Title: Unforgivable
Author: swiftstar85
Genre: Drama/Friendship/Romance
Rating: T for some strong language, violence, suggestive material, and crude humor.
~Prologue~
Disclaimer: I do not own any Bleach characters, with exception of a few.
Author's Note: Hey, everyone. I have decided to start this story over, and rewrite it in a very different way. It still deals with Kisuke Urahara's past but it also deals with the aftermath of the Arrancar war between the Soul Reapers and the Arrancars. This is my second attempt at this story and I seriously hope this will be better than the one before. Read and Review.
It was dark in the room where they were finally making their final confrontation. It was sad to see what was happening. How had it happened? How did this fight start? And why would he make such a reckless decision that would endanger his only daughter? That was what the blonde haired man was thinking as he stood in front of the man who had been turned into a monster. He couldn't believe that all that they had been through together, everything that they had done in their work; it all came down to this.
The man with blonde hair looked up at the Hollow standing on the opposite side of the room, which was now in ruins. It was obvious that he had lost his temper with the girl. No matter how much he had loved her.
The furniture in the room was torn in shreds, littering the floor everywhere. Under a broken table, the man had seen her, staring at them with fright. She was obviously paralyzed with fear of what had happened to her father. And he couldn't blame her. But enough was enough. The man he once cared about, the man who had gave up his life to follow a foolish dream was gone. And now it was time to end his pain.
There was a flash of light and everything changed around him. He was now standing in front of the soulless beast, swinging Princess Benihime to make the final blow. He didn't want to do it, but he had no choice. The Hollow was a monster. It had to be stopped before it caused anymore damage!
"Unca' Ke! Please don't! Don't hurt daddy!"
His eyes widened when he saw her jump in the middle, and he tried to stop the swing but it was too late. He couldn't stop it in time. And to his horror, he watched as his Zanpaku-to slashed the girl across the face, leaving a long, violent gash slicing the left side of her face. It had been a miracle that he missed the girl's eye. But the damage was still done. The girl's blood was running down her face and she was screaming in pain. But he didn't have time to check up on her for the Hollow had smelled the blood and was rushing towards her now, saliva spilling over its gigantic mouth.
"SO HUNGRY! I WANT THE SOUL NOW!"
The blonde lunged past the girl, knocking her over in the process, while he held his sword up high.
A moment later, he was glaring up at the Hollow, his arm completely in the open mouth, while his Zanpaku-to had been forced through the Hollow's head; including slicing its mask. It was so quiet to him. He couldn't hear the girl's screams, though he knew that she was crying. He couldn't hear his harsh breathing, though he could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly. His glaring eyes only looked up at the blood red orbs of the Hollow who was looking back at him.
But as he stared at them, he realized that they changed. They were no longer blood red but light blue and soft, yet the life in them were fading. He watched as the mask he just sliced through began to shatter with tiny shards falling away. The man realized that it was over. He had done what he had came to do.
'Thank you……' He heard the Hollow's real voice, though it was weak as he began to glow brightly. '………Kis-Kisuke…..take care of Kairi now……she will need your guidance……She will……need your teachings……take care of her……" And then the Hollow was gone with a bright light.
The dream faded and Kisuke Urahara opened his eyes, waking up from the nightmare he so often dreamed of, though he always kept it to himself. He hummed softly as his eyes fluttered open and he found himself staring up at the ceiling. He just laid there on his futon for a long while before he turned his head and looked at the alarm clock on his nightstand. It was late in the morning so everyone would be awake.
Pushing himself to a sitting position, he ran his slender fingers through his shaggy blonde hair, letting out a low groan. He was still very tired and probably should go back to sleep. He usually slept in late, so why did he wake up so early? Was it because of the dream?
No. That couldn't be it. He had had that dream so often that even he slept longer from it. So why now?
Turning his head, Kisuke looked at the calendar he had hanging up on his wall near his bedside table. He knew that he was being a dumb blonde but he couldn't recall what day it was anyway. He wasn't entirely sure if it was a Monday or a Wednesday. Hell, it could have been Sunday and that was why he couldn't hear Tessai up and moving around yet.
September, Friday the 13th.
Kisuke Urahara frowned as his eyes narrowed at the calendar. He knew what day it was. He always had that dream on this very day, every year since eleven years ago. Of course, every month on the 13th he dreamed about that memory. "Damn." He muttered stoically. "It's that day already." He then decided to get up. He could hear the energetic boy bullying poor Ururu already and Yoruichi was probably thinking of more than ten ways of killing him.
Upon entering the kitchen, all eyes looked up at him before the owners of those eyes muttered, "Ohayou-gozaimasu, Mr. Kisuke." Ururu said in a low voice while Jinta waved brightly as he tried to eat his ramen at the same time. Yoruichi didn't even bother to say anything as she chugged down a large bowl full of milk. She just waved an impatient hand towards him as if that was her morning greeting.
