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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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"I'm not a boy." I say, my voice a little rusty from not being used for two hundred years. Zaraki stares at me in disbelief before rubbing his eye and giving me a small smile.
"Yeah...I see that. I don't know what's got me more shocked. That or the fact you can speak." he admits before reaching for the towel on the chair and tossing it at me. I don't bother catching it. "You don't want to cover yourself?"
"We were all born naked. I've been naked for...a long time, except for my fur. I just...Thank you."
"For what?"
"Letting me come inside. No one ever let me come inside before. Even as a kid." I say before glancing around. There's a dining table and four chairs next to me on my right. The furnace is a few feet to my left. I can see two doors behind Zaraki, one on the left and one directly behind him that leads outside. I'm assuming the door on the left is probably his bedroom. I turn my gaze back to him and I catch him staring at my hair that's covering my breasts. "Yeah, I know, big surprise. I'm a female and have boobs. Big deal." I snap irritably.
****Kenpachi POV****
I smirk. "Yeah, you got a lot of room to fuss, woman. Don't think I didn't notice you takin' a look at my boxers that first morning on the porch."
Her laugh is genuine, like music almost. "I don't think I could've missed it, considering it was eye level with my head at the time, idiot." she says, wipin' her eyes. I step forward and catch her chin. I don't expect her to grab my wrist in a tight, painful grip.
"Easy. I just wanna see your eyes." I say, knowin' I've startled her.
She lifts her head a little so her chin isn't in my hand anymore. There's that blue that I caught a glimpse of that day two years ago. So she'd been close to snappin' outta that form maybe. Her hair is the same color her fur was...this has to be the "Blue" Retsu was talkin' about. I notice her grip on my wrist loosens and shifts down. She uses her finger to push on my hand before layin' hers flat against my palm and inspectin' my fingers. They're longer than hers, since the tips of hers are even with the last knuckle on each of mine. Her fingers are a little thinner than mine though, almost skeleton like. My eyes drift down to her stomach. Her ribs are visible, her stomach flat though not sucked up against her spine like it was in her wolf form when I first found her.
****Wolf POV****
"You need to eat more. I didn't realize I wasn't feedin' you enough." he says as his eyes come back to my face.
"I was always told this is how I look when I'm fat." I reply, quietly. His frown says it all.
"No. You ain't even close to bein' fat. You look an inch away from bein' starved to death. No wonder your belly is always growlin'. I always thought maybe what I was feedin' you was givin' you gas or somethin'."
I can't help my eye roll. "Trust me, if I have gas, you'll know it, idiot."
He smiles a little. "You're a bit mouthy, for bein' feral. Turn around. I wanna see how long your hair is."
"Long enough that it needs cut. No offence, but I don't trust you enough to show you my back like this. I barely trust you enough to show you my front."
"Good."
"What's good? Me not trusting you?"
"No. You're bein' honest. That's good. Far as a hair cut, I ain't good with that. If you trust him enough, I can get Yumichika to do it. He cuts his own hair so I know he can cut yours."
"You don't seem to trust him to cut your hair." I point out.
"Tch. I don't trust that man behind me. He's a little on the fruity side." he laughs before pulling his hand away from mine. "I'm in the mood for a snack. Want somethin'?"
"Whatever you're going to eat is fine with me....unless it's fish. Fish is for cats."
He laughs. A deep belly laugh. I've amused him. "You sure as hell ain't a cat."
I turn my body as he goes into the kitchen. It's not large, but there's a stove, oven, a refrigerator and plenty of cupboards in a dark mahogany color. The appliances are all black. I step to the edge of the kitchen and watch him as he shuffles around in the fridge. "So...now that you know, how long do I have before you get rid of me?" I ask, nonchalantly.
He turns and actually glares at me. I refuse to budge. "Who says you're goin' anywhere?"
"Squad eleven has never been female friendly except for my mo...Never mind." I mumble the last word, my eyes dropping to the ground.
"Don't do that. Only cowards can't look someone in the face when they're talkin'." he growls.
I lift my eyes back up. "Well, since you're my alpha, it's a sign of submission and respect. Not that you'd know anything about wolves."
"Alpha? The hell?"
"That day when you made me submit to you in battle. You are stronger than me, therefore you are my alpha. Alpha just means you're my boss."
"Do you even know my name?"
"Well, most people call you Captain Zaraki. Captain Kimono calls you Kenpachi sometimes so I'm assuming you call yourself Kenpachi Zaraki. Math never was a strong point of mine but one plus one is two."
He laughs again. "Damn you got smart mouth. I like that. You ain't afraid of me?"
