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Reaching Out
By : Lady1Venus
Category: Bleach > General
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Reaching Out
Part 1
Summary: After being wounded in battle, Kenpachi finds himself in the care of a single human woman who runs her parents ranch outside of Karakura Town. The worse part of the situation, Kenpachi doesn’t seem to remember who or what he is. KenpachixOC
Author’s Notes: Commissioned for a good friend of mine.
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Being bloodied and bruised, Kenpachi Zaraki made his way slowly through the trees. In his right hand, in a tight grip, was a sword, the only thing that really saved his life. However, there was one thing that kept running through his mind. Who was he and why did he have a sword? He was also wondering in why he was dressed in black robes with a white tattered haori? Of course he had more questions, which were confusing him, but that didn’t stop him from carrying the sword, considering it was the only thing that saved his life. He continued on through the woods, trying to find… find what? Help? Daylight? Whatever it was, he continued on.
For hours he travelled, getting weaker as he went from loss of blood. He was suffering from a concussion, a broken arm and a very large gash in his left leg. With the severity of his leg, it was causing his pace to be extremely slow cause due to limping. With that, the movement of the muscles were causing much irritation to the wound, making each step he made painful.
It was nearing the break of dawn when Kenpachi found himself in a field surrounded around a wooden fence with a wooden structure several yards away. A little further from the structure was another one with large windows, indicating a house of some kind. From him walking all night in the forest made him wonder how he made it through at all without running into trees. In the forest, it would have been near impossible to see.
With a groan of pain, Kenpachi made his way towards the nearest building. With his fading strength, he knew he wouldn’t have been able to make it to the house. With the slow approach to the closer structure, noise of animals was heard. Perhaps he could get help after all. If there were animals in the building, which he deduced as a barn of sorts, that meant the other building housed an occupant and that occupant would no doubt check on their animals soon enough and find him.
Getting inside the darken building, the sun was now just beginning to crest the tree line, he stumbled around, trying to find a place to rest. It took him only a few moments to find a vacant spot in a corner. His body then collapsed against the hay that was on the ground. Blackness was quick to take over his body before even hitting the hay. Unfortunately for him, it was the worse time for him to black out. Just as his body hit the hay, the barn doors opened, shining in the morning light of the rising sun.
At the entrance to the barn was a young woman with black hair, pulled back into a high ponytail. Dressed in green baggy clothing, her bright blue eyes shone like a beautiful summer’s morning. A happy smile graced her lips as she turned on a light to look at the twenty horses she had in her stables. Though the sun was able to shine through the door opening, it wasn’t enough light to view the entire barn, at least not yet anyway.
Each horse had an owner who lived in Kurakura Town. The horses were prized winning horses, used in horse races and other type horse related events. However the owners had no place to keep their horses and instead, rented a spaced from the woman, Selene Heartz. It all first began back when Selene’s parents first were together, doing it as a means to make money. In time the couple became accustomed to the style and it became their way of living. After her parents died, from a car accident, Selene took up the mantel of keeping the family ranch alive and she so did with pride and passion. Selene was the only child, which gave her full legal rights to the land as it was willed to her.
Without saying a word, Selene strolled into the stables, going down to the far end. Each day she would take special care of five horses as there were too many for her to take care in a run of a day. With the amount she did in one day, each horse was groomed every five days. But before she would begin the grooming, they would first be led out into the pasture, allowing them the time to stretch their legs in the morning daylight. Her living on a ranch like she did, she had an outdoor field and an indoor track. The indoor track was something recently built for the winter months. The people who owned the horses all pitched in to have the indoor one made so their horses could stretch their legs everyday, even in winter.
Once the back barn doors were opened, which immediately led to the outdoor track, she proceeded to lead each horse out of its stall and to the pasture. It didn’t take long for each horse to take its trek outside. Just as soon as all horses were out, she began her daily routine of cleaning each stall, getting rid of all the old hay and refreshing it with new hay.
Not once did she bother to notice one of the vacant stalls, at the front of the stables, had an occupant in it, nor did she really take time to notice the faint smell of blood. Of course the smell of blood was overpowered by the scent of hay and horsehair and other familiar smells in the stables.
Soon enough all twenty occupied stalls were equipped with fresh hay, water and food. It was now time for her to leave the barn and go and get the first horse, which would get it’s weekly grooming. Cleaning five horses took nearly the entire day, once stopping for breaks every two hours and in one of those breaks; she took an hour off for lunch. With summer ending, Selene thought it best to have the horses be inside for the night. They were show horses, not a typical farm horse. The horses weren’t used to being outdoors at night.