"Good morning, everyone." Yawned Kisuke as he stretched his arms above his head.
Tessai stood up and bowed to him as he began digging into his apron pocket. He pulled out the morning mail and offered them to his employer. "Mr. Urahara, the mail has arrived already. They're mostly bills but you do have a letter in there." He told him politely.
Kisuke just shrugged as he sank down on an empty pillow. He didn't seem too interested in the first place. It was always bills. And what letters he received, they were mostly hate mail from chicks he turned down for dates because he wasn't interested in them. But it was better to look anyway. He began flipping through the mail, dully.
"Junk mail. Junk mail. Junk mail. Junk mail." He kept repeating as he looked at the bills, tossing them into the trash bin. "Junk. Junk." But he stopped on a simple envelope, which was turned around so he couldn't see who it was from or who it was for. "Hmm." The blonde turned it around and looked at who it was for. It was for him, of course.
Now, who was it from?
His eyes snapped wide open to see the name scrawled in the top corner, naming the sender. "What?" He muttered interested before he put the rest of the mail onto the table and opened up the letter. He unfolded the paper inside and read it. Now his eyes really widened, and not from interest, but in surprise. "Ugh……I knew this day was going to be bad. It's Friday the 13th." He grumbled.
"What's wrong, Kisuke?" Yoruichi asked, though she didn't really seem interested at all. "You're actually a little pale."
Kisuke didn't look at her as he narrowed his hidden eyes at the letter, frowning. He didn't like what it was saying but he knew who it was from. He read all of the contents before he sighed and crumpled up the letter. "Just great. I wasn't expecting them to come back so soon." He muttered before looking at all of the curious eyes on him. "Ladies, gentlemen, change of plans for today. We're having a new arrival coming to Kankura very soon. We'll need to have the shop cleaned up and ready." He turned his steel gray eyes onto Tessai. "Tessai, we'll need to turn one of the storage rooms into a bed room. Clear everything out, if you will and make the right accomodations. That is if she decides to actually come here. Use the basement as a storage unit for now if we have to." He told him.
"Yes, Mr. Urahara, sir!" Tessai said before quickly going off to do what he was told.
Both Ururu and Jinta moved closer to Kisuke, looking at him rather curious. Even Yoruichi was staring at him with a curious expression. She frowned as she climbed to her feet and brushed her long bangs out of her face. "Kisuke, what's going on?" She asked sternly, her eyes not amused at all.
Kisuke met her gaze for only a moment before he turned away from her. He didn't walk away just yet but stared straight forward. For a long time, he just stood there, leaning against his cane and feeling it vibrate only a little. He knew very well that Princess Benihime was feeling exactly what he felt through their bond. And the spirit of his Zanpakuto was just as uneasy as he felt.
"Kisuke." Yoruichi said, trying to get his attention.
The Former Captain and Soul Reaper tilted his head towards her before shaking his head. He didn't want to involve her with the trouble he knew that would come soon. He didn't want her to involve herself. "Kenji's daughter is coming back, Yoruichi." He said very quietly, surprising his best friend. He only lowered his head and closed his eyes before letting out the long sigh he felt trapped in his chest. "She's finally come back."
"Attention, passengers. We are now approaching our designation and will be landing shortly. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts for the landing. If you are in need of assistance, please contact a stewardess immediately so we can help you with whatever your needs are." The annoying stewardess' voice jolted her awake.
Groaning, Takairi Hayashi sat up straighter in the seat she had been sitting in for nearly twelve hours since she left home. She really wanted to stand up and stretch but the seat belt light was on and she could feel the airplane starting to descend. She let out a long, somewhat loud yawn before turning her sleepy eyes onto the small window she was sitting by. She could see the ground already and wasn't entire thrilled to see it. In truth, she wasn't thrilled to be back in Japan. It had been almost nine years since she had left the country of her birth with her mother Nine years since the death of her father. And now, she was returning to the one place she didn't want to go back to just because her mother told her to.
She knew that her mother, Rinai Hayashi was only trying to protect her from the dangers that been threatening her for the past four years but did her mother seriously have to send her back to her home town? That was the last place that she wanted to return to.
However, Takairi respected her mother's wishes and let her put her on the plane back to Japan. But no matter how much she respected her mother, she was not going back to him. She would crash in a hotel or something but there was no way in hell that she was going to be in contact with that ridiculous man who had ruined her life when she was just a kid. It was his fault that she was like this. It was his fault that all of the kids in her school never liked her. It was his fault that she bore the scar.
A long time ago, she promised herself that she would never forgive what he had done, and she tended to keep that promise.
"Hmmm." Takairi sighed as she glared dully at the approaching ground before closing her eyes and drawling her long bangs over the left side of her face so that no one could see that half. "Home bitter home." She murmured before readying herself for the return.