"Well, not you in general. You as a person, yes. People are bad. You're the only one...well, the only recent one, that's shown me any sort of kindness in my life. I won't say you're kind. Quite frankly you're a bit of an ass, but you do have some good qualities."
"I could always throw you back outside. Though I think it's good that you're talkin' like that. Most people are afraid to talk to me like that. I think I like it. You got a name?"
"I..." I frown. I don't want to tell him. I don't trust him enough. "Honestly, I can't remember it. I've been a wolf for a really long time. I'm surprised I remember how to walk on two legs even."
"I see. Well, do me a damn favor. Stay like that unless you're not in the house. Anywhere else you can be a wolf, if you want, but in here, I want you like you are now."
"What? Naked?"
"No, numbskull. I person. I like bein' able to communicate and understand you instead of gettin' growled at all the time."
He finally pulls something out of the fridge and puts it in the pan on the stove. "Eggs?" I ask, taking a step closer.
"Plan on makin' an omelette. That alright? I'll make you your own."
"Sure...but what's an omelette?"
He stares at me. "What the hell did you eat growin' up?"
"My father..." I choke and shake my head. "You don't want to know my life story. It's dark and completely soaked in blood. Let's just say I hate natto and don't care for tea."
He frowns. "I hate natto and tea too. So don't worry about that here. Some of the men like that shit so that's why I made Shunsui put a kitchen in here once everythin' was rebuilt after the last invasion. That way I can skip natto day in the mess hall."
I take a couple steps closer to him. I'm within his reach, I know. "Why didn't you kill me that day?"
"Honestly, I was bored and wanted to see what you could do at full strength. I don't think you're there yet. Won't be for a while, judgin' by how skinny you are."
"I like fighting with you too. It helps."
"Helps?"
I nod. "It makes me not think about the past because I have to focus on the present. Since I've been back here, the past is always haunting my dreams."
"You were in squad eleven before?"
"Uhm...not exactly." I hesitate. "If I tell you you have to keep it between us. I don't want Swee to find me."
"Swee?"
"Shunsui. He'd be disappointed in the monster I've become. I don't want to see the rejection and hatred. I saw it enough on my fathers face. I couldn't stand it if I saw it on his."
He puts the first omelette on a plate and hands it to me. "Tell me, Wolf. I won't tell Shunsui until you tell me it's ok. Not because I don't want to, but I know if I do, you'll go back to bein' a wolf and I'll never see you like this again."
"Very right. In fact, I'd probably disappear completely."
"Deal then. Go eat and you can talk to me while you are."
I set my plate on the table and grab the towel from earlier, placing it over the chair before sitting. It takes me a little bit before I figure out the chopsticks. "Wow. This is really good. Thank you."
"Tch. Talk, Wolf."
"My father was the fifth captain of this squad. He...wasn't very nice. He's why I don't like being touched."
Zaraki sits across from me and starts eating. "Makes sense."
"Uhm...Shunsui tried to protect me as much as he could after I tried to run away once. He's the one who taught me to read and write. Captain Ukitake did too, when he was feeling well enough."
"So why don't you want him to know?"
"Because the girl he raised is dead. She was too nice. Too trusting. Too weak. I'm different. The girl before should've died before I destroyed her. I'm better now. He'd be ashamed of me." I sigh before shutting up and continuing to eat.
"So...you hate bein' touched, why let me all the sudden tonight?"
"Because you cared enough about me to not let me freeze to death."
"I see."
****Kenpachi POV****
I watch the woman as she eats. She really ain't afraid of me. She's naked as a damn baby, sittin' there eatin' and doesn't seem uncomfortable one bit. No, I'm the one who's uncomfortable. She's gorgeous, her skin pale like moonlight. Even though she's skinny, what I can see behind her hair, she's got a great pair of tits that would fill my hands nicely. Not as big as Matsumoto's but that's ok. I don't like huge ones. I estimate her to be probably a C cup. "Do you want me to get you some clothes for while you're in the house?"
"Does my nakedness bother you?"
"No, I like seein' you naked but it's pretty uncomfortable over here, if you catch my drift."
She fuckin' blushes. "I'm sorry. Don't take this the wrong way but...uhm...I've never done anything like that so I don't think it'd be a good idea to try. Men tried before and lost their heads for it. Plus a wolf mates for life so...you don't seem like the type of man to want to be tied to one woman forever."
"Not like I was askin' anyway, mutt. I like women with meat on em. You're too damn skinny. You'd be flatter'n a pancake when I'm done with you."
"Yeah, probably. Muscle weighs more than fat so you would squash me. Plus, I have a feeling you couldn't do the job right anyway. Have you ever had a female? A willing one?"
