Taiki's Birth
[Characters]: Yamada Hanatarou, Zaraki Kenpachi, Taiki and Unohana Retsu
[Pairing]: KenHana
[Word Count]: 1250
[Finished]: 09.February.2010
[Beta]: not beta-read
[Warnings]: AU | Mpreg | Crack | Fluff | OOC Zaraki
[Rating]: PG
[A/N]: Because we decided February 10th was Taiki's birthday. Hana is the Japanese word for flower.
Part of the Unexpectedly Expecting series.
««Previously
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite, save Taiki, product of fangirl brainstorming.
Zaraki returned to the Division Barracks with his men after another satisfying mission hunting Hollows. If only they'd been a bit more powerful, the mission would have been a real treat. As they were, Zaraki was left with the enticing smell of blood but the taste of flesh eluded him.
Finding Unohana there wasn't unexpected. It had been a sanctioned mission, the Fourth was supposed to aid the returning Shinigami, but when she avoided all the others and made her way straight to Zaraki, he began to think something was up.
Hanatarou, his mind provided. But her face showed nothing.
"Hey," he greeted.
Her eyes narrowed but all she said was, "if you would follow me, Zaraki-taichou."
"Whassup?" he asked.
"Your son has been born," she replied with a beatific smile - the scary kind.
Zaraki paled, his trademark grin fading. Was it supposed to have happened so soon? He thought there were a few more weeks 'till the time was over. That's why he had chosen this assignment over the next one, further down the month, with the promise of a much more powerful type of Hollow; so that he would be there for Hanatarou. And now his Hana had been alone through it all...
Not caring that Unohana could answer all his questions, Zaraki flew to the Fourth Division and once there, scared the scrawny members into telling him where Hanatarou was.
When he entered the room they'd indicated it was dark and he could barely make out the form on the bed. Zaraki walked closer and sat by the curled body. Hanatarou's face was pasty and his eyes sunken from exhaustion; he didn't even stir when Zaraki pulled the damp hair from his forehead and leaned in to kiss him lightly. His midsection was still swollen and for a moment there he thought it had all been a cruel joke, but then he sensed a feeble energy surge and something gurgled from the other side of the bed.
So the kid was really out.
He left Hana and crossed the room to the cradle on the other side of the bed.
The tiniest of creatures occupied it.
Small. Red. Wrinkled. And staring up at Zaraki through puffy eyes.
Zaraki didn't dare touch it, the small being might've broken or melted away under his strength. Could this be what he and Hana had made? Surely he could fit in the palm of his hand?
Slowly he bent forward, watching the kid watch him through squinting eyes. He gurgled once more and then opening his mouth wide, started wailing.
Zaraki started panicking when the wailing fiend didn't show any intention of stopping. At least he had inherited Zaraki's lungs.
"Hey..." Zaraki started, unsure. "Hey, shhhh... ya gonna wake your mum...dad... Hana, so... just... couldja just quiet down." But he paid him no mind, just kept screaming his lungs out.
Afraid the kid would wake Hanatarou, who looked in much need of rest, Zaraki went with instinct and placed a soothing hand on the baby and started rocking slowly, as he used to do with Yachiru when she was just a baby herself. It seemed to do the trick.
For about a minute. Then he started again in earnest.
"Shhhh..."
"He's hungry, you can shush him all you want, he won't quiet down," Unohana said while entering the room with a bottle - of milk, Zaraki suspected - and moved to inspect the child.
"Is he healthy and... stuff?" As a father, he decided he should ask.
"Very! Nearly three and a half kilograms and fifty centimetres1." At Zaraki's blank face she added, "picture perfect of a healthy baby boy."
Zaraki felt himself relax and his chest fill with pride, mostly for Hanatarou for being able to pull this incredible stunt and a bit for himself at having helped, even if very little.
"So you want to feed your son?"
