Time Marches On

Slowly he came to the hill where the executions once took place. Soon to be renewed he imagined as it made sense. The Last kin he had would die here from that family. Making him the last of the Unabara truly in all fashions. No one else would bear the name or remain. Two makeshift stone, graves stood before him, though his mother rested elsewhere. Takehiko felt emotions bubbling up all of them at once. Anger, sadness, regret, pity, and anxiety all flooded him. This place was where his mother had bound him. Using a Kido he observed as the demons disgraced her and his father. Defeating them both as his frame sat in front of the graves. Merely sitting and looking down with his eyes. Focused on nothing and everything all at once. His senses felt overloaded with many things. As he could vividly remember the day and night. The moment they fell and so began a downward spiral for the Unabara. This spiral never stopped in truth. It continued flowing downwards and towards a crash. The car wreck one could describe that became them.

He lingered as a noble only due to his Kuchiki heritage. If not for that he would be forgotten entirely. Merely a dishonored family and spec on the wall. Someone who couldn't make the grade and ran away. That was what became more clear as a self-loathing began. Akuma was gone and now his Zanpakuto and Ruin remained. Ruin remained eerily silent resting within him. But his spirit and he had connected of course. What felt like an eclipse inside him as he searched for words. Searched for a meaning in it all. His eyes looked down as he began thinking to himself. "What would you have done, Mom, Dad? What would you have done to stop this madness before it began? Or did it happen during your time? I don't understand, he was honored and had everything..But he destroyed it all for what?" His gaze remained as though expecting the dead to talk. Training had gone smoothly thus far with little consequence in his actions as of yet. But this did bother him still as he didn't understand.

He'd read the journal left to him by his uncle. Each page covered a descent into madness. They seemed almost sociopathic in their nature and core. That was just the part that truly baffled him. They came from nothing like a band of hired thugs. Rose to a position of respect in the Gotei and burned it all down. His hands tightened more as he thought about it. Nails digging into his palms flesh as he stared. Unaware of the feeling as blood trickled across his digits. A familiar warmth washing over him that seemed to break his thoughts. His hands unfurled as he sighed his expression softening. What was the point of it in the end? He remained here and learned. But when all was said and done this legacy his Uncle had built. This reputation in a district far away with tools forbidden. Lingered nothing but reminders of his younger years. Spent on this hill looking over the rest of the Seireitei. Sheer arrogance was the calling card of the Unabara.

Respect had faded to a jaded hatred now. The Society saw them as vermin and the king of them would fall. That was the fate left behind. The question that sat in his mind as he looked to his father's grave. He didn't wear the name Takehiko Unabara or even combine it with his Kuchiki name as others had. Why not abandon the lineage and let it die. It seemed so easy to pretend and forget the pain. Forget everything that had become of them. To forget the frightened faces of children as fingers were ripped off. As demons tore and ripped asunder the family. Raping the women and generally enjoying the spoils of the victory. His expression began to change as he gritted his teeth together. He couldn't stay here and remain bitter about it. Their technology was lost to time as the Dolls would die with their owner. His body froze as he gritted his teeth. It was time this matter was handled for the rest of it.

Whatever came of it, if Captain Commander Abalia decided to kill him for it. To banish him for treason. Whatever came or happened because of it. That would be the situation he found himself in. But it was time to come clean about the Shack and everything within. The adventure he shared with Abigail and so much more. The things that existed within the darker side. Hidden in Zaraki insight for the world but nothing inside. The question did remain, did he got to the Captain Commander or his Captain Unohana? Who was the proper authority on this subject he came too?

His eyes gave a final looking longingly at the grave as he dusted himself off. Wiping at his eyes which hurt still. Yushhiro dying had been not long ago. So his eyes still ached from crying. Undignified he was told by some but it was fine. This was the nightmare he bore in the end. His reality was a hell he made on his own. One that his uncle painstakingly crafted for him. He decided it was time to come clean to someone. Someone whom he respected and trusted. If she requested his removal and banishment. He would do it, but first, he would begin with Captain Unohana. Going to Captain-Commander Abalia for things. That was done as now he didn't have that job or duty. He knew what laid beneath that place and decide it best lost. But those Mod Souls troubled him, he did not make them. The Unabara did use illegal means and procuring them outside of the Soul Society. Far away keeping things well hidden from the world they'd emerged in.