The Adaptive Quincy of Bleach

It had been roughly three months since Sora's little trip to the Soul Society. His schedule had changed slightly since school had started.

Now, his schedule was to wake up at 6:30, do early morning exercises, go to school with Uryu, and when school was over, take Ichigo to the Vizards—with his consent, of course. The boy's problem with his spiritual energy leaking was being somewhat fixed, though at all times, Sora kept track of Ichigo's progress.

Ichigo was showing great progress. Sora sometimes stopped by to watch it; Ichigo could now use his Bankai alongside his Hollow mask for roughly five minutes. Good stuff.

Though, when Orihime was there, that time went from five minutes to one minute... and his power dropped significantly.

Sora couldn't have his rival scared of the huzz, and thus, every time Ichigo was exhausted, Sora would slowly inject more of his spiritual energy into Ichigo in order to, over time, break the control of whoever was limiting his potential.

For some odd reason, anytime Ichigo mentioned Old Man Zangetsu, Sora got angry. He didn't know why—something about that person just ticked him off.

On a less Ichigo-related note, Orihime was there. Her healing abilities were truly amazing, though she wasn't healing as much as she was just rejecting phenomena.

Sora got curious... and asked her to try rejecting his adaptation.

Her ability had zero effect on him. Matter of fact, he adapted to it; her shield was now useless to him. She could still heal, though, which was neat.

Chad now had one white arm and one black one. Apparently, training with the Vizards gave him a boost in power somehow.

All in all, everyone seemed happy with their progress.

As for Sora's relationship with Rukia, it was fine. Some would say they were doing great.

Anyway, he had to imbue her body with more spells—two more, to be exact. One spell was basically a shield since she didn't want to just be a brawler. The other spell was to help her Zanpakuto ability, specifically her freezing powers, which she now knew came from her body.

He may have had her train with Yoruichi in the art of Hakuda so that her hand-to-hand combat improved greatly.

Anyway, Ransōtengai had been used a total of five times since the last time he had used it.

Understandably, two of those times were when he was inscribing the seal onto her body.

The other was just him testing out how good he was with it, and surprisingly enough, he could fight about as well as when every bone in his body wasn't broken.

The fourth time was when they were watching a show together, and she kept grinding herself there—not in a way like she was asking for it or like she did it intentionally.

No, it was completely unintentional. She was just watching the show and was amazed by all the stuff she saw. She kept turning around, asking him questions and so on, which ended in him having to use Ransōtengai.

Finally, the fifth time was when he used it to make Ichigo pull Orihime close to himself... He had a ship he wanted to sell, and if this man was scared of the huzz, let the huzz come to him.

Sure, Orihime may have a bigger rack and would probably be ranked as prettier, but who cares?

Rukia was better, and as the main character, his opinion was the only one that really mattered. Everyone else would eventually be pushed to the sidelines.

He looked at his girlfriend. She had developed quite a lot in those past three months.

Sora yawned a bit.

His gaze went toward Rukia, who had entered the room. She wore some casual clothes—his shirt and some white shoes.

"Don't you have school tomorrow? Why are you still up?" she asked, to which he shrugged, saying:

"Its fine. Worst case scenario, I use Ransōtengai and act like everything's fine."

Well, it wasn't like he couldn't do it; he 100% could do that.

"Plus, isn't this your favorite show? Let's watch it," he said, gesturing to his lap... Ransōtengai at the ready.

Okay, so maybe, just maybe, he was pissing on the Quincy name by doing such a thing. However, he was not trying to let her feel him being hard.

He rather liked when she sat on his lap and would rather not have to deal with her turning into a mess sitting down there—or the real reason: his brother-in-law finding out and him dying in his sleep.

He would rather not have to explain to Byakuya that his sister turned him on.

"You've been coming to the human world a lot more often. Is the Soul Society busy or something?" he asked casually, opening up the TV as her show started.

He wondered what made her love this show so much... and then he saw all the cute and adorable creatures in the show... and he got it.

Sure, it was a children's show—who cares? She liked it; they were watching it.

Somehow, his minimum-income job allowed for his simple lifestyle. It had nothing to do with Sora going to a horse race competition and betting on the horse that appeared the weakest before using Ransōtengai to make the horse win.

He would never do such a thing. He had morals.

Anyway, his Ultra HD television started playing with crisp quality. Truly wonderful.

"The Seireitei has been quiet for a while. Brother mentioned that they were getting ready to look for Aizen. From what sources gather, he is staying in Hueco Mundo. His Hōgyoku seems inactive."

Sora blinked once... then twice.

No, the Hōgyoku was active—reason why he was in such a rush to get stronger. The Hōgyoku was beyond a doubt active, so why would Aizen be taking so long...

CLICK

The Hōgyoku was active, yes... However, it probably did not recognize Aizen as its master, since it was awakened after draining Sora of 90% of his spiritual energy. Sora was probably considered its master.

Aizen had probably spent the last three months removing all traces of Sora's power from the Hōgyoku and filling it up with his own.

Though Sora did wonder why the Hōgyoku activated when it came to him—as if Sora was a magnet with negative pull and the Hōgyoku was a magnet with positive pull.

Odd.

Or like a missing piece of a puzzle... Truly odd.

Sora, however, didn't care about Aizen's petty schemes. Yes, in his opinion, he viewed those schemes as petty.

Becoming a god... He didn't care about that BS. Ruling others? He felt hollow to that feeling.

Ever since Sora could remember, he craved companionship—people he could call friends, family, his own.

His mother used to say that as a child, he did not cry much, just tried to reach out for her any chance he got—only really crying when he was hungry or needed something.

Which basically told Sora he craved the warmth that was companionship.

It was as if he felt immense emptiness, as if experiencing millions of years of solitude and finally getting to experience love and care for the first time.

Experiencing those emotions and then watching helplessly as his mother's life was snuffed from her... He hated himself for being too weak to protect her—the one person who had loved him and cared for him back then. He deeply loathed himself for this.

"The snack shop open—" Before she could finish her sentence, a little snack could be seen in her hand.

"I brought it in advance. I just knew you would want it."

"How did you know I wanted to try the cucumber flavor?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Felt like it and bought it."

"Sometimes it feels like you can see the future," she added after a bit.

Resting his head on her head, he opened his mouth and said:

"Maybe I can."

Sora planted a kiss on her neck. This was what he wanted to live for.

Moments like this... Precious moments like these—romantic moments with a significant other, sibling rivalry with his brother, fatherly affection from his dad, and friends.

This was what mattered to him... Not being the best.

He was no god. He was just Sora.

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An entity could be seen. It had no feeling or emotion visible on its face. It seemed not to feel pain nor pleasure. Its expression was rather plain.

The only significant part of this entity was the fact that it possessed four pupils. Its gaze was lifeless.

It felt nothing.

It... was neither dead nor alive.

It... possessed no limbs.

It... watched.

A/N....use reading comprehension.