"Believe it or not, you fuckin' smart ass, I have. Wasn't very good though, except for one. They don't like my way so to hell with it. My hand does the job just fine."
Her face gets even redder. "I've never done that either. Never really had an interest in it because...well, honestly, I've never met a guy who makes me want him. And two hundred years as a wolf, not like I'd find one anyway."
"You're fuckin' killin' me. So you don't even know what the hell you'd like in bed but you're sayin' I can't do the job? You're challengin' me."
She finishes eating before goin' and washin' her plate. Seein' my plate is empty, I start to stand but her hand on my shoulder pushes me back down. She's reachin' around me for the plate and I feel her body against my back. Fuckin' cock tease. The heat of her body is gone as she takes the plate away and washes it for me. "So...Captain...I think it's best if I stay like this in the barracks too so if it's still on the table, I'll take you up on your offer. Please."
"I'll get a couple uniforms ordered for you. If you need girly shit, you'll have to get it yourself. I'll let you borrow some money."
"In return for?"
"Come here."
She hesitates before walkin' to me and standin' beside me. "I'm not going to like this, am I?"
"Maybe you will." I say right before pullin' her into my lap and kissin' her. For never havin' done this before she's decent at it. And...she ain't fightin'. I'll be damned. I ain't gunna push her though. I like my sex partners willin'. The rumors sayin' I only get laid when I force it piss me off. I've never forced a woman to my bed and I ain't gunna start now. I pull away and watch her. She lifts her hand to her lips and smiles a little. "See? Not so bad, am I?"
"No, not really. Uhm...where do you plan on keeping me while I'm here?"
"In my bed so I can keep an eye on you. I won't touch you. I ain't a complete thug."
She nods and smiles a little. "Thank you....I've never slept in a bed before. Only on the ground."
"Even as a kid!?"
She nods. "Well, I don't think Swee's couch counts because I never really slept the nights I stayed there. I was too afraid to close my eyes."
I pull her body against mine, holdin' her so close I can feel the fast beatin' of her heart. "Tell me more. Stays between us. Did you know your mother?" I ask, already suspicious of the answer.
"I knew who she was but she didn't have anything to do with me. I was a year old when she left me with my father."
"Who was she?" I already know.
"I can't tell you. It doesn't matter."
"It was Unohana, wasn't it?"
She jerks like I've slapped her. "How did you know?"
"You look like her. In the face, I mean."
"Something you may want to know, I can smell it when someone lies."
"Alright...she used to talk about a kid named Blue sometimes. Had to be you. If your nickname ain't Blue, I'll be a damn baboon."
"I didn't have a nickname growing up. Well, I did but it wasn't a nickname. My father called me it so much I thought it was my real name until one of his men told me what it meant. He never used my real name. Probably another reason I don't remember it."
I think back. "So all those times I called you a bitch, that's what set you off, huh?"
"Yeah....why're you holding me?"
"I'm gunna break you of your fear of bein' touched, one way or another."
She sighs. "I'm not afraid of it, I just don't like it. Every time I was touched as a child it was only violent...I don't understand gentle touches and shy away from them. I've developed a love, hate relationship with pain. That's all I understand."
Fuck. She has no idea what the fuck she just said. I can't reign in my thoughts or my body's reaction to that statement. She might just be able to handle me if I can get her to trust me enough for sex. "You tired?"
"A little. Honestly, I kinda like it right here though."
That surprises me. "Why?"
"I like the sound. And you have a comforting smell, sort of. You have a similar smell to my mother, but distinctly different."
"You can smell a lie and smell a person's scent? In this form?"
"Okami and I are so closely connected that I'm more wolf than person. Since he first came to me, I've always been able to smell and hear better than everyone else."
"Okami? Your zanpakuto?"
"Yeah." her voice is gettin' quiet.
"So, that wolf, is it your shikai or bankai?"
"Shikai, I think. I don't know. I've never had to use a command to use that form."
"Do you have bankai?"
She doesn't answer me. I glance down and see her eyes are closed. It's been a long time since anyone has fallen asleep in my arms. I carefully lift her, keepin' my eyes straight ahead. If I look down I'm gunna have a really hard time not latchin' onto her. She's limp as a noodle in my arms as I carry her to bed.
****Wolf POV -dream****
I limp away from the barracks, holding back my tears. I can't do this anymore. Daddy hurt me so bad I wish for death. I forgot to take my shoes off before going in the mess hall to eat my dinner of bread and water. Daddy had seen and took swift action. I'd fled when he was done, as quickly as I could manage with the injuries to my little body, especially my feet.
"Child, can you hear me?"
