. He should be playing with his brothers now, talking with his father or cuddling with his mother. Instead he was here. Cursed by village people and fighting hunger.

Yachiru shook her head, leaned down and kissed his hair. “We should eat something.” She suggested. “I am hungry. We will worry about our harvest tomorrow.”
The boy looked up and smiled slightly. “But I’m not hungry Yachiru.” A lie. She could look right through it.
“You have hardly eaten anything yesterday.”
“It’s your food.”
The woman sighed.
“You listen too much what the village people say, boy.” She said softly and stroked his nape. “They are nothing but fools.”
“No.” The boy chewed on his lower lip and looked down at his lap, playing nervously with the edge of his torn kimono. “They are right.” He continued finally. “I’m nothing but a freeloader. I bring you bad luck. You would be so much better off without me.”
She sighed once more and hugged him tightly to her chest. “That is not true.” She whispered. “You are my happiness and you help me so much. You are neither a freeloader nor a demon. Don’t listen to them.”
The boy did not look convinced at all, but also didn’t bother to reply – he just continued to play with his kimono.
“We will eat now. And after that we’ll continue with your writing lessons, ok?”
That seemed to work. He looked up excited and nodded. “Yeah, sounds like a plan!” he chirped. Yachiru smiled down at him, then moved him off her lap and stood up. “Then let’s get going.”

It was their daily life. They would wake up early in the morning, get up and when it rained they would quickly wash. They would train a little – she still had to protect the boy and he should learn to watch out himself too. Then they would work in their garden – trying to save as much as possible. In the evening they would eat something – she always more or less had to make him eat, although she could see how hungry he was – and then she would study with him – just the basics, but it was at least something. Not many here could write, read and count.
Every third evening they would go to the market – try to get some trades done.
It was not easy and by far not as easy as it should have been, but they managed somehow. And that was important.

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“At least we got some bread.” She tried to lighten the mood. They just were on their way back home from an evening at the market place. They managed to get some of their vegetables traded with some bread. It was not much, but at least eatable and filled your stomach.
Both turned another corner, the boy didn’t bother to reply, and continued on their way on the small road through the run-down houses. It was raining slightly and the woman hoped they would manage to lighten a small fire back at their cottage. It was quite cold.

They turned another corner when they saw a dead end in front of them. “Ah look, you have got us lost again boy.” She said and grinned down at him.
“Peh.” He replied and smirked up at her. “That’s all your fault Yachiru.”
She chuckled lightly and pettet his hair. “We’ll try the other road then.” She informed and turned around – just in that moment a wooden bat connected with her head and sent her flying backwards.

“Yachiru!” the boy shouted after he got over his shock and kneeled down at her side – touching her shoulder carefully. A big bluster was located on her forehead, blood running down her face. “Damn.” She muttered and tried to wipe it off. “How could I be so careless?”
“Are you alright?” She could hardly make out his worried face above her – everything was so blurry.

“Now see what we have got here.” A deep voice said. “A baby boy and a whore.”
The boy turned his face to the men who stepped out of the shadows; one of them holding the bat. He stood up quickly and balled his hands into small fists. “What do you want? Leave us alone!”
“Or what?” the man in the middle asked mockingly. He had short, dirty brown hair and a long beard. He was tall and muscled; wearing a stained coat and pants. On the loose belt around his hips he had a small axe.
He stepped forward and smirked. “Or what?” he asked once more. “Or I’m going to kill you.” The boy growled.
Howling laughter was heard. “Y...you” the man managed in between chuckles “You want to kill us?”
Suddenly the smirk vanished and he turned serious. “Don’t joke around, small shit. We are mountain thieves. We’ll kill you with nothing more than our thump.”

“If you are mountain thieves.” Came a stained voice from behind. “Then what do you want here?” Yachiru continued and sat up slowly. She was dizzy and still cursing herself for being so careless.
“Yachiru.” The boy said softly and turned his attention back to her.
“What we doin’ here?”
“Yes, or do you have trouble understanding?”
One of the men whistled.
“You got spine woman.” The boss said and smirked once more. “We have our ‘night out’.” he announced loudly and his men cheered.
“Your... your night out?”
“Yes.” He said and stepped closer again. “Filled with booze and whores.” He grinned. “We already got the booze.” Some of his fellows lifted the bottles. “And you will bring the cunt.”
Loud shouting was heard. Yachiru looked quickly at the boy holding her shoulder, looking at her worried. “Run!”

