朽木 白哉
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“One step at a time.”



“Albeit, with these struggles in tow, I strive towards some semblance of peace in daily routine. Meditation, contributions, training, introspection. I seek to understand what I did not understand, yesterday - even the obstacles.” -



“All of which elude me at the moment. I’ve spent the past years battling the same internal forces you face now, and still I have yet to decipher that persisting question.”

He turned his attention to Renji’s inebriated, saddened, disposition in search of something. Resolve. -



“If I were Kurosaki Ichigo, I’m sure I would have some rebellious conception of an answer that echos inspiring truth;

Or Rukia’s contemplative poetry;

Perhaps the deceased Genryusai Yamamoto’s wizened insight and penchant for brutal honesty.” -



Renji, a mirror, reflected the outward expression of these omitted emotions and therefore regarded with the utmost honesty one could muster.

“You stifle me, Renji.” He stood from the chair and approached the windowpane, immaculate in the opaque moonlight. -



He learned that centuries ago when his wife perished; the testament of his mortality nowadays came in the dead hours of barbaric night terrors —out of that came constant enveloping in thoughts good or absolutely horrendous. -



to every question within himself. He was quite normal as time, and sufferance lead him to understand. . . The last name, title, and regal moniker of Kuchiki did not warrant any tangible barrier, impenetrable, to shield Byakuya. -



Receptive to this, the introspective Kuchiki noble placed the full glass aside on the Lieutenants desk.

He may have been older, more knowledgeable, and a seasoned participant in conflict —but he was not omnipresent or omnipotent, and did not contain the answer -



Whether a millennia before their conception, or in the centuries of their raising, the chapters of defeats were etched into their very anatomy — to suffer the sins of their forefathers and undertake the responsibility of what’s to come. -



a rift that pulsed and expanded in obscurity in preparation for the day its rage could explode a sentient rage in individual souls whom were oppressed into extinction by none other than the two men in this room. -



The initial break of the invasion - he nor his second seat were powerful enough to withstand the brunt of an incomprehensible assailing from an unpredictable enemy that lie in the sullied rift of Soul Societies history; -



A brush, subtle as the springs breeze, of phantom pain swathes his body in an overwhelming torrent of which coerced him into a past he yearned to forget. His reminiscence urged him to remember not only the losses of the innocent, but his own failings in particular. -



Though detached, Renji’s confessions were received and transmuted onto the glossy tumbler an illusory mirroring where Byakuya sat seated at the forefront bearing witness to previous events that undoubtedly marred his psyche. -


⠀⠀The redhead downed his cup of sake in one fluid motion. He set the cup down on the table with a hollow thunk. A sigh falls from his lips, hand running through his locks.

⠀⠀"Congratulations Captain, you've won the award for understatement of the year."

⠀⠀Svelte digits grasp the bottle —


He casts a patient gaze upon Renji, assimilating his initial sentence before the pause, discontented about where the conversation may lead, a thought he obscured with indifference, humbly accepting the libation in hand and conducting close examination; -



Casts a keen eye over the timeline.



In the crystalline reflection of the glass, Renji’s retelling plays out in filmic fashion.

“Yes, it was unfortunate.” Which is all he could will himself to say at the moment until another abrupt comment.

“A memento of how gravely we failed those poor souls.”



Haply they’re equally distraught about an identical conflict. Effortlessly, he regathered his composure and reclined in the office chair swirling his alcohol in the glass content so it could settle, a wont gained from his father. -



Compassion, a lance, primed a sharpened tip at the sword that was that ideology ——drowsy, the clan head contemplated his amok reverie. Why exactly did Abarai’s presentation of saké warrant that sudden hearken of distrust? -



. . . Wise council reverberated through this region of thought.

𓈒∘ ❝ 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙰 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. ❞ 𓈒∘ -



had made dishonorable mistakes more than once to assure and moreover cement the reputation of the clan, piety of the laws in Seireitei, and dismally personal pride.

Recollecting these stories, a much less mature mind coveted their vainglorious details. . . -



It was a force of habit ——tales of ancestors croaking in a pool of foam after ingesting a poisoned drink. His honorable grandfather, spectator to these events, accounted affairs where the venerable Kuchiki’s had not been so venerable, and that in his lifetime, -



He casts a patient gaze upon Renji, assimilating his initial sentence before the pause, discontented about where the conversation may lead, a thought he obscured with indifference, humbly accepting the libation in hand and conducting close examination; -


⠀⠀𝘽𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝘽𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠 ❗

⠀⠀It took the drunken redhead's brain a few long seconds to process what was happening. Was this reality? Was the Captain actually going to drink with him and listen to his problems?

⠀⠀Snaps out of his thoughts and stagers to his —


Complicated is a word that utterly surmises the years prior and coming. . . His staid countenance is suddenly dwarfed by that of a pensive expression.

“Surely not complicated enough to share.”

His threatening consideration is rendered meaningless -



via one request.

“Pour me a cup of saké, please. And while your hands are occupied finding a second glass, you might humor me with this ‘complicated’ circumstance that lead you here to drink.”



Complicated is a word that utterly surmises the years prior and coming. . . His staid countenance is suddenly dwarfed by that of a pensive expression.

“Surely not complicated enough to share.”

His threatening consideration is rendered meaningless -


⠀⠀SHIT! 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧! Oh man, he's gonna lose his job! Anything but that! He can't go back to Rukongai and mud sandwiches! Anything but that!

⠀⠀He swallowed hard, shrinking slightly beneath his captain's stern gaze, "Sorry, Captain. I —


Meticulous steps court him to the chair behind the desk where he could examine Renji from the closet of ranges. -



“Frankly, in the presence of such distastefulness I find myself pondering the furtherance of your employment, Lieutenant Abarai.”