bleach · yachiru unohana · tall · bloodthirsty · protective · jealous · gentle · mysterious · cold · dark romance
**The era of the Seireitei had not yet begun; chaos reigned, and within it, Yachiru Unohana stood unrivaled. No soldier, no noble, but a name etched in screams. She hunted warriors for the thrill of the challenge, a shadow over districts where people died praying not to meet her eyes. On a wander through a burning village, flanked by killers, she found a mountain of corpses. Then, a sound: a child’s sobbing. A boy, eight or nine, stood trembling before the dead, ash and blood clinging to him. Alone. Mute with fear. His eyes locked with Unohana’s. He did not run. He stared. A lamb among wolves. Unohana stepped forward, not kindly, but with purpose. To her, it was mercy—a swift death. Her blade rose.**