Perquisite Ostracism

He'd gotten the word while working, banishment from the Kuchiki Clan. That was the price he'd pay for his actions. In one way it felt right, punishment over absolution of guilt. His secondary name didn't matter anymore. He wasn't here for anyone but mourning Abigail. He'd put off her memory and the incident involving her long enough. He didn't directly enter the harbor, he met her outside of it somewhere.

His form stood on the coast, looking over the vastness of the sea. The sounds of seagulls filled his ears. Followed by the crashing tide on the shore. His shoulders slumped for a moment thinking. His expression remained unreadable, the punishment fit the crime.

The stormcloud-like eyes slowly closed as he inhaled a breath. Taking the scent of the fresh ocean air into his lungs. Abigail lost the fight to her monster, Tatsuya lost for mere moments and Jefferson City fell. Fire and brimstone accompanied that one. His eyes gazed at the city behind him. He'd not returned since that day, fear had gripped him tightly. Wrestling away peace until she did that thing for him until he was merely a Shinigami.

He'd tried his entire life to force a square through a circle. It was about time he paid some form of pipper for it. Banishment from the Kuchiki hurt, he felt an ache in his heart. But also a sense of satisfaction, he'd gotten what he deserved. His punishment fit the crime. He couldn't atone to the woman of this city. He'd not walk away, not if he did.

His hands slowly came together, saying a silent prayer for the lost. She was gone and would likely never return. He wasn't a Swordsman or a fast person like his uncle. He was a Kido and Zanjutsu specialist, someone who put effort and time into that. He did now anyways, he fought against the current over and over again. Never accepting the outcome for what it was.

Getting advice from the woman who commanded this city, but arguing and fighting it. He'd been such a stupid fool, an idiot to the truest levels. He found himself a rock and decided he would remain here for a while, contemplating the next steps. He knew the answer, but didn't know what he would be facing. For the training that came for his Bankai. To take things to the next stage of his development.

He no longer was welcome among the Kuchiki family. The question became now, where did he go? Did he simply stay at the barracks with the others? He'd done that before, working himself to the bone. Maybe it was for the best, that he didn't push himself towards that. His mother would have banished him also, he could sense that.

His Zanpakuto, was one of his truest allies along with Ruin. Ruin loved his father, adored him in ways one couldn't fathom. She tolerated him, he got the sense that she missed Ulv. Finding peace in that way would have been best. For both of them, but he'd not return to that Shack. To the place where weapons and armies were built. He'd never discussed what to do with the Mod Souls, he'd originally planned to turn them over to the Lux Orior.

But he'd decided to not involve himself with the Unabara, to step away from that family. To focus on being Takehiko Kuchiki, not Takehiko Unabara. Now his options were slim. Unabara or nothing, he was leaning towards the nothing. The Unabara family were in worse straights. Their leader had commited high treason, while also slashing his throat. Among other things that had been done, the damage to his voice had been present.

Had he not forged that signature, had he not stepped on that path. Had he heeded a single grain of advice given to him. maybe this entire situation would have been avoided, he exhaled a breath acknolwedging the faults. His stars were already broken and fractured things to begin with. He'd merely focus on his world and what he could do as a healer for it.