I look around, startled. There's no one. It's three in the morning. I'm lost in the middle of the Seireitei. I can't speak. Daddy told me if I ever spoke, he'd cut out my tongue and make me eat it. I don't want to eat my tongue.
"I see you can hear me. It is time for you to know me as your partner. I am Okami. You are my partner. Together, we shall get stronger and destroy that man."
I flinch as red eyes appear in front of my face. They're connected to a giant blue wolf. It drops a sword at my feet, the sheath and ribbon on the hilt royal blue, a shade lighter than my hair. The kanji for Okami is on the hilt in blood red.
"I will not always be visible to others. All you must do is simply think my name and I shall hear your call. For now, allow me to take you someplace safe."
I hold my arms up to him and he lifts me, carrying me toward the barracks of squad 8. Why here? Shouldn't he take me to squad 4?
"You are safer here, with Shunsui."
I'm left alone on the porch of the squad 8 barracks. I glance at the door. I've only met Shunsui once. He seemed nice enough but what if he's really like daddy? What if under that smile there lurks a monster? I crawl to the door, whimpering slightly. I don't have a choice. I have to get help. I bang on the door as loudly as I can. I hear sluggish foot steps and the door opens. "It's still dark out. What...oh Hell!" he curses, seeing the blood pouring from my feet. He lifts me in his arms and carries me inside. "Who did this to you?"
I shake my head and make hand signals. I wasn't allowed to speak to him when I'd met him, as daddy had been there. Daddy had forced me to tag along for a captain's meeting and afterwards he and Shunsui had stopped to chat. Shunsui had tried to talk to me but daddy had lied, telling him I was mute and probably too stupid to talk anyway.
"Did your father do this?" Shunsui asks as he sets me down on his leather futon. His grey eyes bore into my blue ones, demanding the truth. I want to lie. Even though daddy hates me, I feel the need to protect him but the stern gaze makes me wilt and nod my head. He curses again. "That man has no place to be your father. Did you walk all the way here?"
I shake my head no and hesitantly show him Okami. He stares, wide eyed, for a moment before nodding. "Your zanpakuto manifested itself?"
I nod. He sighs. "Alright...sweetheart, this is going to hurt and I'm sorry for that, but I have to see what he did. Can you take your sandals-"
I shake my head no and start sobbing, trying to pull my feet up under me. He hugs me, the only time I've ever been hugged. "Shh. It's ok. Can I look?" I nod and he releases me, smiling a little. It doesn't reach his worried eyes. He sits back and takes my left ankle gently in his hand, lifting my foot up where he can see. His face pales and I see a flash of fury in his eyes. "I need to take you to squad four, honey."
I shake my head and point at the floor, my eyes pleading with him. Please, bring them to me. My little body is so tired, I couldn't bear to even be carried. He seems to understand. "Alright. I'll call for a medic. Do you mind if I give you something to make you sleep? You don't need to be awake for this. I'll stay right here with you the whole time."
I hesitate and make a talking motion with my hand then point at myself.
"You want me to talk to you while you sleep?"
I nod. His voice is comforting, much softer than daddy's harsh, cruel tone. Shunsui smiles. "I'll talk all you need me to, sweetheart. Can you show me on your fingers how old you are?"
I think about it and lift 6 fingers. Shunsui seems surprised but says nothing. I'm very small for a six year old, both height and weight wise. It's not my fault. Shunsui mumbles something and puts his hand on my forehead. Suddenly, everything goes black as I go to sleep. I can hear his voice in my head though, so he must be talking.
****Kenpachi POV****
I crack an eye open. She's whimperin' in her sleep, her feet jerkin' a little. I put her next to the wall before I went to get a shower and ease my discomfort. It didn't help much. I've never had a woman spend the entire night in my bed and now here's one, but she's off limits, for now. She whimpers again, a pained look comin' on her face. I sigh. Of fuckin' course she's damaged. I'm not sure I wanna know her past, honestly, but if it's causin' issues enough that she can't even rest while she's sleepin', I'll have to let her tell me, I suppose. A tear falls down her cheek and I decide she needs comfort. I reach out and drag her body to me, rollin' her so her back is against my body. Almost instantly, she relaxes and lets out a soft sigh. I watch her for awhile, ignorin' the fact that my dick is hard as a fuckin' rock again. She's fuckin' beautiful but she looks like a different captain. She looks like Ukitake. I briefly wonder if there's a picture of the one she calls her dad's in the office files somewhere. I'll be able to tell if he was her dad or not, I'm sure. I drift back to sleep slowly, my arm wrapped around her body, my nose buried in her hair, drinkin' in a scent that's like a mixture of blood, honeysuckle and death.
She'll be mine, one way or another.
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