Bleach One-Shots *Closed to Requests*

I'm Stronger [Kenpachi]

The spiritual pressure was suffocating. Ichigo, Ganju, Hanatarou, and Darcy ran through the area, trying to push against the weight in the air. "This is insane!" Ichigo yelled. "How can one person have this much spiritual pressure?"

"It mush be a Captain!" Darcy yelled. "What do you think, Hanatarou?"

The Seventh Seat collapsed before he could answer. "Come on!" Ganju yelled, picking him up. "We have to keep moving!"

"Go, go, go!" Darcy yelled, pushing Ichigo forward when he hesitated.

"We keep running, but we're not getting any distance from it!" Ichigo stated.

"Doesn't matter, keep moving!"

Which one of you are the strongest? Eyes landed on Hanatarou. Not him. The eyes switched to Ganju. Not him either.They drew to Darcy. Feh, definitely not the woman. Ichigo was the last one. Is it you? Are you the strongest?

Ichigo's eyes widened as he whirled around. Ganju followed his gaze, while Darcy skidded to a halt. "Keep moving!" she yelled, pulling on the Soul Reaper's arm. The teen's eyes landed on a figure standing on top of one of the buildings in the distance.

Darcy's head whirled around to see their opponent was now in front of them. "Ichi-!" The man's spiritual pressure forced Darcy into the ground.

"How long are you going to look over there?" the man asked, making Ichigo turn around to notice Darcy had fallen.

"Darcy!" Ichigo yelled, running to her side.

"Feh, pathetic."

"T-T-T-That's C-Captain K-Kenpachi Zaraki!" Hanatarou stammered in horror. "H-He controls t-t-the r-ruthless, b-bloodthirsty Eleventh Squad!" The young boy then passed out from the pressure once more.

"Ganju, get out of here," Ichigo ordered. "And take Darcy with you."

"But-!"

"Go! Find Rukia!"

Ganju grumbled, grabbing the young woman. He ran away from the area, leaving Ichigo to his fight. A few minutes later Darcy stopped the man. "What are you doing?" he yelled. "You were the one who kept telling us we had to keep moving!"

"You've done enough, Ganju," Darcy said. Taking off the black backpack she pulled out equipment. She stepped into a waist gun holster, switching the position of the sword sheath, strapping it over her back.

"Where did you get that?" Ganju asked.

"My world," she answered.

"What are those?"

"Guns." She pulled on the straps to tighten the holster. "Good thing my dad's a cop and that I know how to handle weapons. It feeds off my pressure and forms it into bullets."

"Wait, you're not thinking about going back there?" Ganju yelled. "That's crazy!"

"Exactly, but I'm not a sharp shooter for nothing, Ganju. Remember, I'm not Ichigo. I'm twenty-five, a hired sharp shooter for the Japanese Military, and a crazy bitch when put to a mission. On top of that I have spiritual pressure."

"You didn't even stand a chance against Zaraki's!"

"Ever heard of bluffing? I needed to strap on my guns. Kenpachi's pressure felt like nothing." Darcy reached over a shoulder, unsheathing the sword. "Time to help my cousin."