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The Wolf and the Demon	By : Zarakiswolf Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2172 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It's after dark but the building that I'm assuming is the mess hall is lively. I can hear laughing and arguing from my spot under the cherry tree. My stomach growls again but I have no intentions of joining them. I don't like crowds and I sure as hell hate being touched. I swivel my ears as a conversation about me begins.
"So, cap'n, what're you gunna do with that overgrown furball out there?" someone asks.
"Not sure yet. It was fightin' damn good but got too tired to go long. I'm gunna fight it again eventually." Zaraki's replies. "I'd suggest you idiots leave it alone though. Seems to hate people in general."
"It's not a real wolf though so...is it some kinda Hollow?"
"Nah, it's a demon. Bet you anything that's what it is."
"Captain Komamura wasn't a demon so what if it's a werewolf like him, sir?"
"Doubt it. We've spoken to wolf face's pack before and not a one of them are weird colored. It's a damn soul reaper gone half way feral, I think."
"So shouldn't you kill it?"
"Nah. Somethin' about it just makes me wanna keep it around. Call it instinct or whatever."
I get up and move closer to the mess hall. The bald headed man from before is there on the porch with someone else so I stop twenty feet away. They don't notice me at first.
"Ikkaku, I'm telling you, let it go. If Captain Zaraki is right and it's a half feral soul reaper, it obviously doesn't know any better. Perhaps with training it'll...well now, we seem to have a visitor." the new man says, turning a sharp violet eyed gaze on me. He wears blue feathers beside both eyes and his black hair has a slight violet tint where the lights from inside the mess hall are hitting it. "Such a beautiful creature, though obviously it's been in the wild a long time. And such eyes. I wonder if we gave you a name, would you respond to it?"
"Really, Yumichika? It's not a pet, for cryin' out loud."
Zaraki appears in the door way and eyes me. "Damn thing needs a bath but I ain't gunna worry about it for awhile. I suppose you're hungry, eh, Wolf?"
I sit and tilt my head to the side as my belly growls again. I hear him chuckle.
"Ikkaku, since you let it beat you earlier, go grab some food for it. I know it'll eat meat but grab some vegetables and fruit too."
"Yes, sir." Baldy says, hopping to his feet and dashing inside.
"Don't think about it." Zaraki's eyes are on my crouched form. I sit back down with a growl. It's not my fault when some idiot runs my prey instinct kicks in. Zaraki walks down the two steps and comes closer to me, reaching his hand out. I'm back on my feet, snarling. He grins, another hint of madness in his eyes. "Sit." I resist a few seconds before sitting, though my snarling doesn't stop. His hand descends on my head, petting gently. I shrink away from his hand until I'm as flat as possible on the ground. I hate it. I want to bite him but I can't.
"Sir?" the feather head says, coming up behind Zaraki.
His hand lifts off of my head and I take a deep breath in. I hadn't realized I was holding it. Zaraki eyes me and the hand starts toward me again but I run back to the cherry tree. I can't tolerate it any longer. Baldy brings a large bowl out of the mess hall but Zaraki stops him, taking the bowl from his hand before walking toward me. I growl and press myself as close to the tree as possible. "If you want fed, get your furry ass over here." I refuse, instead lifting my nose to the air and ignoring my growling stomach. I don't want touched...I can't stand it. He laughs. "I can hear your damn belly all the way over here, mutt. Get over here. Now."
I resist, planting my claws in the ground.
"Get your furry ass over here. Last time I say it before I lose my temper, bitch." he snarls.
My reiatsu flares violently, cracking the earth beneath my feet as my hackles raise and a snarl tears its way from deep within. He has no time to move before I jump, landing on his chest and getting nose to nose with him, my saliva dripping onto his face as foam begins forming at the corners of my jaws. I dart off of him as his hands raise. I won't kill him tonight. I don't have the strength to. I begin pacing back and forth between the cherry tree and the pond. This man is bringing back the memories I've tried so hard to burn out of my brain. I hate him.