“What?” the boy asked her perplexed and took a step back – eyes gone wide. He shook his head and balled his hands into firsts once more. “I won’t leave you!”
“Awwwww look at the little hero.” They have not noticed the boss getting closer to them, picking up the boy by the collar. “Leave him alone!” the woman shouted and jumped up – but was immediately smacked to the ground again. “Know your place, bitch.” The man growled “And you stop kicking, small shit. Ya won’t change anything. Wanna know why?” The boy glared up at him. “Cause ya are fuckin’ weak.”
The boy growled.
“A weak little shit.”

“I won’t allow you to hurt Yachiru!” The boy shouted. “I won’t! Got it you big oaf?”
“Yachiru, eh. And what’s your name?” the boss asked, uncaring about the outburst of the other. That one looked at the ground and then back up. “I don’t have a name.” He answered quietly. “No? What do your friends call you?” “I... have no friends.”
The men chuckled.
“Wanna know why?” the man murmured close to his face. “Because you are a weakling. Ya are just not strong enough to be a somebody. And you wanna know what?”
“What?” the boy whispered defeated and swallowed. “I’m going to fuck your Yachiru now. Take my pleasure out of her worthless little body and then I am going to kill her slowly and... you...” he came even closer to the small face. “You will not do anything besides watching, weakling.” He chuckled; did not expect the boy to suddenly shout and kick his nose full force though. Immediately he let the boy fall to the ground, howling in pain and holding his bleeding nose. The men growled, got out their weapons and advanced. Not hesitating any longer the woman picked up her long sword, by far longer than she herself was, unsheathed it and stood in front of her boy.

“Don’t come any closer.” She growled; holding her sword tightly.
“Oh you will pay for that.” The man said, wiping the blood away and wrapping his hand around his axe. “This won’t end nice for you two.” He promised and immediately attacked. Even though the woman was much smaller than the man she did not have problems keeping up with him – she blocked his wild attacks and landed some blows of her own. There was no chance for her to win though – not with the other men starting to attack her too. Yachiru was not able to block all of them and soon was covered in cuts and bruises. She kicked one in the guts and jumped backwards.
“Boy.”
He did not react. He had been mesmerized since the fight started. His Yachiru was so strong. Why was he so much weaker? He had to protect her after all. That was the least thing he could do.
“Boy!”
He snapped out of his daze and looked at her. She was bleeding and panting heavily.
She really was out of training.
“Run away!”
He stood up. “I... I won’t leave you here!” he said stubbornly and took a step forward.
“Don’t argue with m...” She was slammed on the ground by a wall of a man – bones cracking by the impact.

“Yachiru!” he shouted and started to run towards her, but was simply picked up once more.
“Little weakling crying.” A thin man with dead eyes purred in his face.
“I ain’t crying! I never cry!”
The man smirked. “Then watch and cry, weakling.” He said, held the thrashing boy away from him – making him watch the scene.

By now the giant has got up and the boss has taken his place above the cursing woman – sitting on her thighs and pinning her hands to the ground.
“You fucking bastard!” she shouted and bucked under him. “Let go of me, worthless freak.”
The men chuckled and their leader only smirked, gripped her dirty kimono and opened it for his eyes.

The boy shouted and thrashed even more. “Don’t you dare!”
He did not know what the other has planned, but he did not like seeing his guardian humiliated like this. A dread feeling started in the pit of his stomach when he saw the small flinch of fear in her eyes. “No! Nonono NO!”

His shouts were barely heard over the cheering of the men though. The boss by now had spread her thighs and placed them around his hips. He licked his lips and stroked over her quivering belly. “I am going to make you wish you never were born.” He purred down, feeling himself getting even harder when he saw her angry glare. Breaking such a proud creature – it will be so much fun.

“Boss!” “Watch out!” Too late – small fist connected with his jaw. He hardly felt it and looked at the angry boy standing in front of him. A quick glance at the other man, trying to catch his breath, told him that the little one probably kicked his throat.
He smirked.
“Boy! Please run.”
“No.” He said determinedly. “E...even if I am weak. I am not a coward.”
The man’s smirk vanished. “You are weak and not worth my time.”
He moved his hand behind him.
“I’ve got enough of you.”
The boy had barely time to step back when the man’s axe slashed his face.
He howled in pain and held the long, deep gash covering the left side of his face.

“YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU!?!” The woman bellowed and started bucking once more. He let go of his weapon and slapped her face. “Shut up, bitch.” He growled.
Then a smirk once more tugged on his lips. “Men? You wanna fuck something deep and good? Until it shouts, cries and bleeds?”
The men cheered loudly – his smirk became wider.
Tears formed in the corners of her eyes and she slowly shook her head.
“Then fuck the boy.”
When she could hear them coming towards him, could hear her precious kicking and shouting and finally... finally screaming in pain, she closed her eyes and let her tears fall freely.
She had failed.

He was still holding his burning face, trying to hold back tears, when the boss suddenly started his long speech. He tried to understand what he meant. What was fucking? What will they do now?
He had no chance to ponder too long about it though. Suddenly they were onto him.
One pinning his hands above his head – grinning down at him.
He started to shout.
Then two tried to grip his legs.
He started to kick at them – but without much success.
They were not bothered, gripped the limps and spread him widely. He was scared – tried to get away.
What were they doing now?
Then one knelt down in front of him, held his dick in his hand and pushed the boy’s hips up on his lap. The men around them chuckled, some of them pushing their kimonos out of the way; some opening their pants.
With one hard shove the man entered the tight opening and groaned in ecstasy – some of the others did too.
The boy screamed in pain. The burning on his face was forgotten.
He was split in two, never before had he hurt that much. He tried to get away, but the big men were holding him down, he had no chance to escape the one who was shoving his hot, hard flesh in and out of his ripped and bloody hole.
He wanted to die.

Her chest felt so heavy; she barely could take in breathes. The boy she promised to protect was being... being used right next to her. She couldn’t do anything. She took in gulping breathes. She just couldn’t get away and help him – why couldn’t she move? Tears were running down her face. Suddenly she was slapped hard.
“Not playing tough anymore, huh?”
Slowly she remembered again in what situation she actually was – not that it bothered her anymore. All that mattered was next to her – raped like a cheap whore.
She was slapped once more.
“Don’t ignore me, bitch.”
Did the fool not understand that he was not important anymore? That neither she nor him mattered? That only the boy was important. The boy who was...
A sharp pain in her side made her groan loudly. Yachiru tasted blood in her mouth. She looked down on herself – the axe was stuck in her side.
“That will teach you to pay attention.”
She growled and spit the blood in his face.
“What have you done?” she breathed out while he wiped the blood of his with a smirk on his lips “You have no idea what you have done? How could you? ...Why?”
He leaned down until their noses were touching and held her thighs tighter. “Because I am stronger.”
She was just about to bite off his nose when there was another loud scream. She turned her head to the scene next to her. Another man has taken... has...
Tears were running down her face while she watched what exactly they were doing to him. How could they do that? He was innocent – he had done nothing. Why was nobody helping? She took in a shaky breath. The noise they were making – the shouts of the boy... the village people had to hear it! Why were they turning their backs? Were they that scared? Did they hate him that much?

Suddenly her vision became black. She took in deep gulps of air and then screamed.
He let the axe fall next to her... next to her chopped of leg.
“Feels great – doesn’t it?” he said mockingly and picked up the fallen limp. “That will teach you not to ignore a man who intends to fuck your brains out, bitch.”
She could hardly breath – black spots were still dancing in front of her eyes. Her jaw was gripped in a fierce grip and she had to look in his face. Had to look in the face of the man who was responsible for it all.
“Sooo... shall we get goin’?”
“Yo boss?”
The leader snorted and glanced at them. “What?” he bit out.
“I think we broke him.” The tall man said laughing and kicked against the small bundle on the ground.
“Ohhh what a shame.” The boss crooned. “Well then guys – I guess you can watch. But only cuz it’s a special night.” He continued grinning.
The men didn’t have to be told twice. Immediately they sat down next to their boss – waiting eagerly for him to continue.

He grinned down at her – feeling even better when he saw the broken look in her eyes – and entered her in one hard shove.
He groaned and let his head fall back. “Fuck ya are tight ya little bitch. Didn’t let a lot of dicks near ya pussy lately, eh?” he said grinning and shoved in and out in a hard pace.

She didn’t know what hurt more – the pain in her chopped of leg or down there – where he violated her. More and more tears were running down her face while she still tried to catch her breath. But why was she trying? It would be so much better if she just lost her consciousness. Could forget how much she failed; could forget in how much pain she was.

