This is going to be a drabble set. I originally wanted it to be a one-shot, but then I realized that it has the potential to get massive. It's just something to get my mind working. That, and some of the sentences wouldn't leave me alone. It's a general fic. There may be hints to pairs, but nothing concrete. If I made an error (like information wise, etc) somewhere, let me know.
Disclaimer: I own nothing that isn't mine because as a general rule, poor college students don't have much.
At Fault
Sometimes, Kisuke Urahara thinks Aizen and the winter war are his fault.
Granted, that information is probably true. He was the one that created the Hougyoku, after all; the one that presented the idea in the first place, if only in theory.
Even though it's most likely true, he wouldn't ever admit it if asked. He would mostly likely wave his fan and grin, claiming to not know what the asker was talking about. He'd push it aside with a smile that could fool even General Yamamoto himself, and he'd leave his doubting and regrets for his own brooding time.
He hasn't been asked, or blamed, or anything yet, but he knows that eventually that day will come. He doesn't exactly have an answer for when it does, but he'll deal with that when he gets there. Sometimes he really wonders what he was thinking when he chose Rukia Kuchiki's gigai for the placement of the object that could lead to everyone's doom.
He wonders if anyone would even be able to understand it, understand what he did or why he did it. Some days he doesn't even know if he knows.
If one person did though, it would probably be Yoruichi. There are times when she could just look at him and he knew. Another bad piece of news would come in and that glint of understanding would be in her eyes. They wouldn't have to say anything, and he was grateful for that.
He regretted dragging her into it a little, he thinks, though he didn't have to pull many teeth for her to follow him. She did that well enough on her own. He wonders if things would have been different if he would've been more solid about leaving and facing his screw ups alone.
Those days he shakes his head and remembers something he heard Jinta say once. Shoulda, coulda, woulda. He couldn't change those things now, and he supposed he should just be grateful for what he had.