***Kenpachi POV***
I watch the damn mutt pacin', my eye narrowed in concentration. I've said somethin' to trigger this response. I wipe the damn drool off my cheeks with the sleeve of my shihakushou as I think about it. It's almost like the damn thing is panickin' as it keeps shakin' its head. I watch as it finally lays on it's side, draggin' it's claws across it's face. It's injurin' itself, almost like tryin' to dig somethin' out of it's head. I get to my feet and run to it, throwin' myself over it and grabbin' it's paw. "Stop it!"
It's eye opens and I'm startled. It ain't red for a few seconds. It's blue, like the color a dog's eye gets sometimes. It's clouded with pain and panic. Just as suddenly, the blue bleeds back to blood red and it goes limp under me. The eye shuts and a tear mixes with the blood. "Come on, Wolf. Eat for me." I say quietly in it's ear. That eye opens again and it gives a small nod. I see flakes of dry blood fall into it's fur and realize the wounds have already healed. Damn, when it gets in shape this is gunna be a good fight. Almost as good as the one with that spoon headed espada a few years back.
***Wolf POV***
The panic slowly drains from me as I claw my own face, the pain grounding me. Suddenly, a hand is around my leg, stopping me from injuring myself further. The voices from my past slowly fade as his voice invades my ear. "Stop it!" I open my eye and look at him. His eye widens, letting me know my control of this form has slipped a little, so I pull myself together. "Come on, Wolf. Eat for me." he says, almost gently. I give him a small nod. When he releases me finally, I slowly get to my feet and follow him back to the bowl of food. I sit when he sits.
"Now, I don't trust you not to bite me so I'll play a game with you. I toss, you eat what you can catch. Deal?"
I don't bother trying to answer. The game doesn't last long though, since I catch everything he tosses at me. He smiles a little and my hatred for him declines a little bit. He may not be the cutest soul reaper I've ever seen but he has a rugged hotness to him. I haven't smelled any females in the barracks so it makes me wonder if he's alone like me.
"I know you can understand me so answer one question for me. Yes or no. Are you the kid Shunsui was talkin' about?" he asks suddenly. "I won't tell him if you are but I need to know what I'm workin' with, alright?"
I hesitate before shaking my head no. It's a lie, sort of. I'm not the girl Shunsui helped raise. She was weak and stupid. I cast her aside like a dirty wash cloth a long time ago. I'm just...a wolf. The girl he raised trusted people too much, except her parents. I briefly wonder again why I can't smell that woman. All captains of squad 11 claim the name Kenpachi but she was the real one. Where is she? I'll have to investigate when I'm able to.
"Are you a soul reaper?"
I nod.
"You hidin'?"
I shake my head no vigorously. No, I'm not hiding from anything but any paperwork I would otherwise be stuck with. Paperwork is evil.
He sticks his hand out again and I back away. "You hate bein' touched, dont you?"
I nod slowly.
"Someone hurt you bad at some point, didn't they?"
I drop my head. I don't want to answer but my reaction is answer enough apparently.
"So you took that form to escape, right? You know lots of people died eleven years ago. That person probably ain't even ali-"
I growl a little, staring him right in the eye. No, that person is no longer alive. I killed him. Right before disappearing for two hundred years.
He grins a little. "I may just get to like you, mutt. It'd be better if you came outta that form though. I don't understand growls."
I stick my nose in the air. Nope, not gunna happen. Not for a long time, if ever.
"You wanna sleep outside?"
I think about it for a minute before shaking my head.
"You want inside, huh? Well then, come outta that form."
I growl and move around him, crawling under the office porch. It's not perfect, but it's more shelter than out in the open. He laughs. "You'll come outta that form sooner or later, mutt. I'm patient so I'll wait. Maybe I'll get lucky and you'll be some pretty boy like Yumichika so he'll jabber in your ear instead of mine. No way you're a girl. Girls ain't mean like you."
I growl a little, giving no sign one way or another. He'll never know what I am. No way in hell. I keep an eye on him as he takes the bowl back to the mess hall before going to what I'm assuming is his house, placed further away from the other buildings. When he's inside, I slowly make my way over there and sniff around it. No females have been here for a long time, if ever. He must be alone. Well...I suppose I can at least guard his door. Not that he really needs it. I lay down at the top of the steps, blocking access to this house. Slowly, as the hours pass and full darkness settles over the city, I drift to sleep.
