Don't own Bleach.
Utsumi woke with a start. the early morning sun catching his eye through the leaves of the tree. He hopped down onto the sidewalk gripping his Zanpakuto as he does. He thought about what his dream meant and what she could possibly want him to do now. He has left the Soul Society, Seireitei behind. Unsure on where to start he thought to himself,may as well take a walk.
As the world of the living passed him by, person by person, street by street, he finally considered some of the repercussions of his actions back at the Seireitei. He knew he was going to be declared a traitor for abanoning his post. He just hopes his Captain understands. In all the conversations he had had with Captain Kyoraku he seemed like a reasonable man. Regardless of that, Utsumi knows he abandoned his post and will not, in all likelihood, be allowed back. His one regret is that he was unable to say goodbye.
Utsumi Kaito continued his walk down the streets of the he learned was called Karakura. It was small in relation to the Seireitei but he could get used to it. He could feel strong Reiatsu all around this town. Perfect place for a Hollow feeding frenzy. Utsumi thought grimly to himself. He shunpoes away ontop of a house to get a lay of the land that is to be his home.
The dream he had last night still haunts him, the woman that was his zanpakuto had came to him in a dream. What did that mean? Does it mean I'm close to bankai or was she just there to tell me to get my head out of my ass? he pondered. The thought of obtaining his Bankai was thrilling as it was but was he ready?
Utsumi turned left and came across little store. He approached it when he saw a black cat just staring at him with thin yellow slits for eyes. If it were human, it would be a suspicious glare. Utsumi ignored it for what it appeared to be and carried on to the store. Just as he was about to enter, he was forcefully dragged down the nearest alley and held up against the wall with a small dagger at his throat.
"Who are you and what do you want?" a female voice said.
Atsumi could only see the golden eyes. her face and hair were covered. He didn't know how to respond. It was his first day here and they found him already. "I'm Utsumi Kaito, I am...was third seat of Squad 8." he said gulping hoping the attacker would let him go.
She loosened her grip but kept the knife in place before responding, "Was? What do you mean?" she asks the suspicion and distrust still in her eyes.
Utsumi just stared at her, "It means that I'm done with the Soul Society. If that means you are going to kill me, then bloody well get on with it." he said face turned to stone. No longer afraid but waiting for the inevitable end. Much to his surprise he felt the sharp edge of the blade leave his neck with nothing more than a trickle of blood.
The woman just nodded grabbed Utsumi by the elbow and pulled him into the store to meet with her friend.
The store was bland and boring, the shelves barely stocked it looked like they were just setting it up. A man approached wearing a white and green striped hat with green robes and clogs on his feet. He approached waving a fan frantically from side to side, "Yoruichi, I was wondering if you'd ever actually step foot in my store. You've been out there for the last month." He said hiding his smirk behind his fan.
She just glared at the man before speaking, "Kisuke this is Utsumi Kaito. He say's he's done the soul society." She said in a way that there was a hidden meaning shared just between the two of them. She gestured to the man in the hat and clogs introducinging him, "This is Kisuke Urahara."
The Kisuke Urahara? Had I really been that fortunate? Utsumi thinks to himself. "Urahara, I'm sorry that you were exiled. I tried to ask Captain Kyoraku to petition against it but he said there wasn't anything he could do."
Urahara just smiled slightly behind his fan, "I didn't expect him to. Anyway what can I do for you?" the shopkeeper asks.
Utsumi didn't know what to do so he just explained his situation to Yoruichi and Urahara, from his gut feeling about Aizen and his cohort to his leaving the Seireitei. They just listened hearing an almost kindred spirit in a way. The only difference being he's here voluntarily.
Urahara took in his story and found it hard to believe, a seated officer was able to simply sneak away without anyone noticing, was near on impossible. He knew it was possible he just didn't believe anyone under a lieutenant could possible have the ability to do that.
Yoruichi sat cross legged listening to the man's tale with suspicion, she could believe it if he was actually exiled officially not the fact that he was able to escape, unharmed no less, to world of the living. "I'm sorry but, I'm going to believe you were just simply leave the Soul Society. It can't be done." She said still eyeing Utsumi.
Utsumi bristled, he is many things, but a liar is not one of them. "Look, I understand what happened was... inprobable, but it happened. So you can waste your time questioning me about it or we can come up with some way to expose Aizen and help the victims he has hurt."
Urahara looked at Yoruichi for any sign that she agrees none came but Urahara always knows more than he lets on, "Come on Yoruichi, he hasn't given us a reason not to believe him."
Yoruichi stared into Utsumi's bright blue eyes and saw something in them, she couldn't describe what it was, whether it was truth or something else but it made up her mind, "Fine, but you owe me for this Kisuke." She said with a smirk.