A short little sad fic I wrote awhile back.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach.

WARNINGS: CONTAINS PEDOPHELIA!! YOU NO LIKEY! YOU NO READY! NO FLAMES!!

A scream ripped through the night of the 11th division’s headquarters. Kenpachi Zaraki lept out of his bed and quick stepped into the room of his fukutaichou who was currently pinned under a rather large man. Kenpachi drew his sword swiftly but by the time he was swinging it towards the figure, the man had gone. He growled and looked over at Yachiru. She wasn’t there. All that was left behind were her soft pink pajama pants and a bloodstain that could only mean one thing. Kenpachi let out a roar that woke the 12th and 11th divisions.

When Yachiru awoke she was laying a mass of hay. The room felt strangely cold and smelled like metal, and blood. The next thing she felt was a strong handgrip her chin and squeeze tightly. Someone was pushing her into a bruising kiss and dragging callused fingers along her most private area. She struggled as tears leaked from her eyes. When he broke away the small girl let out a scream that was cut out as something was forcibly shoved into her small mouth.

Kenpachi had woken Ikkaku and Yumichika and was forcing them to look high and low through out the entire soul society. He wouldn’t let himself sleep until the bastard who had stolen his Yachiru was in custody or dead…most likely dead. He prayed she was okay. But deep in his heart he knew she wasn’t, and he knew that after this incident she might never be.

Yachiru lie in the hay whimpering. She had been with the man for three hours and it had been hell. Worse than any pain she had ever felt. He had stuck things in her, touched her, violated her, and he was currently preparing some sort of torture for her in the corner. He chuckled and walked over to the cowering girl. “Come on sweet thing, let’s play? You must be hungry.” Yachiru shook her head, but her stomach betrayed her by growling loudly. The man petted her hair. “I’ll give you food, water, and rest if you do something for me.” Yachiru teared up again but didn’t answer. “All you need to do is stay still.” He pulled out something that looked blue rubber phalice. Her eyes widened and she backed away from him. He reached out and gripped her slim ankle tightly before jerking her back. “NO! NO! STOP IT! KEN-CHAN! PLEASE HELP ME!!” Before the small girl could scream again he shoved the thing inside of her. She let out an ear splitting screech that was quickly silenced with the man’s mouth as she was stretched and torn. Blood seeped from between her legs and tears flowed endlessly from her eyes. The man flicked a dial at the bottom and the thing sprang to life, vibrating and twisting inside her. Yachiru continued to cry but the man just patted her head. “Now little one, let’s get you your food an water.”

Kenpachi was exhausted from running. He had to get help, but who? Ichigo and his friends might help but a group that big and that untrained might jeopardize Yachiru’s life. But if he went back to the soul society, he might lose the chance of killing the man himself. He decided to go with Ichigo who had luckily been visiting the soul society. He took the last of his energy and ran to where he knew the boy was. He darted past a large cottage in the middle of the forest and kept on running. Then he saw it, a vibrant patch of orange hair.

Yachiru looked up at the man. She was stripped naked except for a collar and a leash that adorned her neck. Her food and water had been placed in a dog bowl. The man was now carrying a whip incase the pink haired girl misbehaved. “Go on pet.” She was so embarrassed. Her face was flushed a bright red. She reached out with her hand but the whip came down sharply on the appendage and she jumped back with a yelp. “Bad dog. Try again or I’ll have to put that thing back in you.” Yachiru closed her eyes tightly and leaned down but ate as a dog would. The second the food hit her tongue, the whip cracked down onto her back. She squeaked and pulled on the collar so she could get away, this earned her another blow. She kept pulling on the collar sobbing and crying out for Kenpachi as blow after blow was rained onto her. She finally lay there sniffling. Her back was covered in bright red lashes.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” The man shook his head. “You really are a stupid girl. No more breaks, no more playing.” And with that he sheathed himself within the girl and his hands found her throat.

Ichigo gasped as Kenpachi finished the story. Rukia looked horror stuck and Orihime covered her mouth, her eyes welling with tears. Uruyu and Chad just stood there in shock. “So will you help me find Yachiru or not?” “Of course we will.” Ichigo looked pissed now. “No time to loose! Let’s go!”

Yachiru didn’t know how much time had passed but she was starting to lose hope. Everything hurt. The man looked down at the small girl and sneered. “Oh no, I broke my new toy oh well…it’s boring anyway.” He kicked Yachiru in the ribs and laughed as she simply rolled to the side like some limp rag doll. He sensed strong spiritual energy running towards where they were. “So...your Ken-chan has finally arrived. I’ll find you again my little doll.” Those were his final words to her. Within seconds after he left the doors to her prison slid open.

Kenpachi stood there in shock at the sight of his vice captain, beaten and bruised, covered with blood and semen and lying helpless on the floor. Her eyes that had once been so full of energy were empty and cloudy. He could vaguely hear Ishida being sick behind him. It didn’t concern him. He ripped off his captain’s coat and spread it over the small child before lifting her into his arms. “Yachiru…I’m so sorry.” For the first time in his life Kenpachi Zaraki, felt weak.

TBC?