![]() He drank it all in, swaying slightly under nearly all consuming swell of sensory input. And a few blocks over, the blazing rush of Ichigo's reiatsu as it flickered over the night, promising both safety and danger. There was the tense, malignant power of the guards around him, the slightly cool touch of a Hollow a mile off, the pulsing anger of Benihime. The rush of sensation was nearly overwhelming in its intensity, making his knees weak and his head swam. He stumbled out of his body for the first time in nearly fifty years. ![]() He frowned and opened his mouth only to gasp as he was forcibly shoved from his gigai. "You will come with us immediately or we will force your compliance," growled the captain of the Second, her eyes glittering and clearly hopping he would choose to fight. "You might at least grant me the courtesy to say my goodbyes," he scolded wearily. Logic reasserted it self quickly however and his eyes slid closed in silent acceptance. Fire flashed in his eyes and for one brief instant his instincts screamed at him to rebel, to fight. Her panic was needle sharp and Soi Fong slapped his hand away callously as he reached out to comfort his sword. He winced as Benihime gasped, her sharp cry of denial a second later cut across his senses like razor wire. 'I'm sorry, Benihime,' he whispered, getting slowly to his feet. 'Kisuke-sama?' Benihime's soft voice drifted across his mind, her tones honey sweet and silky smooth. It was time he answer for all the evil he had done. And while some part of him perhaps longed to take her up and rage against what was being done, he was too old and had seen enough blood spilled during the war to last him a lifetime. He didn't intend to let Soul Society or the Captain-Commander rip her from his grasp. 'I will miss you, my princess,' he thought fondly at the zanpakutou before setting her gently on the table. Her power flowed lightly and sleepily over him and he saw Soi Fong and her people stiffen. He lifted Benihime from where she sat beside him. The fulfillment of all his hopes and dreams given flesh. No.not his only solace, but the only one he had allowed himself, he corrected. They had been his family in his banishment - his one solace. There was no need to drag this out or trouble them. The night air was still and he could feel Tessai, Jinta and Ururu slumbering peacefully in the rooms beyond. ![]() Urahara sighed and set his tea cup gently on the low table. He was actually rather impressed with the subtlety of it all, normally the Gotei 13 was far more transparent in their machinations. The Central 46 would have no trouble finding him guilty.or imposing a death sentence as the penalty for his crimes. They could no longer blame him for what had been done to create the Vaizard but there was just enough truth sprinkled into the charges to make them stick. The blonde gave the glowering captain of the Second a tiny nod as she finished rattling off the 'charges' against him. And if his death was the cost, he was ready to pay it. ![]() He would be judged and punished for what he had done. Not for the crimes he had committed, of course, but that didn't matter. He had known this was coming for a long time. No pleas or clever words would sway her - not that he was inclined to offer any. The Captain-Commander had been wise to send her. She had always hated him though, always blamed him for Yoruichi's leaving. He was almost flattered that she thought it would take a captain and six seated officers to subdue him. Kisuke sighed and gave a mirthless smile at Soi Fong's malevolent face as she finished demanding that he accompany her and the rather large contingent of guards she had brought. It wouldn't do to eliminate the dirty little secret and then have things go sour. They had been winning the war for almost six months but he supposed there was nothing like certainty. Always more than willing to let an undesirable work for them as long as they could sweep him under the rug afterwards.Īnd while he had hoped for better, Urahara had never really expected it. They had waited until the war was over - Soul Society was always pragmatic that way. They had come for him in the dead of night, like thieves or cowards. ![]()
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