"Nah, I think ya can handl'it better than me," Zaraki said, backing away from Unohana and the baby.
"Nonsense, you'll have to learn it anyway, Hanatarou-kun is in no condition of doing it all by himself," she answered, warningly. "Despite the fragile aspect, he will not break nor will he be affected by your spirit energy," she added knowingly. " Now, sit in that chair."
Zaraki sat and awkwardly held out his arms to receive his son. It fit in the bend of his arm, hardly reaching his wrist and weighed next to nothing. Unohana adjusted him, the baby and the bottle and then stepped away, letting them enjoy the first meal of the baby.
"Have you and Hanatarou-kun decided on a name yet? He has to be entered in the Registry."
"...aiki," a raspy voice mumbled from the bed.
Zaraki made to move toward Hanatarou but the bundle in his arms had him stopping immediately.
Clearing his throat, Hanatarou tried again to speak, "we chose Taiki2 for his name. Zarak..."
"Yamada Taiki!" Zaraki corrected harshly through his teeth and then muttered, "Zaraki3 means nothing."
"Hmm, Yamada Taiki, then," Hanatarou conceded, giving a slight smile in Zaraki's way, looking at the small child still nursing.
"It is a fine name," Unohana said. "I'll be entering it to the files of his birth and later you can arrange it with the Registry."
"Is he okay? Ten fingers? Ten toes?" Hanatarou asked, quietly.
"Yes, Hanatarou-kun. He's perfect and healthy, three and a half kilograms and fifty centimetres," Unohana repeated the words she had before and this seemed to make much more sense to Hanatarou than it had for Zaraki, for he nodded and let a relived sigh escape him.
Tentatively, he asked, "can I see... hold him?"
"Ye haven't yet?" Zaraki asked, turning a thunderous face to Unohana.
"Hanatarou-kun was too exhausted after the birth," was all she explained. "Now, let's have this baby boy burping and then he can rest some more. This being born business is a tiring one." She lifted the baby from Zaraki's arms - leaving him holding the bottle - and handed him to Hanatarou, instructing how to hold the baby to make him burp.
Zaraki looked fascinated has Hana studied their son, getting to know his face, counting his fingers and then the toes, before settling the baby against his chest and looking at Zaraki, grinning. "He's perfect."
Zaraki could only nod as a stressful emotion ruled over him.
"I'll take my leave now and let you enjoy your child," Unohana said in parting.
Once she was gone, Hanatarou patted the spot on the bed next to him, asking, "care to join us?"
Moving to the referred spot, Zaraki sat and kissed his Hana softly on the lips, whispering, "yer the bravest man I 'no. Thanks fer givin' me this." He caressed ever so slightly through the mane of dark hair of their baby and leaned in to smell his fresh scent.
Hanatarou's eyes filled with tears and he nuzzled his face in Zaraki's neck, answering just as softly, "couldn't have done it without you."
Zaraki grinned. "That ye couldn't."
Hana laughed and then yawned, his face still looking ashen and worn out, he carefully - still getting the hang of it - laid the baby on the mattress, curling around him protectively and pulled at Zaraki, urging him to spoon behind.
"Don't go anywhere while we sleep," he said, his voice slurring with drowsiness.
"Not plannin' on leavin'," Zaraki responded, placing a hand on Hanatarou's hip and nuzzling his ear. "Ever."
Hanatarou hummed and spooned closer, letting out a content sigh.
February2010©MarinLiliz
1- 3.5kg are aprox. 7.7 pounds and 50cm are aprox. 19.6 inch. at least it's what OnlineConversion.com tells me.