****Kenpachi POV****
"Kenpachi....find Blue. Give her the love I was never allowed to."
Retsu's last words echo in my head. Could that damn wolf out there be this "Blue"? A pet of hers? A science experiment of Kisuke Urahara? I hate not havin' answers. It really pisses me off. And what the fuck was with that damn thing's eye earlier? That blue was pretty but how did it shift from red to blue like that? Is it like a fuckin' mood ring or somethin'? Sad makes it blue, red means angry?
My thoughts are interrupted by a soft thump on the front porch. I can't stop the smirk. Damn thing doesn't like people but wants to hang around on my porch. It's lonely, that's the simple answer. From the way it answered about bein' hurt before I can understand why it hates people. I ain't a nice guy by any damn stretch of the word but maybe, just maybe, by playin' nice it'll trust me enough to come outta that form. It, he, she, whatever it is. I decide it's a he. No woman would let herself get so skinny and have tangles in her hair. Never mind the fact when it went belly up earlier there was no sign of a dick. Probably doesn't appear in it's wolf form.
I roll over and get comfy. That damn hussie Retsu better not bother me tonight. I'm bushed from wakin' up so damn early.
***Wolf POV***
"You fuckin' bitch! I'll kill you! I'll kill you"
I run as fast as my legs can carry me. I'm so small. So weak. I wanted to draw daddy some nice pictures. I thought maybe he would like them. I was so wrong. My little legs can't outrun him though. He catches me by my hair, yanking my head back before punching and kicking me as hard as he can. I scream from fear and pain. He drags me back into his office and slams my head into the wall, denting it as he uses my cheek to remove the charcoal. Blood from my nose drips to the floor and he hits me again for it. "Get the hell out of here, bitch. I see you set foot in this fuckin' office again, I'll break your goddamn neck and throw your ass in one of the trash pits so nobody will never find you."
I limp away when my hair is released. Today is my birthday...why does daddy hate me so much? I try to be a good girl. I do my chores, sometimes even do extra chores. I cook, do the laundry and even clean the buildings in the barracks. Why does he hate me? Maybe I'm a bad girl. Evil, like he says. My mommy...mommy doesn't love me either. Not anymore. She hasn't seen me since I was a baby. I've seen her though, in the city whenever I sneak out. I couldn't stand it if I talk to her and she tells me she hates me, so I don't. My thoughts are distracting me from walking and I bump into daddy's lieutenant.
"The hell, you little brat. Watch where the fuck you're walking." he growls, kicking me in the side.
Something comes over me then. Something dark. Something evil. My vision clouds to red and I attack, hitting, kicking and biting this man. I'm like a rabid beast. He's bleeding and the sight is driving me mad. For the first time in my young life, I feel rage. It's hot, like lava, scorching through my veins. I manage to knock the man off his feet and hook my thumbs into his eyes, blinding him before biting his throat as hard as I can. I taste his blood, so different from my own, as I tear his throat to shreds. There's a fountain of blood when I lift my head, covering me. I spit the flesh out of my mouth as my rage sputters and dies.
"Hey! The hell, brat?" Daddy yells, running up to the scene. He stares for a moment before laughing. His hand descends on my head in a soft pat. "Great job, kiddo. Didn't like the idiot anyway. Now, go get cleaned up."
I smile at him. Daddy never praises me. Have I finally done something right?
I jerk awake as Zaraki's voice sounds in my ear. "Easy, big guy. Easy. Just a bad dream." he says, semi-soothingly. I notice he isn't touching me, just sitting beside me. The sun is up already, but he hasn't donned his shihakushou or haori yet. In fact, all he has on is a pair of skin tight black boxers. I avert my eyes. I want nothing to do with his anatomy down there...his abs though are to die for. I have a momentary wish to run my hands over them but decide I still hate him so he won't see my real form.
"I get dreams sometimes too. A damn captain. You mighta known her. Unohana?"
I perk my ears up.
"Take that as a yes. She died durin' the invasion of the Seireitei eleven years ago. She haunts my dreams sometimes. Damn hussie."
