Kenpachi and Yachiru in 50 sentences

Taken from my fanfiction.net account, Das Nebel.

I do not own Bleach, because if I did, I'd be fucking rich by now.

50 Sentences (Kenpachi + Yachiru)

Cookies

If there was anything Yachiru loved more than candy, it was cookies, but she loved her Ken-chan a little more.

Death

Inseparable though they were Kenpachi knew one day they would have to part, because death was such an unpredictable thing.

Blood

It may have been her favorite colour, but seeing him laying there in a pool of blood, she found herself liking it a little less.

Flowers

She could still clearly remember the day Ken-chan gave her flowers; it was her birthday and he had felt she should get something nice, even though he said they 'were killing his nose with their smell', she knew he went through a lot of trouble to get them.

Hair

"Ne, Yumichika, who the fuck puts bells in their hair?"

Chocolate

Even though he hated the sweet tasting concoction, he never could say no when she offered him a piece of her chocolate bar.

Inebriation

Drinking with Kyouraku was always an experience; watching the drunk man stumble and fall flat on his face as he attempted to get his hat back from the giggling child never ceased to amuse him.

Loyalty

"I'll never leave Ken-chan…he gave me a name, so the least I can do is stay by his side!"

Despair

Staring at the small tombstone, he finally began to feel the emptiness consume his shattered soul; his pink-haired fukutaicho was gone.

Time

"We can stay here as long as we want; we got all the time in the world."

Sakura Trees

Although he would never admit it, he rather enjoyed the peace and quiet he felt sitting under the Sakura trees.

Lies

"Ken-chan never lies… he would never lie to me…"

Truth

Yachiru never had to worry about getting the truth out Kenpachi, he always told her in the end.

Temptation

Kenpachi felt the childish temptation to take a marker and draw on the sleeping Kuchiki noble's face growing with each passing moment; and that's exactly what he did, he'd blame it Yachiru later.

Monsters

Even though she was old enough to sleep in her own bed, she still needed Ken-chan to scare away the monsters.

Needles

No matter how many times she's been to the 4th Division, Yachiru did not like getting needles – and continually made that point by trashing the examination room every time she saw one.

Greed

He wasn't a greedy person, but whenever she was near, he felt he could be just a little bit greedy, because there was just something about her smiles that made him want them all for himself.

Firefly

Watching the fireflies dance in the sky, Kenpachi felt a little more at peace.

Boys

Yachiru knew she would never be able to go on a proper date; Ken-chan kept chasing away all the boys.

Guilt

He knew it wasn't his fault, but he still couldn't help but feel a little guilty that she got hurt.

Dream

Curled up next to him on his futon, giggling madly in her sleep, he couldn't help but wonder what the hell she was dreaming about.

Music

" B YACHIRU TURN THAT SHIT DOWN, IT'S MAKIN' MY EARS BLEED /b , damn kids and their 'Justin Timberlake'," Kenpachi made a mental note to kill whoever the fuck that was.

Strength

If anything, Kenpachi Zaraki was strength personified in the eyes of the 11th Division, especially to Yachiru.

Falling

Falling was never good, especially since it hurts once you stop and no one is there to catch you.

Sickness

Groaning, Kenpachi rolled on to his side, hoping to feign sleep in order to avoid the 4th Division mother hen, Unohana.

Hope

The glimmer of hope in her eyes when she begs him for candy, never fails to suck him in.

Laughter

He'd never admit to this either, but he loved to hear her laugh.

Goodbyes

Goodbyes, she decided, were always the hardest, especially when saying it to a dying old friend.

Snow

Kenpachi hated snow, mostly because Yachiru kept putting snow down the back of his shihakusho.

Leaves

Leaves, she mused, are persistent things; they die in the winter but keep coming back in the spring, only to die and come back again.

Storm

Kenpachi couldn't but laugh as she cowered under his Captain's haori, she never did like storms.

Heartbeat

Whenever she had trouble sleeping, even as a baby, she would lay her head on his chest, and let the beating of his heart lull her to sleep.

Bells

Why he even bothered putting bells in his hair always confused Yachiru, because he looked just fine with or without them.

Dark

Being alone and in the dark was the worst possible thing for a young child; that was why he couldn't just leave her there in the blood and darkness.

Poison

Kenpachi learned the hard way not to provoke a Hollow that looked like a snake; its poison was just as deadly as a real one.

Light

Before she showed up, his life was meaningless, and then she came along and brought light into his world.

Heartache

The one thing Kenpachi couldn't stand was seeing her so heartbroken, over a boy no less; he swore he would kill the bastard for ever hurting his little girl.

Winter

Kenpachi liked winter because it meant Yachiru would be outside most of the time; the only downside was when she decided to pelt him with snowballs as he would leave the building.