2- Taiki (大輝) - large radiance; from the Japanese 大 (tai) "large, great" and 輝 (ki) "radiance, shine"
3- Kenpachi's surname comes from the district he once resided in, Zaraki, which is district #80 of the North Alley of Rukongai. District #80 is the worst, most lawless region of Rukongai, full of thieves and murderers. from Bleach Wiki
The only pic of Taiki I think we have is this doodle by gokuma :
[Pairing]: KenHana
[Word Count]: 1250
[Finished]: 09.February.2010
[Beta]: not beta-read
[Warnings]: AU | Mpreg | Crack | Fluff | OOC Zaraki
[Rating]: PG
[A/N]: Because we decided February 10th was Taiki's birthday. Hana is the Japanese word for flower.
Part of the Unexpectedly Expecting series.
««Previously
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite, save Taiki, product of fangirl brainstorming.
Zaraki returned to the Division Barracks with his men after another satisfying mission hunting Hollows. If only they'd been a bit more powerful, the mission would have been a real treat. As they were, Zaraki was left with the enticing smell of blood but the taste of flesh eluded him.
Finding Unohana there wasn't unexpected. It had been a sanctioned mission, the Fourth was supposed to aid the returning Shinigami, but when she avoided all the others and made her way straight to Zaraki, he began to think something was up.
Hanatarou, his mind provided. But her face showed nothing.
"Hey," he greeted.
Her eyes narrowed but all she said was, "if you would follow me, Zaraki-taichou."
"Whassup?" he asked.
"Your son has been born," she replied with a beatific smile - the scary kind.
Zaraki paled, his trademark grin fading. Was it supposed to have happened so soon? He thought there were a few more weeks 'till the time was over. That's why he had chosen this assignment over the next one, further down the month, with the promise of a much more powerful type of Hollow; so that he would be there for Hanatarou. And now his Hana had been alone through it all...
Not caring that Unohana could answer all his questions, Zaraki flew to the Fourth Division and once there, scared the scrawny members into telling him where Hanatarou was.
When he entered the room they'd indicated it was dark and he could barely make out the form on the bed. Zaraki walked closer and sat by the curled body. Hanatarou's face was pasty and his eyes sunken from exhaustion; he didn't even stir when Zaraki pulled the damp hair from his forehead and leaned in to kiss him lightly. His midsection was still swollen and for a moment there he thought it had all been a cruel joke, but then he sensed a feeble energy surge and something gurgled from the other side of the bed.
So the kid was really out.
He left Hana and crossed the room to the cradle on the other side of the bed.
The tiniest of creatures occupied it.
Small. Red. Wrinkled. And staring up at Zaraki through puffy eyes.
Zaraki didn't dare touch it, the small being might've broken or melted away under his strength. Could this be what he and Hana had made? Surely he could fit in the palm of his hand?
Slowly he bent forward, watching the kid watch him through squinting eyes. He gurgled once more and then opening his mouth wide, started wailing.
Zaraki started panicking when the wailing fiend didn't show any intention of stopping. At least he had inherited Zaraki's lungs.
"Hey..." Zaraki started, unsure. "Hey, shhhh... ya gonna wake your mum...dad... Hana, so... just... couldja just quiet down." But he paid him no mind, just kept screaming his lungs out.
Afraid the kid would wake Hanatarou, who looked in much need of rest, Zaraki went with instinct and placed a soothing hand on the baby and started rocking slowly, as he used to do with Yachiru when she was just a baby herself. It seemed to do the trick.
For about a minute. Then he started again in earnest.
"Shhhh..."
"He's hungry, you can shush him all you want, he won't quiet down," Unohana said while entering the room with a bottle - of milk, Zaraki suspected - and moved to inspect the child.
"Is he healthy and... stuff?" As a father, he decided he should ask.
"Very! Nearly three and a half kilograms and fifty centimetres1." At Zaraki's blank face she added, "picture perfect of a healthy baby boy."
Zaraki felt himself relax and his chest fill with pride, mostly for Hanatarou for being able to pull this incredible stunt and a bit for himself at having helped, even if very little.
"So you want to feed your son?"
"Nah, I think ya can handl'it better than me," Zaraki said, backing away from Unohana and the baby.
