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Zaraki's BladeFandom: BleachZaraki's Blade by Lawenta
It was a boring afternoon. The weather was sunny and warm, birds chirped everywhere, Yachiru was off to annoy the shit out of Byakuya and Zaraki was alone.
Or not really.
In fact, he was clutching the hilt of his zanpakutou, staring upon the blade with a frown, and for what felt as the millionth time he asked, this time in conversational and what he considered friendly manner:
„Hey, you. What about finally telling me your name? You know, it will be pretty dangerous out there.“ He couldn’t suppress a grin at that thought. „Lots of arrancar to kill for us both. We could share the fun, don’t you think?“
Nothing. By now, one-sided conversations like this were quite regular occurence between Zaraki and his weapon since his fight with Ichigo. Sometimes the captain wo