The man let out a shout and moved out of her. She blinked away her tears and looked up. She was stunned – like the men around them. Her sword was between the other’s rips.
“You... you little... you little shit.” The man groaned and looked behind him.
Yachiru could see her boy. His face was covered in blood; especially his left side where the gash was still bleeding. His kimono was askew and blood, among something else, was running down his thighs. His lips were drawn back, even though it must hurt badly, and he growled – holding her sword.

The leader gripped the blade and pulled it out of him, even though the boy tried to let it stay at it’s place. He was not strong enough – especially not now. The man stood up on his full height and pulled the sword out of the boy’s grip.
“I honestly have enough of ya.” He growled and spit some blood on the ground. Then he quickly moved forwards, gripped the edges of the boy’s kimono and picked him up. “Don’t you understand that you are not strong enough?”
“Boy!” Yachiru shouted and tried to get up. It was of no use though. She could only lay there and watch.
The boss walked up to the wall and pinned the small form against it; holding him by his wrists now. “Ya just don’t understand that you can’t change anything.” He whispered against his ear. “Don’t you see how weak you are? Don’t you see that others are so much stronger? You gotta learn something boy.” He said and looked back into his face. “The strong ones make the rules. The strong ones are unstoppable.”
Then he lifted Yachiru’s sword and stabbed the boy’s palms – pinning him to the wall. The smaller form groaned in pain and closed his eyes. He would not give the other the satisfaction to cry. The man smirked and stroked a thump over the long gash on his face. “And now you gonna watch what’s happening to the ones who are too weak to change anything. Too weak to protect. “ He kissed the boy’s forehead. “You are a failure.”

He moved back between the woman’s thighs, sent the boy a smirk and entered her again. He started to move his hips in a hard pace while wrapping his hand around the handle of his axe again.
With teary eyes the boy looked into Yachiru’s broken ones. The man was right – he had failed her.
The leader brought down the axe on her right arm – chopping it off smoothly. She screamed in pain.
The boy’s vision became blurry – everything faded into black.

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At first he hoped everything was just a bad dream. A nightmare. Any moment he’d wake up on the hard, cold, wooden floor with Yachiru wrapped securely around him. But instead of the floor and her warm body he felt the pain between his thighs and face, the hard wall against his back... and rain, so much rain.

Slowly he opened his eyes. It was hard; especially opening his left eye. It was raining heavily by now, but that did not matter to him anymore. Ahead of him laid Yachiru. Her eyes and mouth were wide open; blood running down. She had neither arms nor legs anymore – they were thrown on a pile a little further away. Her stomach was ripped open – her insides laid down around her.
The mountain thieves were gone.

He could feel how a sob started in the back of his throat. He had never really cried before. He believed in exchange – so it all was fair. There was nothing to cry about. But this time... he felt how the tears were running down his face, this time it was different.
He took in deep shaky breathes while he let them run down freely. Then he stiffened his body, pressed his legs and wrists against the wall to be able to free himself. It took long, but in the end he managed to fall on the hard ground. He didn’t care about the pain anymore. He bit the hilt of the sword and pulled it out. He laid still for some moments, trying to catch his breath. After the managed to calm down a little he slowly stood up, picked up the sword and moved to her.
He looked down at his dead guardian; trying to not have a complete breakdown. She would want him to go on though – no matter how much he wanted to just die. He once more ignored the horrible pain and went to look for the sword’s sheath. Once he found it he put it in the kimono belt; which he tied tighter around his body. Then he knelt down next to her and put her organs back into her body. He tied her limps with her kimono belt to her body – hoping it would hold.
After he was done he pulled her with him – it was time to go home.

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He just finished burring her. It was not much – he dug out a hole in their garden, laid her inside and pushed the muddy earth onto her. It still was raining heavily – and she vanished out of his life.
He took in another shaky breath then he gripped her sword tighter. It was so long – almost three times his size, but he decided he would take it with him. It was the only thing he had left of her. That and the 11 bells which were always hanging over their porch – playing in the soft breeze.
He bit back another sob.

He knew he had to move fast now. The village people surely were after him – they of course would blame him. In their eyes he was always the demon.

“And they were right.” He whispered. “Forgive me Yachiru, for not being strong enough.”

He took one last glance at her grave and then run to the woods where he would go into hiding.

He was in so much pain and still bloody, but it couldn’t be helped. He didn’t care about himself anymore, but Yachiru taught him to never give up.

“I gonna be stronger and stronger and stronger...and then find them again.... and kill them.”

Never again did he want to be at somebody’s mercy.