As the day began to end, Selene knew there was only an hour left before sun would start setting. She began to escort the horses back into the stables for the night. The only problem with doing that was the horses were all over the place. It often took her an hour to get all twenty horses in and locked up.
With a deep sigh of contentment, now with all horses back where they belong, Selene went to turn and leave the barn when the sound of hay moving and a whimpered moan was heard. Doing an about turn, her eyes scanned the stables carefully. Her body went tense.
Reaching towards the wall where a pitchfork rested. Grabbing it, she held it out in front of her, ready to strike if something were to attack her. Taking cautious steps, she followed the noise and found herself in front of an opened stall, which she never noticed before. The door wasn’t open very far to really be noticeable but was enough to know someone or something opened it.
Carefully peaking an eye around the corner of the stall door, her eyes scanned the small area. A sudden gasp escaped her throat as her gaze came upon a very tall man with dried blood all over his face and clothes. He literally looked like hell. The man was hunched over half lying on some old hay. One arm lay limply at his side while the other held a sword. A very long ridged sword. A weapon unlike anything she had ever seen in her life.
Taking a few steps into the stall, she went to poke the man a little to see if he was dead or just lying there. Before she could poke the man, his leg moved, causing him to whimper once more. She jumped back, gripping the pitchfork more until hearing the painful moan. He was hurt and unconscious.
“Oh god!” she blurted. “You’re hurt!”
Dropping the pitchfork, she rushed out of the stables and headed to the house. The man was too large to lift up and she was too far away for any ambulance to aide her. She would have to do things herself. Besides the man looked very strange wearing the black clothing, a sword laying loosely in his hand and his hair… his hair was really strange. All spiked up with bells on each end. He wore an eye patch over his right eye and had a very long scar from his forehead to his chin.
It took Selene several minutes to grab a bucket and filled it with medical supplies before rushing back to the stables where the man was still unconscious. She was quick to kneel at his side and do her best to wash off the dried blood and to be able to apply disinfectant to the wounds on his face, before going to where there were other wounds. She did her best to clean around the opened wounds and bandaged it so the dirty material of his clothes wouldn’t cause an infection.
The man moaned once again and his eyes began to flutter.
Seeing he was finally beginning to wake up, Selene stepped back, allowing the man to wake and know his surroundings. She watched as his dark eye opened and he slowly looked around. At first his eye wasn’t focused but soon light shone back into it, indicating he was seeing properly.
“What…” he groaned in a deep voice. “Where am I?”
“You’re in my stables,” answered Selene. “You somehow found your way into here without causing a stir to the horses. How you managed that, I don’t know.”
He looked at her before narrowing his eye. “What am I doing here?!” he tried his best to be demanding but in his condition, it was quite difficult for him.
“I was hoping you could tell me,” Selene ventured. “I just found you an hour ago and you were all cut up with dried blood.”
“I…” he stopped. Why was he injured? He remembered fighting something, but what? He looked to his sword. “I’m not certain. The only thing I can remember is travelling through the forest in this state.”
“Well you did take a pretty nasty whack to the head,” she answered. “You could be suffering from some memory loss. I do have some medical training. It may only be temporary. Do you remember your name?”
He scowled. “Of course I do. Do you think I’m an idiot or something? The name’s Kenpachi. Kenpachi Zaraki.”
“Kenpachi?” she blinked. “That’s an unusual name.” She shook her head. “I’m Selene Heartz, the owner of this barn.”
Kenpachi went to move but found he had no strength. “I need to find out what happened…” he moaned.
“You’re not going anywhere in that condition!” Selene demanded. “You’re going to stay right there while I go up to the house, make us something to eat and get you some blankets to sleep in. You’re too badly wounded right now to move.” Selene didn’t like the idea of him sleeping in the stables for the night but it was still quite warm out so the night shouldn’t be that much of a problem.
He snorted. “It would seem I don’t have a choice in the matter.” He seriously hated the idea of being ‘bed ridden’ even if his bed was just a pile of hay. He didn’t know why but the idea of sleeping on hay did not bother him in the least. It was as if somewhere in his forgotten past he once slept in surroundings such as the position he was in now.
“No, you don’t have a choice in the matter. Now just stay put before you reopen your wounds again.” Selene was very demanding to someone she didn’t know and could tell he was very tall. She had the scary feeling he probably could snap her in half with just one hand.