Pink

All the death-filled glaring in the world would never stop the laughter, as he walked into his Division with bright pink bells, and a giggling Yachiru trailing behind him.

Sarcasm

"Oh yes Taicho, I just love it when you beat me into a bloody, pulpy mess, all the girls like a man with a disfigured face!"

Victory

Staring at Kurosaki's lifeless body, he knew he had won, the boy fought well, but then why did his victory feel so empty?

Defeat

Defeat was something foreign to him; he was so used to winning, but that Ichigo kid was more powerful than he looked, which was why Kenpachi needed to get stronger in order to beat him.

Summer

Kenpachi liked summer for only one thing; it gave him a reason to take Yachiru out for ice cream, a treat he particularly fond of, and if you tell anyone, he'll kill you, or at the very least beat you to a bloody pulp.

Promises

"Promises are easy enough to make, it's keeping them that's so damn impossible."

Question

Never in all his years, did Ikkaku blush so strongly when his fukutaicho asked him that one dreadful question an adult never wanted to hear from a kid; "Hey Panchinko-head, where do babies some from?"

Comfort

(1)When it came to comforting a crying child, Kenpachi was about as expert as a monkey with a pipe wrench doing brain surgery.

Rain

Yachiru loved the rain, it was pretty to look at as it fell from the sky, but what she loved most was the mud it made, hence why everyone stayed indoors when she went out to play.

Sex

Staring innocently at the bald man, Yachiru wondered if she somehow broke him when she asked how babies were made; he was blushing and stuttering like a mad-man as he explained something called 'sex'

Fear

Despite all her bravery, Yachiru was still afraid of being left alone.

Smile

Despite the fact that he was a strong, intimidating man, people couldn't help but smile when the saw the little pink-haired baby peeking over his shoulder.

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Needles

This a Transformers drabble from my fanfiction.net account (I will be posting more from that account). Just a cute, funny little idea that popped into my head. Just gave it a few tweaks here.

Needles

Sam wasn't sure if this was a common trait among every species in the universe, or if it was only restricted to sentient beings, but apparently this little trait affected giant robots as well. It was amusing, yet understandable at the same time, which was why he didn't outright laugh when he had witnessed it happen. That, and he probably would have been squished or flicked by some humiliated, ticked off Autobots.

They hated needles.

How did he know? Well, for one, he was there to witness the Autobots literally head for the hills the moment Ratchet stepped into the docking bay of their new base with several robot-sized needles in tow. Even the great Optimus Prime and fearless Ironhide ran out of there like bats out of hell.

Sam really would have laughed if he hadn't felt some sympathy for them. He hated needles as well, and those were some big frakkin' needles the medic was wielding.

Up until that point, he didn't think robots even needed to get booster shots, but apparently they do, and hate it just as much as humans. Learn something new every day, huh?

And so there they had been, all rounded up by Ratchet through some coaxing (read: threatening), getting their shots and not liking it one bit, but it was either get the shot or be painfully dismantled and reassembled as a toaster.

Sam also had to wonder; did every medic have to have such an evil smile?

Alone in The Forest (Flash Prose)

She sits alone in the forest, on a dark and stormy night, waiting. She has been waiting for so long, so very, very long. Every night she sits in the forest and waits. For what or whom does she wait for so loyally, night after night? She is waiting for someone, yet no one at all. The one she waits for is silent and swift. She never knows if he visits her at all, for she cannot see or feel him around her. But sometimes, just some times, she can feel that he is near. She doesn’t know what he looks like, smells like, and feels like, for she has never met him. Yet here she waits for him, night after night. No one understands why she waits so intently for someone she has never met and who never shows up. She will know when he is ready to reveal himself to her, she would tell them. Still, they did not believe her, tried to convince to return to the warmth and safety of the house. So many times she had refused to return; so many times she had escaped when they tried to lock her in. She always got out. Eventually they stopped trying; left her to wait in the cold for the unknown stranger she was so intent on meeting. Madness, they said, she wasn’t right in the head. Madder than a hatter.

The storm raged on, pelting her with its icy cold rain, yet she did not move from her spot on the grass beneath the old pine tree where she always waited. She was soaked to the bone, her dress clinging to her small frame, her sight blurred by thick gobs of water. But still she did not move from that spot, didn’t even flinch. He would come tonight, she was sure of it. She could feel him nearby, he had to come! She wanted to meet him. She wanted to see this stranger that haunted her every waking hour, ask him why he did so. Through the storm, she heard a faint sound. It was getting louder, and louder, and soon it was louder than the storm! The thundering sound of the hoof beats of a horse drowned out the storm. It was an unearthly sound, for it to overpower the sound of the storm. It was him! He was coming! Immediately she sprang up like a lithe rabbit, excitement coursing throughout her body. Calming herself, she gingerly walks out from under the tree, from what little protection it had offered.

