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marinliliz[Characters]: Yamada Hanatarou and Zaraki Kenpachi.
[Pairing]: KenHana
[Word Count]: 325
[Finished]: 19.November.2009
[Beta]: not beta-read
[Warnings]: Mpreg | Crack | AU
[Rating]: PG
[Author's Notes]: Just something I didn't knew where to fit in the previous chapter.
[Pairing]: KenHana
[Word Count]: 325
[Finished]: 19.November.2009
[Beta]: not beta-read
[Warnings]: Mpreg | Crack | AU
[Rating]: PG
[Author's Notes]: Just something I didn't knew where to fit in the previous chapter.
Also
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEN-CHAN!!!
««Previously ||| Next»»other sanbox stories
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite except for a few original characters product of my imagination.
“Do ye think it’ll look like me?” Kenpachi mused, nuzzling Hanatarou’s belly.
They were lying in bed. Hanatarou reclined on soft pillows. Kenpachi by his side, one leg between Hana’s and his head pillowed on the precious belly.
“It might, you’re its father after all,” Hanatarou said, carding his fingers through the long, coarse hair. The small bells tingling helped form an image on Hanatarou’s mind: a small boy with strong, black hair and matching bells, a bokken[1] in hand and a grin the size of the world. Just like his father’s.
“Well... it could look like ye, that’d be okay.” Kenpachi continued his musings, his mind providing the image of a little boy that looked just like Hana, Fourth Division medical pack on his back and all. “Do ye know it’s a guy or a girl?”
“It’s too early to know. A couple more weeks and Unohana-taichou will be able to tell us,” Hana answered.
“It’d be fun if it were a guy. ’ve ‘ready got Yachiru so it’d be fun to get a boy this time. Then again, Yachiru might like a little girl to play with. She’s always just ‘round the guys at Division. A pink little thing just like her ’d be cool.”
“Err... she’ll probably not look like Yachiru at all. If it’s even a girl.” Hanatarou panicked at the image of his child being dragged around Seireitei by Yachiru. But then the panic subsided. Yachiru would be a fierce protector of his child. Boy or girl.
“Sure! But it’d be nice, no?” Kenpachi insisted, dropping a kiss on the soft belly and looking up at Hana with his one free eye.
[1] bokken - is a wooden Japanese sword used for training.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEN-CHAN!!!
««Previously ||| Next»»
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite except for a few original characters product of my imagination.
“Do ye think it’ll look like me?” Kenpachi mused, nuzzling Hanatarou’s belly.
They were lying in bed. Hanatarou reclined on soft pillows. Kenpachi by his side, one leg between Hana’s and his head pillowed on the precious belly.
“It might, you’re its father after all,” Hanatarou said, carding his fingers through the long, coarse hair. The small bells tingling helped form an image on Hanatarou’s mind: a small boy with strong, black hair and matching bells, a bokken[1] in hand and a grin the size of the world. Just like his father’s.
“Well... it could look like ye, that’d be okay.” Kenpachi continued his musings, his mind providing the image of a little boy that looked just like Hana, Fourth Division medical pack on his back and all. “Do ye know it’s a guy or a girl?”
“It’s too early to know. A couple more weeks and Unohana-taichou will be able to tell us,” Hana answered.
“It’d be fun if it were a guy. ’ve ‘ready got Yachiru so it’d be fun to get a boy this time. Then again, Yachiru might like a little girl to play with. She’s always just ‘round the guys at Division. A pink little thing just like her ’d be cool.”
“Err... she’ll probably not look like Yachiru at all. If it’s even a girl.” Hanatarou panicked at the image of his child being dragged around Seireitei by Yachiru. But then the panic subsided. Yachiru would be a fierce protector of his child. Boy or girl.
“Sure! But it’d be nice, no?” Kenpachi insisted, dropping a kiss on the soft belly and looking up at Hana with his one free eye.
“Yes, it will be,” Hanatarou said, a hand trailing the confining eye-patch before pulling Kenpachi up for a proper kiss. This ‘kiss the belly’ thing was all good and sweet but mum-dad here had more demanding cravings right this instant.
Kenpachi chuckled at his eagerness but complied wholeheartedly.
[1] bokken - is a wooden Japanese sword used for training.
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