With a quiet mumble, he leaned his head back against the straw, trying to do what he could to relax. He never bothered to pay attention to her leaving. Why would he pay attention when on his mind was trying to figure out why he was there and how he ended up being wounded? But mostly he had to figure out why he had no memory.
For an hour he pondered his thoughts, trying to make sense of what happened, but just like when he first started, he had nothing to work with. The only thing he knew was the sword, laying on the ground, seemed to feel familiar to him as if it was his. But he couldn’t even remember if it was.
“Kenpachi?” Selene called carefully, letting him know she had returned.
He slightly looked up to see she had a couple blankets draped in her arms as well as a plate of food on top of the blankets. She was taking careful steps not wanting to drop the plate. Kenpachi groaned. He didn’t like the idea of having someone pamper him. It was annoying him but since he barely could move for the moment, he had no choice but to accept her offer.
“Thank you,” he forced himself to say.
“You’re welcome.” She first set the tray down on the ground before setting down the blankets beside the food. Once her hands were free, Selene went over to Kenpachi and did her best to sit him up as best as possible without irritating the wounds so he could eat. As he was moved, he hissed in pain but remained silent. It was in his best interest to be sitting up a bit to digest the food. As soon as he was situated, she brought the tray up closer to his body for him to eat.
“Perhaps I should call for some help,” she replied. “Your wounds do seem quite severe.”
“I’ll live,” he managed, taking a bite of the food, tasting food like nothing he ever tasted before. In the depths of his mind he knew he never ate anything like this before and wherever he was from, never had food like this. But the one question kept popping back up in his mind, where was he from?
Selene watched in surprise as he ate everything on the plate. She never had seen anyone eat her food so fast. She had been known to be a good cook in the past but there were a few people who have complained saying her food sucked. But the way Kenpachi was eating, she didn’t have to be told he was enjoying it. Either that or he just didn’t care what the food tasted like, but she had the feeling it was the former option.
“That was good woman,” he finally said once he finished everything on the plate, confirming what she already suspected. “I haven’t had food like that before, at least that I can remember.”
Selene blushed a little. “Thank you. I’ve never had a compliment quite like that before.” She looked at his wounds. “I know I cleaned up around your wounds but maybe I should take a better look at them before it gets too dark out. The stables light isn’t the greatest.”
Kenpachi groaned and went to move but a shot of pain shot through his leg, forcing him to hold back a wince. Wincing and showing his pain was not his style. “Fine,” he said gruffly, leaning back. “But no one is to know this happened.”
Selene nodded. “I have a large first aide kit here in the stables in case of an emergency.” She left the stall to retrieve it.
For the next hour, just like when she cleaned off the blood around his wounds, she did what she could on Kenpachi’s arms and legs, being careful not to rest any material of his torn clothing against the wounds. Eventually the large man was bandaged up and her work was done. What surprised Selene the most was not once did he grunt or wince in pain, but she could see it in his eyes that he was in pain. She couldn’t believe how stubborn the man actually was being about this.
Finished, Selene leaned back to admire her work. “Hopefully that will do. It’s all I can do for now, unless I call for help.”
“It will be fine,” he answered.
Giving him a nod, she turned to the blankets. “Here’s some blankets for you to sleep with tonight. Tomorrow, one of the horse’s owners is coming, so I want you to be very quiet in here while you’re here. They will be pissed if they see someone wounded near his horse.”
“Like I care,” he answered gruffly.
Selene’s hands snapped to her hips. “Well I do. My only sources of income are the owners of these horses. So I won’t have you jeopardize my finances.” She was quick to turn away from the man, offended at his words. She closed stable doors. Normally she would lock the doors but with the man inside, she felt perhaps it would be best to keep them unlock. What if he was to get up during the middle of the night and leave or had to go to the bathroom or something?
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At her usual time for getting up, Selene got herself ready and breakfast ate by her usual time. Going on the chance Kenpachi was still in the stables, since his injuries were pretty bad, she even made him the same breakfast. She was going to be a little late in starting her work, but that did tend to happen when she was expecting someone. When days like this would come, Selene would take the horses out, as usual, and clean their stalls, but she wouldn’t clean groom the horses, until later that day as the owner would arrive shortly after ten.
Getting to the stables, she noticed the barn door was slightly opened and her heart sped up, did he actually leave? She wondered to herself.
“Kenpachi?” she called, stepping into the stables. She went over to the stall he slept in. Sure enough he was there still. She gave a sigh of relief as his one eye looked up to see her.
