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Bones of the Dead	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1332 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This will be staying with Kenpachi and Toshiro. I'm not sure if I'll add Grimm and company to this chapter. Sorry for the long wait.
Brittle Bone
Kenpachi was euphoric. It was finally paradise on earth and he'd lived long enough to experience it first hand. His body and chainsaw were slick with blood and meat as he cut through victim after victim. He'd left Yachiru and the boy in the basement of an abandoned house so they would be out of the way. The bell ornamented man cackled and finished off the last of the group of bone-faced fucks. It was still dark out, but they had been traveling for most of the night and the sun rise couldn't be far off.
Kenpachi dipped in a fountain that wasn't already full of bodies and blood and then went to raid a clothing store. Coming out, he was wearing leather pants, black steel toed boots, a black fitted long sleeve shirt under a leather vest, and a duffel bag full of clothes and blankets for Yachiru and the boy. Kenpachi grinned at the thought of the white-haired tag-a-long. He was stiff and proper for his age which made him fun to pick on and embarass. He hefted his chainsaw with a tighter grip and ran off in a light jog towards the nursery.
When he got back, he caught the boy peeking out of a window. So, he was worried about him. He grinned as he walked through the door and threw down his duffel bag. The boy watched him with those wide turqoise eyes and that indignant blush on his face.
"Worried about me, Kid?" Kenpachi growled. Everything he said was in a growl.
Toshiro's face tightened and the blush spread to the rest of his pale face. Kenpachi enjoyed seeing it and the boy made it so easy.
"No, I am not worried about you exactly." The boy said stiffly in his husky voice. "Just wondering if something skinned the wolf that's supposed to be protecting us. The least you could do is remain alive so that the girl and I are not left defenseless."
Kenpachi stepped forward, causeing the kid's entire body to stiffen, and kept stepping closer until he was completely invading the boy's personal space. He blushed so red, Kenpachi watched him in fascination.
"Whatever. I'd never leave my kid like that." Kenpachi thought he saw a bit of softening in those big eyes and maybe a bit of sadness. He grinned and stared into those eyes. "I'd never leave my boy like that either."
The boy stuttered and blushed in surprise and indignation. Kenpachi chuckled deeply in his chest as he walked away and headed towards the basement entrance.
"There's some clothes in the bag for ya, kid." Kenpachi yelled behind him as he disappeared into the basement.
Yachiru was curled up in a corner on the cement floor. It had to be cold and uncomfortable, but Yachiru could sleep anywhere. Her pink hair was dirty and so was her face and hands. Her clothes were mangled and stained. A line of drool fell from her mouth and onto the backs of her curled hands that she was resting her head on. Kenpachi picked her up gently into his arms after setting down the chainsaw. Once she was settled, he lifted the chainsaw back up with his free hand. Walking back up the basement stairs and towards the livingroom where he'd left the duffle, Kenpachi caught the kid in mid-change. He had on a black t-shirt that fell just above his hips. Black socks were on his small feet and he was holding a pair of black jeans in his hands, probably checking the size. This left his slim, compact muscled legs bare and leading up to the cutest, plumpest ass he'd ever laid eyes on. It was covered by black, spandex, skin tight boxers that eased around those hips and ended just below his butt.
Kenpachi growled lowly and the boy turned around sharply in surprise, pants lowering in his hands to cover his lower front. His big eyes were even wider, but there was anger in them this time and his face went pale instead of blushing.
"You had no right to watch me like that." His words were cold and sharp. He obviously meant to give the tall man a good lashing. "The least you could of done was walk away or announce your presence. I am not here for your sick entertainment."
He most likely wanted to hurt Kenpachi or make him angry. The thing was, Kenpachi couldn't find it in himself to argue with someone who wasn't a strong opponent.
"Look, kid. I can look at whatever I want if its in my field of vision. I don't have to do shit I don't want to do and the least I could do was exactly what I did; nothing." He took a step forward and the kid held his jeans tighter in his hands and against his body. Sheilding himself. "The only entertainment I know of is killing and I don't have that in mind for you. Understand?"
The boy nodded quickly, looking trapped. He'd of probably agreed to anything as long as it got Kenpachi out of the same room. Kenpachi shook his head and stepped back.
"Slide that duffel over to me. Yachiru needs a bath and new clothes."
The kid slid it over with one socked foot and Kenpachi set the chainsaw down to pick it up and carry it with him down into the basement. Fuckin' kid. He finally finds something he wants and he has to coddle to get it. He knew one thing though. He was going to find out who fucked with the kid to make him like that and he was going to kill them.

Toshiro lowered the jeans and quickly slid into them, fingers flying to button and zip them up. He couldn't believe that barbarian had been watching him like he was his personal stripper. It was bad enough that he had lost Renji and Shuuhei in the mess that had become of the world, but then he had to go and get saved by humungous pervert with a pink haired kid. The white haired boy sighed and sat down on the floor to pull on his ankle boots. He could admit that all of it wasn't Zaraki's fault. Toshiro had suffered abuse from his father and he'd been too proud to say or do anything. He had a feeling that his bodyguards had known because after a particualry bad night, they had demanded that he go train with them. That hadn't stopped his father though. No, it was when Toshiro had learned to shoot a gun that he stopped touching him. Then he'd settled for making his life a living hell in other ways.
He hadn't been allowed to carry a weapon on the grounds, but there were plenty of guards who would answer his call or let him descreetly take their weapons and his father knew it. Still, he still had trouble with trusting men in general. If he didn't have the power in the encounter than he didn't want anything to do with them. The problem was that from the very beginning of their connection, Zaraki had always had the power. He'd saved him, by accident mostly, he'd carried him on his back, fought with his chainsaw to make a path, fed him, hid him, and now he'd even gotten him fresh clothing to wear. Toshiro hadn't contributed much of anything, following along like an obediant puppy. Zaraki also didn't care about anything Toshiro said. He couldn't intimidate the brute with words or threats which made their strange relationship, friendship? a slippery slope with no handholds.
It was a slope Toshiro wasn't sure that he wanted to bother trying to climb. Besides, he was only staying with Zaraki until he could go and search for Renji and Shuuhei. He sighed again and closed his eyes. He could hear splashing and little girl squeals. When they had arrived at the house they were hiding in, they'd found out that it had a water pump. You had to do it manually, but it allowed them to have water even if it was cold against your skin. Yachiru was something else entirely. Zaraki called her his kid, but she looked nothing like him and he never spoke of her mother or extended family. Maybe she was adopted. Had to be with that pink hair.
Grunting and shuffling started up outside of the house. Toshiro stiffened all the way to his ver y bones. He held his breath as he shook with fear. The shuffling and whistling kept coming closer and closer and he was afraid to move because he might attract its attention. He knew what the whistling was, the thing was sniffing around trying to sniff out humans. It was the sound they all made when they inhaled air through the holes in their bone faces. Suddenly all shuffling and noised stopped. Toshiro continued to hold his breath, heart thudding heavily in his chest and lungs a burning demand for more air. He waited a few moments later. The creature had to have left and Toshiro let a sigh of relief. The glass shattered above his head and clawed, bloody hand grabbed him around the neck and pulled him outside.
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