The sound was getting louder, so loud she almost had to cover her ears it was so deafening. She did not. She did not want to look like she was afraid, lest he stop and turn away from her. For a long while, she couldn’t see anything, yet the horse’s gallop sounded as though it was right in front of her. Why was he taking so long? She closed her eyes. Perhaps he was toying with her yet again. She could not tell if she was crying; the cold rain ran down her cheeks and numbed her face. Suddenly, the noise stopped and she opened her eyes. And there in front of her, was a beautiful black stallion with a golden bridal, and a fine leather saddle with gold stirrups. Upon the stallion was a tall, cloaked figure, hood drawn over his head. Wordlessly, he reached out a black gloved hand to her. She took the hand, and with swift strength and gentleness, he pulled her on to the stallion, seated in front of him. They were oddly dry, the stallion and its rider, she was soaked- had been soaked, she was dry now, yet they were completely dry. She marvelled at the magic for a moment, before trying to peer under the hood of the rider. Silently, he put his gloved hand on her cheek (warm, it was so warm) and shook his head. She was not meant to see his face. He took up the reins, turned the stallion, and kicked him in to a gallop once more. Off they rode, deeper in to the forest, never to be heard from again. It should have frightened her you know, if she had thought to look back, for under the pine tree, she had left her body. A frozen, wet, empty shell.

Long Forgotten

Underneath frozen skies of grey,
Forgotten dreams lay
Where had I gone wrong
To leave them for so long?
What were my dreams?
I can’t remember well it seems
The skies were once so warm and bright
Now I feel I have lost my light
Once, I dreamed to write
To share with others my light
But somewhere along the way
They grew wings and flew away
I’d give anything to have them back
My soul feels like it should crack
I need my muse, the inspiration
To come back from her vacation
And take her place by my side once more
So I may create world galore
And bring back my light
To end this darkest night.

What does Love mean to Me?

A while ago, a friend named Alan asked the Junkies on Scott Sigler's site to write and essay of which we had to choose from three topics to write about;

What does LOVE mean to Me?
What does LIFE mean to me?
What does FRIENDSHIP mean to me?

The topic I chose was what Love means to me. I'm ashamed to say it came out rather short after I had such a long, hard time trying to figure out just what to write. My friend JP posted his in his blog Somebody's Dad, so that got me to decide to post mine here as well.

What does love mean to me?

Love means waking up in the morning knowing you’re not alone in this world.

Love means sitting together drinking coffee, happy and content with each other.

Love means having the best conversations without even saying a word.

Love means that out there, somewhere, some one cares about you.

Love means a lot of things to me, a secret smile, an inside joke between friends, giving or receiving a hug for no reason at all other than wanting to do it. What love means to me is having people who will always be there by your side, even if they can’t physically be there with you. Love means a lot of things, some of them are hard to put in to words. But I can say this; love means I’m alive.

Even though I disliked how short it was, I still sent it in. Because like the others who sent theirs in, so many that are longer than mine, I put my heart into what I was trying to say. I've always been told that as long as someone can see that you've put your heart into it, they'll know you've tried your best. I can only hope that people can see that I did indeed try.

Fictional Heroes

I'm sure every one of us has that special hero from the land of imagination. Be it from a cartoon, a book, a movie, or a comic, there is always a favourite. Especially when you're just a kid. I think every one can remember their first hero, hence the phrase 'childhood hero'. A lot of people have Batman, Superman, Spider-Man, etc, as their first heroes. My childhood hero was Zorro. There was a live action show that ran in the early 90's that I watched every time it was on, with out fail. There is just something about a costumed man jumping in to save the day- in my case, a black-clad masked man on a black stallion doing fancy writing with a rapier.

I watched that show religiously. And if I remember right, this was the first I've ever had a crush on. And the fact that he had a horse made him all the better in my books at the time. Because being a four year old girl at the time, horses were the greatest thing ever to me. And pretty much every other little girl.

And like with every other hero, there was a bad guy and damsel in distress.

For every hero, there is always a villain, and always a damsel in distress. Stereotypical, and quite cliche, but let's face it; it makes for a good story. For kids, every thing has to have a happy ending, preferably with as little bloody violence as possible. As you get older, those kinds of stories become too boring, so you move on to others , gradually getting darker. Sure, there are happy endings for darker stories, but they a few. Increase the violence as you get older, and almost suddenly, you just can't read a story with out thinking how much some good ol' fashioned bloodshed would make it more interesting.

Yet, despite the stories getting darker, your love and devotion for the hero remains the same. You always want him to save the day, you always want him to get the girl.

