Exile from Home(Solo)

Junko was running, nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, and nowhere safe. Her sandals made the familiar clack as they made contact with the paving stones of the streets of Sereitei. She was in her shinigami robes, her blue eyes were red, her face bruising, and her body aching… She ignored these facts, she was an enemy to the state that she defended, for the crime of being herself. Anger is what she should have felt, but all she could feel is betrayal, betrayal from her comrades for believing a stranger.

Then again, challenging her captain in public didn’t help her comrades opinion of her.

The captain that she admired.

The captain that had died, and she had met sparred with under her guise of student.

The same feelings why she fought Kaiyo were coursing through her veins. Betrayal was a powerful, and hurtful thing.

How had she been betrayed this time…

--Earilier—

Junko was walking to her room, she had a good day, uneventful, but she had a few good drinks, made new friends, and new enemies via barfight, and now she stumbled home.

Home. That word holds more significance to Junko than ever. It was something that she was trying to earn back. Right now, she was stumbling back to her room, it was nearly morning, having gotten lost on the way back…

She was sobered up, and had a killer headache. Her Shinigami robes did little to protect her from the morning chill. A breeze carried a sense of dread. Something that she missed, and might end up dead…

Junko stumbled into the barracks, it was just before anyone would be waking up, and as she walked to her room, she didn’t notice the man who trailed her, his footfalls wouldn’t have triggered a pressure pad or any sound registering device, much less a human ear.

Junko didn’t notice the kido that was active right by her door, simply thinking it was one of her neighbors in their sleep, battling their minds with a zanpaktou.

No, she noticed none of this. Not until the hard push into her room sent her airborne, into the bedpost, which clocked her on the temple. And she rest blissfully ignorant of what would come…

Junko awoke, her legs tied together, and her arms tied at the wrists, and around her bedpost. Her mouth was ductaped shut, Her eyes opened, her eyesight blurred eyesight registering a man, a tall man, his face burnt quite badly, and his bare chest bore a stab scar from a pronged blade.

Next to the door was a big man, he filled up the room, and had muscles that would rivaled most pro body builders. Then there was a wiry little fellow, he had a glint in his hand, a knife, which ment he was nervous, or scared… OR both.

Junko’s eyesight sharpened, and the shirtless man stepped up, from her bed, and kicked her in the side, HARD. Junko tried to cry out, but the tape around her mouth prevented it. She felt something pop from that… With that, he mounted her, sat on Junko’s waist, on his knees. He had clearly practiced this, because Junko couldn’t move her legs up to knee him in the back.

Junko stifled a tear from the pain in her side, and the man atop of her began speaking, “So you little bitch, we finally found you again. You didn’t think you could get away from us forever… Well, the only reason we didn’t catch you is because you didn’t use your precious Shikai that was noticeable enough till your… defeat at your captain’s hands. Yes you evaded us once, defeated us once, but you were stronger then, and since we drained you, you will”, He leaned in close to Junko’s head,” never get your precious little powers back…” And Junko attacked with the only weapon available to her. Her head. It struck true, his nose making a sickening crack. Blood streamed out , spattering her face as he simply laid on her a moment… before returning ot his original position.

“You filthy whore, we were sent to kill you, but I don’t have a timetable, I get to toy with you and your body for quite a while now don’t I…” So he began beating her, Not her face, only hitting that occasionally… He hit her body, her stomach, her ribs, her arms, her chest, her neck, her wrists. He hit all of them, and finally with one resoundingly strong punch he hit her in the nose. Breaking it soundly, she was bloody, and bruised. And more importantly, submissive… She resigned herself, not to die, but to find the opportunity to strike back, and live.

“Knife” the man said, and the glint was tossed to his hand, and he made a blindingly fast cut to her chin, right under it, and blood spilled slowly onto the hardwood floor.

Junko didn’t realize what he was doing at first, but he started cutting her arms around the shoulders, then with he scooted back, sitting more on her thighs now, and cut straight down the middle of her robe, then he pulled it away, flinging it to a corner, and her upper half of her body lay bare, save for her undergarments, Junko then realized what he meant by, “You and your body.” He was going to…

Junko made that realization, and began to struggle for her life, she writhed and wurmed, squiggling and squaling. She almost bucked him off her, then he grabbed her belt and stabilized, and punched her in the jaw. Followed by a quick cut across her belly. Blood made her body slick, but her mind’s gears were grabbing full on to the situation. Durring that struggle, she slid her hands underneath the bedpost, freeing them. She started murmering, to start a cover for her kido, if she were to use any...

SHUDDAP!, He shouted, and backhanded her, and started just beating her sensless again, but he dropped the knife, which landed near her side. Junko had to stay conscious, as he started beating her head. She felt blood in her mouth, and then he stopped, put his hands on his knees, he spat on her.

Junko sat up the pain of doing so was encumbersome, she twisted slightly, grabbing the knife, and slit his throat.

And that lightning moment, blood just splattered her face, her neck, her chest, mingling with her own blood. And he slowly fell off her, gasping for breath, Neither of the men in there realized anything was wrong… Yet.

As he hit the ground, with a thud, both men turned to see Junko bloody and standing with a bloody weapon, the knife man shrieked, and the big man charged. Junko threw the knife, defenseless against his strength if he took another step. The knife plunged into his skull, and stay there, He was dead. The little knife man ran out her door, shrieking, “MURDERER! HELP HELP, SHE’S A MURDERER!” Nothing to be done about that now, Junko just let her pants drop to the floor, she would calmly explain the situation, how they barged into her room, assaulted her, how they intended to violate her.

That was the plan. Shame plans always seem to fail.

That’s what this one did. Her squad members simply had to see two dead bodies and the shrieking man’s story, that she was a murderer, was true. She was blood covered, and as the squadmembers prepared to arrest her. She said, ”Can I at least get dressed first?”, which they hesitated, the time she needed to actually get dressed, they allowed. Although they were guarding her carefully. She got dressed, wrapping an extra belt around her cut on her stomache.

Junko put her hands behind her back, and said, “I’m sorry”, And punched one in the face, hard, she went down and didn’t get up, Junko continued rotation with her body, sweeping the man from his feet and punching him once to get the job done. He was stunned for a minute. Junko threw some things in a travel bag. Her armor’s remains she strapped on, which was basically the skirt and breastplate. And she ran, evading other squad members rushing toward her room, her face still bloody and bruised, she ran. How could she run, where could she run. Why was home gone… And so, tears streaming down her face… she ran…