“What?” he grumbled. “Did you think I would leave from here in my current condition?” he ventured. “Either you’re an idiot or just don’t realize that I can barely move. You want to know how hard it was to get up and go outside just to have a piss?”
Selene slightly winced at his tone of voice, showing he was irritated.
“Fine!” she snapped back. “If you don’t want your breakfast, I didn’t have to make you any! Geesh. I go out of my way to make something and what do I get in return, bitched at.”
Kenpachi’s eye narrowed. “Don’t give me the guilt trip woman, cause it won’t work on me.”
“Whatever,” Selene stated, putting down the tray. “I’ll let you eat and in the mean I need to do my daily chores before my guest is to arrive.”
Seeing she set the tray right beside him, he carefully sat up on his own to eat. Selene stepped out of the stall, closing it and began her workday. At the appointed time of her guest’s arrival, she had just finished the last stall.
“And how are you keeping things?” a voice asked startling her.
Selene was quick to snap around. “Mr. Tolin!” She looked at her watch to see it was indeed time for his arrival. “Forgive me, I was a bit detained this morning.”
“That is quite alright,” Tolin smiled. “But since I’m here, why don’t I do my routine inspection? Normally I like to see my horse first, but this time I’ll make an exception.”
Selene smiled. “Be my guest.” She waved her hands over to where the man’s horse stall was, which just happened to be directly beside the stall where Kenpachi was resting. Her heart hammered in her chest, nervous about him coming across her uninvited guest.
Doing her best to not appear nervous, Selene stepped away from the stall, allowing the man to do his inspection. She watched him carefully to be sure he didn’t take his eyes and look over to the next one to see a man lying there. “Are you satisfied?” she asked after he stepped out of the stall, giving her a smile.
“As always,” he said. “Your cleaning efforts are great. You know I’ve been one of your customers since before your parents died and I must say you do a great job here. I think it might be even better than your parents.”
Selene feeling astonished by his compliment gave a shy smile. “Thank you. I try my best.”
He smiled, about to say something more when something caught his eye. Taking a scan around the stables, his eyes soon came upon the vacant stall where Kenpachi was hiding. It didn’t take him long to see the door was slightly jarred opened. “You don’t normally leave a vacant stall partially opened.”
Selene took a deep intake of breath. Oh no! Kenpachi had been found out?! Her body began to shake, producing sweat as Mr. Tolin stepped towards the stall, looking in. She immediately cringed expecting his outburst, but when it never came, she cracked her eyes opened.
“Is something the matter?” he was staring at her like she just grew an extra arm.
Giving a gawking look. She looked past him to the stables. “You didn’t see anyone in there?” she suddenly blurted out.
He blinked. “No.” His head tilted, puzzled by the question. “Should I have?”
Selene stepped away forward to peak inside and yet she could see Kenpachi laying there on the hay like she last seen him before she took his food tray back to the house when she began to clean the stalls. What was going on? She could see Kenpachi but Mr. Tolin couldn’t.
He stepped closer to her. “Are you feeling alright?” he asked.
Selene turned back the man. “I…I think so. I guess I must have been dreaming.”
He gave her a smile again. “Maybe you need a vacation.”
She shook her thoughts. “No, there’s no need for that. I love doing this job.”
With a nod, he turned towards the opened back door. “Well if you don’t mind, I shall go and tend to my horse.”
“Of course,” she answered. “He was just groomed yesterday.”
“That’s good to hear.” Mr. Tolin made his way to the back of the barn and out towards the pasture, leaving Selene staring at the vacant stall.
With numbed fingers, she pulled the stall door opened and looked at Kenpachi. “What the hell is going on?” she whispered.
Kenpachi looked at her, getting ready to snap back saying he didn’t know when an image formed in his head. The image was him a few others dressed like him and they were walking by people but the people weren’t even looking at them or acknowledging their existence… like they couldn’t be seen.
“I suppose,” he finally responded. “It’s because I can’t be seen by most humans. Although it’s strange that you can see me.”
“By most humans?” she blinked, confused. “Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“That’s a good question,” retorted before giving a slight wince. “And one, I don’t remember the answer to.”
Selene stared at him for several minutes before finally making up her mind that he probably didn’t know the answer but now she had even more questions than answers. Knowing she couldn’t dwell on the subject since her guest was still there, she turned away from the wounded man and made her way to the pasture so she could begin grooming one of the horses while Mr. Tolin was around. She knew she wouldn’t be able to groom the horse properly, but at least she could do what she could.
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