"Nonsense, you'll have to learn it anyway, Hanatarou-kun is in no condition of doing it all by himself," she answered, warningly. "Despite the fragile aspect, he will not break nor will he be affected by your spirit energy," she added knowingly. " Now, sit in that chair."
Zaraki sat and awkwardly held out his arms to receive his son. It fit in the bend of his arm, hardly reaching his wrist and weighed next to nothing. Unohana adjusted him, the baby and the bottle and then stepped away, letting them enjoy the first meal of the baby.
"Have you and Hanatarou-kun decided on a name yet? He has to be entered in the Registry."
"...aiki," a raspy voice mumbled from the bed.
Zaraki made to move toward Hanatarou but the bundle in his arms had him stopping immediately.
Clearing his throat, Hanatarou tried again to speak, "we chose Taiki2 for his name. Zarak..."
"Yamada Taiki!" Zaraki corrected harshly through his teeth and then muttered, "Zaraki3 means nothing."
"Hmm, Yamada Taiki, then," Hanatarou conceded, giving a slight smile in Zaraki's way, looking at the small child still nursing.
"It is a fine name," Unohana said. "I'll be entering it to the files of his birth and later you can arrange it with the Registry."
"Is he okay? Ten fingers? Ten toes?" Hanatarou asked, quietly.
"Yes, Hanatarou-kun. He's perfect and healthy, three and a half kilograms and fifty centimetres," Unohana repeated the words she had before and this seemed to make much more sense to Hanatarou than it had for Zaraki, for he nodded and let a relived sigh escape him.
Tentatively, he asked, "can I see... hold him?"
"Ye haven't yet?" Zaraki asked, turning a thunderous face to Unohana.
"Hanatarou-kun was too exhausted after the birth," was all she explained. "Now, let's have this baby boy burping and then he can rest some more. This being born business is a tiring one." She lifted the baby from Zaraki's arms - leaving him holding the bottle - and handed him to Hanatarou, instructing how to hold the baby to make him burp.
Zaraki looked fascinated has Hana studied their son, getting to know his face, counting his fingers and then the toes, before settling the baby against his chest and looking at Zaraki, grinning. "He's perfect."
Zaraki could only nod as a stressful emotion ruled over him.
"I'll take my leave now and let you enjoy your child," Unohana said in parting.
Once she was gone, Hanatarou patted the spot on the bed next to him, asking, "care to join us?"
Moving to the referred spot, Zaraki sat and kissed his Hana softly on the lips, whispering, "yer the bravest man I 'no. Thanks fer givin' me this." He caressed ever so slightly through the mane of dark hair of their baby and leaned in to smell his fresh scent.
Hanatarou's eyes filled with tears and he nuzzled his face in Zaraki's neck, answering just as softly, "couldn't have done it without you."
Zaraki grinned. "That ye couldn't."
Hana laughed and then yawned, his face still looking ashen and worn out, he carefully - still getting the hang of it - laid the baby on the mattress, curling around him protectively and pulled at Zaraki, urging him to spoon behind.
"Don't go anywhere while we sleep," he said, his voice slurring with drowsiness.
"Not plannin' on leavin'," Zaraki responded, placing a hand on Hanatarou's hip and nuzzling his ear. "Ever."
Hanatarou hummed and spooned closer, letting out a content sigh.
February2010©MarinLiliz
1- 3.5kg are aprox. 7.7 pounds and 50cm are aprox. 19.6 inch. at least it's what OnlineConversion.com tells me.
2- Taiki (大輝) - large radiance; from the Japanese 大 (tai) "large, great" and 輝 (ki) "radiance, shine"
3- Kenpachi's surname comes from the district he once resided in, Zaraki, which is district #80 of the North Alley of Rukongai. District #80 is the worst, most lawless region of Rukongai, full of thieves and murderers. from Bleach Wiki
The only pic of Taiki I think we have is this doodle by gokuma :