The Adaptive Quincy of Bleach

Holding Rukia close to his chest, he ignored the feeling of the little orb demanding more of his Reiryoku, he also ignored the feeling of his Reiryoku pool growing bit by bit, the longer he held onto the orb.

None of that mattered to him.

Moving in the shadow, Sora was almost stopped as Yamamoto's fire were starting to illuminate the whole Seireitei, limiting how much shadow he could use.

He carefully made his way to Sogyoku Hill, from where he had planned to get to the jail, get Chad and Ganju out of jai-

Huh, they escaped, good dam.

Using his control over the reishi of the Seireitei, Sora sent them all a clear message.

{I have Rukia}

This should be their signal to leave, Sora wondered why he saw no sign of Byakuya, it was as if the man had decided to turn a blind eye to everything that had been happening in the soul society.

Well who cares, he was about to leave with the prize.

Maybe even get a kiss for it, truly a worthy trade.

Now to leave Society and never have to meet those fucker again.

Though throughout the way, that little orb kept trying to fuse with him, trying to become one with him.

If only life could be so simple.

"Hadō #31. Shakkahō"

And just like that, Sora was kicked out of the shadow because some dick decided to shine a very bright light where he was.

Holding Rukia close to his chest, he was planning on quickly dealing with who did that before going on his merry way.

His gaze landed on the man responsible.

Low and Behold, Aizen Sosuke was there, standing there in all of his glory, next to him, the man who never opened his eyes, Gin was also there, and then there was Tōsen or whatever his name was.

Wow, so 3 people of captain level, Sora was confident he could beat Tōsen in a one-on-one match, and Gin probably would a much, much harder fight.

He was iffy about Aizen, this man could/would probably beat him....and now here he was, surrounded by all three of them.

At this point, he was like that one white girl surrounded by 3 black guys, no matter how much he try, he will not get out of this situation unfuck.

Someone is going to get touched.

And he doesn't know about you, but getting diddle in front of your girlfriend, is not a good look.

"Welcome Sora Ishida," Aizen said in a rather gentle voice.

"Did you have fun in your little escapade, unfortunately, I would have to stop you, you have something I want"

Behind them, the gruff voice of an old man could be heard yelling.

"Taimatsu"

As Sora turned around, he could see the explosion that was caused by the old man's attack.....yeah, his clone was cooked, the sheer firepower behind the attack was so intense that even Sora's sweat evaporated.

His throat even became dry, all humidity in the air was consumed by the fiery inferno.

"Lucky that's not me" Gin practically taunted.

Sora could understand the longer he waited, the higher his chances of becoming a fly high on Uryu's Instagram bio was getting.

He was in no mood of becoming a circle chain or become the reason his cousin finally get some play, nor become another Quincy statistic, fuck that.

Sora knew his limit and this told him.....he stood 0 chance of beating Yamamoto, he would have a better chance of winning this 3 vs 1, matter of fact he would have a better chance at saying the N-word in an all-black neighborhood.

A higher chance at just going to Mexico and saying the cartel ain't shit while driving through their hood, yes, he believe his survival chances were much higher in those situations than ever, and I repeat, ever try and fight that monster.

"Using a clone made out of Reishi in order to lure the captain commander away from your true intention is quite an ingenious plan, just a mindless clone won't survive long against the captain commander, how long do you think it will take before the captain realize the truth"

FUCK YOU.

This dude has been the biggest cock blocker since he had entered the soul society, acting all smart and shit, jeez he didn't like him, he already had Uryu, and he did not want to deal with another smart-ass.

Sora made his gun appear in his hand, his wheel appearing above his head, making sure Rukia was safe in his hold, he glared at them, he was one minute away from going all out, using Hirenkyaku in order to blitz them.

He was ready to use Hirenkyaku, or at least a new variation of it, something better, something even faster.

Before Sora could blink his way to safety, he saw it.

In Aizen's grip, Uryu Ishida could be seen, alongside a pass-out Ichigo.

"I wouldn't be that brash if I were you"

FUCK YOU AND YOUR WHOLE BLOODLINE.

"Hand them over." Sora practically growled.

Uryu was his cousin, he saw him like a little brother and he would be dammed if Uryu were to get hurt here.

He would be dammed before someone he cares about dies.

His Reiatsu unconsciously begins leaking out of his body.

The orb in his pocket glowed a bit as Sora's desire for more power, and need for strength seemed to resonate with it.

Usually, the calculating Aizen would use this to get the boy angrier, however, this would do more harm than good.

For one the boy could resonate with the Hogyoko becoming its master and making it a lot harder for Aizen to get.

Matter of fact he was like 95% there.

Aizen could practically see the orb trying to fuse itself into the boy chest.

For two, the boy's power, and his adaptation were not something he wanted to deal with right now, the reason why currently his Kyoka Suigetsu was not activated, much less his blade being drawn.

For 3, Hitsguya had just found out about Aizen's whole kill streak on the Central 46 and it was just a matter of time before all the captains came here.

