[SCENE — EARLY EVENING | SMALL CAFE PATIO | SUNSET FILTERING THROUGH THE WINDOWS]
Sora could be seen with the Soul King, eating ice cream. They had done pretty much everything on the to-do list.
As Sora began using his Almighty, he frowned—really frowned.
The future he was seeing...
He gazed at the Soul King.
"No," was his very cold reply. He would not accept it.
The man sighed a bit.
"He is still your brother," the man's voice was calm.
"And I say hell no. He killed my mom. The hell you take me for, Naruto? I will not be turning the other cheek. I am not the model Christian," he said with a very angry look on his face.
Under no circumstance would he let Yhwach leave this alive. He would kill this man, even if it was the last thing he did.
None of that peace stuff.
The Soul King took in a deep breath. Convincing Sora would be a lot harder than he thought.
Hm... thinking of his time with the boy, convincing might not work. And blackmail wouldn't work either—there wasn't any blackmail big enough to make him forgive Yhwach.
Truly, he wouldn't give a fuck if Byakuya found out about him and Rukia. Worst-case scenario, he'd just make him forget about it.
So, he would need something Sora liked—and promise a big amount of it. Sora wasn't the kind to be tempted by women, that the Soul King could tell.
Even if he gave the vibe of a playboy, the way Sora viewed the world—how his sight worked—made it very hard for him to be flirted with.
He could see a person down to their Reishi or Kishi makeup, depending on if it was a soul or someone from the physical realm.
So most of the time, it was simply a bunch of Kishi or Reishi he saw. To put it into perspective, imagine that a girl was speaking to you, but you didn't see her face.
Instead, you saw her muscles, her bone structure—even her atoms.
It would be hard to fall in love with appearance. Which is probably why he ended up with Rukia. It was either her or Yoruichi; it depended on who he had met first really—a coin toss.
At the end of the day, he was kind and soft. He wouldn't do something if there was no need for it.
Without those morals and that kindness, Hueco Mundo and Soul Society would have been long gone.
"What are you doing?" Sora said, confused, watching the look in the Soul King's eyes. He didn't like that look.
The man reached out his hand and Sora seemed a bit on guard. What was the old man planning?
Adyneus then proceeded to pat his head.
Gently patting the boy's silver hair.
"Hey... stop that," he said with very fake conviction. We're talking NTR victim kind of conviction—telling someone to stop while barely putting up a fight.
"Do you honestly believe that I will stop hating him because of headpats...?"
Time skip.
Sora glared at the Soul King like he had been played.
"Let's say I even considered that thought..." Some blood leaked out of his mouth. Damn, that hate ran deep.
"How would I even talk to him?" he asked, to which the Soul King looked behind him.
There, three girls could be seen walking toward him.
"Oh for fuck's sake..."
Like a synchronized, runway-level strut of impending trouble wrapped in miniskirts and ego.
Black hair.Green hair.Pink hair.
All in human-world attire. All very much not human.
Sora exhaled through his nose, lowering his glass.
Their Reiryoku was unmistakable—light, sharp, and charged with the sterile perfection only the Quincy race could exude. It felt like touching a clean knife in a sterile lab. Cold. Refined. Beautiful.
His eyebrow twitched again.
"Why'd it have to be the damn Bambies..."
He hadn't even moved, and Bambietta was already smirking in his direction, hips cocked like her confidence had been manufactured by a military budget.
"Well hellooo, cutie," Bambietta said, her voice oozing syrup-slick charm. "You from around here? I'm kinda new in town. Think you could show me around?"
Sora smiled.
Painfully. Like a customer service rep trapped in a 10-hour shift.
"Sure. I know all the nice places."Like jail. Or deep, spiritual sleep.
Meanwhile, Candice had already zeroed in on the Soul King—who, in his human Gigai form, stood nearby like a bored divine tourist in a custom-tailored coat. He blinked once. Just once.
Candice leaned forward, hands on her hips, an electrical spark riding her grin. "And who's the tall, delicious stranger? You got a name, silver fox?"
Sora didn't hold back the shit-eating grin now.
{"Go on, tell her, Adyneus."} Speaking directly to his dad's mind.
The man didn't even flinch. His eyes met Sora's briefly.
{"Enough."}
The telepathic whisper cracked in Sora's skull like thunder under silk.
Still worth it though.
"I see he's the shy, mysterious type," Candice said, licking her lip in a way that should've been illegal.
Sora did his best not to laugh. Well, this would be fun.
{Operation get Uryu some bitch—let's go.}
{We will not be calling it that.}
{You no fun.}