I can't help it. I bite his leg before getting to my feet and walking away. That's why I can't smell her. I had suspected as much but to hear she's dead hurts a little. I didn't get to say goodbye. I let my head hang, my nose practically dragging on the ground as I head for the cherry tree again. I hate this place. All the beauty dies in this stupid city....
The days blend together as Zaraki and I find a routine. I sleep on his porch, he sits next to me in the morning for a few minutes, trying to talk to me, then he says something stupid so I bite him and retreat to my cherry tree. He has Ikkaku bring me food. I eat the food. Ikkaku takes the bowl back to the mess hall. After Zaraki has eaten, we go out into the Rukongai to train the rookies. Then we come back home and he and I fight. Sometimes it lasts minutes, other times it lasts hours, depending on my energy levels. Both of us end up wounded, our blood staining the training grounds like paint on a wall. He always wins though, as I eventually lose my patience and make a mistake. We rest for a few minutes before we go to the mess hall, where he sits beside me as he eats, bringing me a bowl of my own food. He talks. I listen. Then, inevitably, he takes a nap on the office porch and I take a nap beneath my cherry tree. Once we wake, he deals out orders, then sits around drinking sake for a couple hours before eating dinner and the cycle repeats. Days slip into months like this, only occasionally broken by him getting a mission, usually taking me along with him, though sometimes I'm left at home. Months turn into two years...
It's my birthday and a blizzard has hit the Seireitei. I'm so fucking cold. I'm under the porch but it's not sheltering me against the wind. I lay shivering until I hear the door open. Zaraki whistles and I slowly make my way out from under the porch, my muscles having gotten stiff from the cold. "Get in here. You're gunna die out here." he orders, opening the door further. I gladly walk inside and he shuts the door, locking it. Why would he need to lock it? It has a knob so I can't get out anyway.
"I'm orderin' you to come outta that form. Now. Your fur is soaked and you're shiverin' like crazy so I'd say it's down to your skin." he says.
Shit....that's why he locked the door. To prevent me from running. I glance around for an escape route and, finding none, I shake my head.
"Come on. What do I gotta do? Knock your ass out?"
I shake my head and give him a pleading look. Don't make me do this. Please. Anything but this. He seems to soften, though he rolls his eye. "Fine. Go get in front of the furnace. I'll get a towel but you have to let me touch you."
Of the two evils, I can stand touching more than I can stand the thought of him seeing the real me. I do as he's ordered and let out a content sigh as the heat slowly melts the ice in my fur. He laughs as he comes to my side with a towel. He uses it to dry me, quickly and efficiently. He sits beside me as the shivering finally stops and I decide to be braver than I have been. I nudge his hand with my nose.
"What?"
I repeat the action.
"You want me to pet you?"
I nod and he grins like a kid in a candy store. He's smart though, and moves slowly. I, however, lose my patience and lay half way in his lap. The touch bothers me but I've come to trust this man not to hurt me outside of fighting. Well, a little, anyway. His hands delve into my fur and he laughs a little. "This mean we got a truce?" I nod and even wag my tail a little. "Well, it's a big step. Finally. I still wanna see what you look like though but I told you, I'm patient so I'll wait however long it takes. Two years ain't bad for finally lettin' me touch you though. Now that you are though...you need a damn bath. And a brush. Will you let me do that?"
I nod again. If I can stand being touched, how bad could a bath and letting him brush my fur be...?
"Well, you clean up pretty good." Zaraki laughs as he finishes brushing me. "However, I'm pretty fuckin' sure I didn't need a second wolf to take care of."
I look at the pile of fur next to him that's roughly the size of a Saint Bernard. I'm ashamed briefly but, you know, I feel a lot better. My fur is back to it's shiny, sapphire color and I look so much better. I don't think about what I'm doing before I lick his cheek gently.
***Kenpachi POV***
I stare at the wolf. He licked me. I wanna be angry but...I see gratitude in those eyes. I've never seen him look at me like that before. While it's good, I don't wanna let him get in that habit of puttin' his damn tongue on me.
"Look, you're welcome but don't fuckin' lick me. I don't like guys like that." I grumble.
I stand and grab the broom and dustpan, cleanin' up the fur off the floor. Somethin in the air changes and I glance over my shoulder...."What the hell?" I say, droppin' the dustpan and scatterin' the fur everywhere.
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