Just like Sora was in a rush, so was he?

However, he wouldn't show it on his face, he acted like he had all the time in the world.

He could kill the boy here....that however would mean ending this little project now, he gazed at Ichigo and then at Sora, he spent quite some time on those 2, and it would be such a shame if his investment did not pan out well.

"Aizen you traitor" A dog man appeared.....though Aizen did proceed to one shoot the dog man.

"Sora, hand over the Hogyoko, and your cousin's life will be spared," The man said calmly.

'So that's its name' Sora thought to himself as he took the small ball from his pocket.

Also yes, he refer to Aizen as Its, as that thing does not deserve to be called by anything else after being such a cock block.

The ball seems to be glowing with a light silver aura.

Upon seeing this, Aizen's brow furrowed a bit, he was right to take action now, if this Hogyoko had spent even a day in Sora's presence, it would have long since fused with the boy.

Deciding the best course of action was simply to listen as the man said, he took the Hogyoku and reached out his hand to the man.

Aizen looked at Gin, who promptly removed his hand from his blade, maybe blood wouldn't be shed after all.

"Why do you want it so badly, anyway" Sora added dryly.

Aizen being the smart ass that he was, instantly deducted what Sora was trying to pry from this question, however as the S-tier Yapper that he was, still a Tier below Shinji, he would not say no to some good Yapping.

"All Soul reapers have a limit, no matter how hard they try, once they reach that limiter they cannot gain any more strength" The man explained

"However there exists a way where one could surpass such a limit, you should be quite aware of it, Sora"

As those words left the man's mouth, Sora remembered the visored, so this was this man doing all along.

Jeez.

Before Sora could react, the man appeared in front of him, causing his eyes to widen a bit.

The Hogyoku or whatever that thing was had drained roughly 90% of his Reiryoku, so he was quite weakened right now.

The man gently touched his face.

"You look exactly like her"

"....What do you mean?" Sora said not really liking where this was going.

Removing his hand from Sora's cheek, the man took the Hogyoku in his hand, he looked at it.

"I was right to send Rukia to the human world"

"Stop with the fucking build-up, spill it"Sora was feeling quite angry, more at his own powerlessness, however, this man weirdly felt familiar, he looked somewhat like that man in the picture.

"Sending Rukia to Karakura town, having her power gifted to a human, to you wanting to get closer to her, I purposefully gave you two more time to bond in order to ensure that you would be here...I must say I am quite impressed, blending into the soul society, disguising yourself as a squad 4 member in order to avoid suspiciously, using reishi constructs in order to guide your team, using a new form of Letz Stilz in order to defeat Shunsui and sending captain Yamamoto on a wild Goose chase, you develop quite well"

Sora didn't like a word of this at all.

"How the fuck did you know I would get attracted to Rukia."

The man smiles.

"Why deceive yourself, you should have figured out the reason by now."

The answer was simple the Hogyoku, still why.

Aizen then proceeded to remove his glass, passing his hand threw his hair in order to sleek his hair back a bit.

Sora wondered if he had hair gell in there

"Aizen, you are not going anywhere, move and you die" Yoruichi's voice was heard saying as she and Soifon had their grip on the man.

Aizen simply ignored them.

His gaze landed on Sora, ignoring all of the captains present.

"Aizen what is the meaning of this?" A man with white hair and a horrible lung condition said.

The very next second a beam of light came from heaven, enveloping Aizen and his allies.

He gazed down at the people below, from the corner of his eyes, he saw Sora place his hand in the light, and the wheel above the boy's head spun.

Well, that would prove to be a bother.

"How far have you fallen Aizen" The man with lung problem said.

Sora gazed at the man, precisely at his lungs, there was a familiar feeling there.

He completely tuned out Aizen's speech about how he was finally going to sit at the top, the vacancy in there would be filled by him and him alone.

"Do not disappoint me...So.."

As those words left Aizen's mouth, Sora stood there confused.

At one end he was stunned, why the fuck would he be trying to live up to this man's standards, he wasn't his dad...

On the other, fuck the man, now all eyes were on him.

Well, he didn't care, holding Rukia like she was just a precious gem.

He highly boops her nose.

"You okay..."

"Sora you...." Sora felt his energy tank reach zero, yup, he was utterly drained.

Yamamoto just gazes at the child....this whole time, he had been fighting a clone.

As Sora's eyes fluttered open and close, suddenly the smoke demon appeared in front of him, uncaring of the serious tension in the air.

"You are Sora Ishida right?"

"Yes sir....I am 16, and my blood type is O-, I did not kill anyone I swear"

Could you tell this old man scared him shitless

He refuse to get anywhere near this smile demon.

This monster.

"This is practically a Mandigo party, well I suppose I can't just walk out now can I"

The look he got from most of them told him the answer to that question was no.

"So hum, no grudges"

A/N...I wonder what Aizen was getting at? Well probably no need to think too deeply into it, Sora was just born different I guess, and that concludes the Soul Society arc.

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