Zaraki Kenpachi

[Rommie]

How long has it been now? About two hours since he got cought.He slept all the this time.Guess it made things easier for them.But as far as he was concerned, they made mistakes.The first mistake of leaving him alone in the cell, without someone watching his actions.The second was that the room was enclosed phonicly.The third was that his hands weren't tied by any means.And that was a big mistake.Now, the cell was a large, square room, bearing Japanese symbols, probably scribbled by the prisoners, in they're last hours of life.In front of him, a metal table, the chair that he was sitting on, made of metal, of course.Strangely there wasn't a secondary chair.In the right corner in front of him, a large stain of blood, expanding over the entire corner.On the floor, another stain of blood, folowed by another one.Following the trace with his eyes, he turns in his chair, watching his behind.A large metal skeleton, with shackles on the ends.Two down, two on the sides, one up.It was covered in blood, and shreads of clothes.Strangely there was no smell.

The door finnaly opened, letting in 4 mans.One of them, Zaraki recognised.It was his target.He was carrying one of they're swords.Now, Zaraki knew that Kusarian swords were the best of the best at slashing.And that was a grim thought.The other 3 were most likely bodyguards.Good thing they were not carying swords


*Sorry to keep you waiting, mercenary.Now, have you ever heard of the Triads?*Zaraki didn't show any expression on his face.

*Well, let me tell you then.The Triads were the biggest organized crime in the ancient Earth.It was an entire organised crime society.They were involved into any possible means of making money..But the most interesting part is the torture they applied to they're enemies.One thousand cuts to the body, but making sure they avoided any major arteries, so that the victim was still alive when it was buried.You re about to experience your first cut.*He seemed to like literature.


While saying this, he pulled out the sword and he quickly said something in Kusarian.It ment "Raise him." Zaraki immediately turned his eyes to the metal skeleton.The guards were preparing the shackles.Basicly what they did was to open them.Now they were turning to Zaraki.He turned back.They grabbed him.That was the fourth and final mistake.
He smiled.


*I bet you can't wait to start right, Ricecake?* The Blood Dragon couldn't pretend that he didn't like the idea of making Zaraki suffer.
*Well then, lets enjoy ourselves, shall we?*


Zaraki leaned back and kicked the table twards the Ricecake, breaking the bolts that were keeping it on the ground.The table hit the Ricecake, making him fall on the ground, and hit his head to the floor.With a quick move, the chair that he was sitting on became a deadly set of spears, in one of the guards chest.The second guard was introduced to one of the shackes.Now it was deep inside his neck.The third guard's head was now looking backwards.All of this happened in 10 seconds.

Zaraki was now heading for the door when he heard the table move.Just as he turned his head twards it, his right eye saw red.The Ricecake aparently didn't lose his concensness.He took a deep cut on Zaraki's face, stretching vertically over his right eye.The unfortunate Blood Dragon lost his life, 3 seconds later, sword sticking out of his chest.

Zaraki steped through the door.By the looks of it, he was somewhere down the lower levels.He headed to the left, slowly walking to what looked like a stair.Blood was pouring out of his wound, reducing his eye sight.Finnaly he reached the stairs.He headed as up as the stairs might go.Steping out, he saw his ship.Well, what was left of it.He recognised the plating, the guns that were lying around, and his cockpit. He took the Id and the rest of the gizmoz that made his ship a mercenary ship.The rest was a bunch of scrap by now.He heard steps.Quickly, he ducked under a frame.A worker was taking his ship apart.He looked like he knew what he was doing.He sneaked behind him, and bashed him in the head with one of his tools.To the left, he saw a bunch of blurred silhouettes.The blood was covering his eye.He needed some treatment.He headed to the right.After passing through a bunch of rooms filled with scrap parts from ships, he finnaly reached a small hangar.Nobody inside, at least that's what it looked like.He jumped in one of the ships, barely seeing something, he removed the ID from it and replaced them with the parts with his own ship.He took the controls and headed to the docking bay.The automated doors started to open.As soon as they did, he hit cruise and headed into space.

All he saw now was that he was flying through a dark blue cloud.That was good news and bad news at the same time.Good because it ment that the wound stoped bleeding.Bad because he didin't knew where he was.Blue could of been Shikoku or Honshu, but dark blue didn't ring any bells.Though Zaraki was struck by luck today.The ship he took was a Dragon.By the looks of it, it belonged to a scout, a spy in the Blood Dragon's ranks, flying a civilian ship, spying for them on the Blood Dragons' enemies.That meant that it had the way in and the way out of the system.All he did was to place the waypoints to Hokkaido, and from there to Deshima.That was the only safe place he could think of right now.He hit the autopilot and fell asleep.

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In space, nobody knows I'm a panda