Exile
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of or related to BLEACH.
Dedication: This one is dedicated to my brilliant beta, Translucent Darkness, who is graduating this year; I'll miss her when she's in college.
Urahara Kisuke stood in front of the portal he had created for Isshin's son and his friends to pass through to Soul Society. His hand was close to his chest, closed tightly into a fist. The slight sting of pain from when he tried to touch it was still there, causing more than just physical pain.
Everything… all of this… Kuchiki Rukia's loss of powers, capture and soon to be punishment… everything that happened to and around her… It was all Kisuke's fault.
If I hadn't created that abomination… If I hadn't been so ambitious… The indifferent façade the shop-keeper wore shifted to a scowl, and his three employees' eyes widened in surprise. He was usually a cheerful guy.
If I hadn't… His eyes closed, and he turned sharply away from the portal, ignoring the questions Jinta was asking. He had made the two children, Ururu, and Jinta, because he was lonely back then. Tessai was there, but it wasn't the same. Youruichi was often gone, gathering information, and Isshin had met Masaki and gotten married, and Hiyori might as well have loathed him now, so there was no one around him for a long period of time.
Kisuke left the basement training ground and went to his room. Sitting down on the floor, he glared at it. All of them, except maybe Isshin, who he had a feeling would have left Soul Society with or without the others, would still be up in 'heaven' as seated officers to the Gotei 13.
Youruichi would still be head of the Special Forces with Soifon by her side, and the cat would no doubt still be teasing the present captain of the sixth division, Kuchiki Byakuya. Harako Shinji would still be captain of the Fifth Division and his former fuku-taicho would still be on a leash. All the other vaizards would have their respective positions, teasing each other and causing chaos. Isshin would probably be trying to keep both his lives, the one as taicho of the Tenth Division and the one in the living world as a father.
Most importantly, the Hougyoko wouldn't be in existence. Aizen wouldn't be after it for Kami only knows what.
Kisuke hated that he could never take back what he did. He loathed what he had caused for the people around him, the pain and trials they went through, and he hated that he couldn't fix it: their situations, what they had become.
More than that, though, he hated that he couldn't move anywhere.
He hated his exile.
AN: Yeah, I was feeling a bit dark when I wrote this, but I'd been wanting to for a while. Weird. Thank you all for reading, and please leave a review if you want!