Sure, you may gain new favourite heroes over time, but you'll always remember your first. They just pretty coagulate in to a single group of all time favourite heroes. Mine grew in to Captain Planet, Tuxedo Mask, Son Goku, Sherlock Holmes, Harry Potter, Artemis Fowl (though, really he's more of an Anti-hero), etc. I'm sure you have a ton of heroes too. Even though you and I have never met, are totally different people, we have one thing in common; we both have heroes. Be they real life heroes, or the fictional kind, one thing always stands true; everybody needs a hero.

Weddings

Weddings. Something every girl dreams of ever since they can remember. And who wouldn't? You pretty much get to be a princess for a day; wearing a beautiful gown, have a beautiful cake, wonderful food, and all your friends and family surrounding you as you celebrate that special day. Some can be extravagant galas, others can be simple get togethers. Either way, it's a celebration.
Last weekend, my cousin Chrissy had gotten married to her boyfriend of 13 years. They have two girls between the ages of five and ten. I don't them often enough to remember their ages. It wasn't a huge thing; the ceremony and reception took place in the same room. The small bridal party consisting of two bridesmaids; a friend and Chrissy's eldest daughter, the Flowergirl; the youngest daughter, and two groomsmen. The groom danced down the aisle, his mom and dad on either side of him, arms linked. He wore a tuxedo, but with his own personal touch; lime green shirt, lime green hankerchief, and lime green running shoes. Personally, I really liked it. I love it when people try to do something a little different.



Next came the bride and father, dancing down the aisle to 'I Gotta Feeling'. Her dress was a simple white gown with lace straps, her hair was nicely done up with a tiara to top it off.

The ceremony was conducted by a friend of the family. Unfortunately, I don't have a good picture of the exchanging of vows and rings, but it was very nicely done. After all was said and done, bride and groom moved to the other side of the room where their table was. Everyone talked, the bride and groom then walked around the room to each table, talking to everyone. An hour later, supper was served. Short, sweet, and to the point. It may not have seemed like much, but family has the sense of keeping things simple and making the best of it; we like things to be short and sweet and to the point.

The cake was simple yet pretty, as you can see at the top of this post. Unfortunately, camera was not well charged, so I don't have more pictures. I'll have to get them from my aunt, and maybe post them on my flickr account. The father-daughter dance was beautiful; Chrissy ended up crying when she said she wouldn't! My parents and had left early in the evening, but when we left, everyone was having a grand old time. We had stayed long eneough to see the cutting of the cake. All in all, a very nice wedding.

All that aside, I have to wonder; am I the only girl who doesn't dream of what their wedding will be like? Personally, I don't ever see myself getting married. But what I want to know is; What's your dream wedding? And, if you're already married, what was your wedding like?

Guess you can say curiousity killed the cat here!

Idiocy knows no bounds

I usually avoid getting on to topics of religions and beliefs, but sometimes it just can't be helped.

You know, it amazes me how far some people will go to deface the theory of evolution. It's all a matter of opinion really, but really, some Creationists are just too damn idiotic about it. I accept the theory of Evolution, but it doesn't matter to me if you follow Creationism; to each their own I say. I won't go telling you it is wrong, so don't go telling me what I accept is wrong.

I'm only bringing this up because of a Facebook fanpage about evolution that I'm a fan of. It just amazed me that some people would become a fan of the page just so they can argue that evolution is wrong and the people who believe are devil worshiping heathens. I don't know if the Evolutionists from the page I'm a fan of joined the opposing fanpage to argue that Creationism is wrong; I honestly want nothing to do with it. I know I'm probably going to get a lot smack for posting this, but hey, I'm stating my amused surprise. Amused, because some of the hate that I read is just pure idiocy. I accept evolution because I find it to be sound logic; science has proven time and again that things evolve, for better or for worse. And before anyone asks; I'm Agnostic, formerly Protestant. Church really held no sway over me even back when I was Protestant.

Ending this before I get on true rant. Evolution, Creationism, its all a matter of belief and opinion, and I respect that. Just don't go shoving what you believe to be right down my throat.

A little intro

Well hey there! Fancy meeting you in a place like this.

Hello, my name is Vanessa, and like you, I'm just an average, every day person (very little is 'girly' about me, so why put 'girl'?) I can't guarantee I'll always have something to blog about; I got this blog mostly so I have a place where I can just write reviews on things, or just what's been going through my mind.

And yes, I realize there are other places I can do something like this, but by posting here I can pretty be sure to have people other than my friends read whatever craziness I spit out. I will give you a warning though; I have a tendency to curse quite a bit, even more so if I'm doing a rant. Other than that, I'm just a happy, fun-loving kind of person, and I thank for taking the time to read this crappy little intro of mine.

As I've said before, I can't guarantee regular posts, so I don't know when my next one will be.

Thanks again :)