Weird dream(101)

Sora had a weird-ass dream, one where he was Gary Sue level OP.

...Yeah... that version of him could beat his ass with one pinky... maybe that was a bit much.

Though his methods were crude and followed the books way too much, barely any creativity, like it had been sucked out of him by one of the many Quincy women this version of him was fucking.

It wasn't two girls... more like four.

This man seemed to have zero problems pulling women... yet here Sora was, struggling to get past the cuddling stage and making out stage.

In his defense, it wasn't his fault. Anytime they were getting close, he would get blue-balled by someone needing him at that instant.

It was rather annoying, like the heavens wanted to give him a massive fuck you.

He would do it. One of these days, he would do it.

Sora yawned, looking at Rukia, who had just finished training.

Her arms were raised behind her head as she stretched, exhaling softly.

The faint shimmer of sweat on her skin caught the dim light, accentuating the sharp, battle-hardened definition of her muscles... he wondered when she started having muscles.

She was clad in nothing but the bare essentials of a warrior—her upper body wrapped in snug, white bandages, wound tightly around her chest and arms, leaving her shoulders bare. The fabric, slightly frayed at the edges, pressed against her toned form, revealing every curve of muscle beneath.

Around her waist, she wore the traditional Shihakushō, the hakama flowing in gentle folds of black fabric. The obi was tied securely at her waist, the knot firm but slightly disheveled. A white cloth was draped over the obi, loosely tied, its ends hanging down in uneven folds.

Resting at her hip was her Zanpakutō, its hilt peeking from behind her.

"Sora..."

"Raw, next question."

She blinked once, then twice... then three times... Did Sora just...

"I didn't stutter."

Okay... good to know.

"You are pretty blunt today."

"I am honest with my desires."

"And those are?"

"You."

Something about watching an alternate version of himself get played kind of got to his head. However, that version of himself was just a twisted version of him.

He saw how that man killed the bald man... also, who the fuck was Ichibe, and why the fuck did that version of him hate him so much?

Though anytime that version spoke about the Soul King, he couldn't hear shit. There was a point where the whole dream was black, like some sort of spoiler wall making sure he didn't see much more than he was supposed to.

Well, on a good note, Yama wasn't all that scary.

Oh well, he'd probably forget this dream soon.

"So, how's your control over Sode no Shirayuki?"

"It's getting better. My body is still not used to getting so cold."

"You'll get it eventually." Sora got up and placed his shirt on her. Not finna have her breasts, though covered by bandages, out for the world to see.

Those were for his eyes only. Only he could see such a sight.

"Take a deep breath and trust me, okay?" Sora said with a smile.

She glanced at Sora before nodding her head.

Taking in a deep breath, Sora held her as he felt her body temperature rapidly depleting. He, meanwhile, was making sure she stayed alive.

Controlling her Reiryoku flow and everything.

"Bankai... Hakka no Togame."

As those words left her mouth, her clothes changed. She now wore a white, ankle-length kimono with lined patterns. The robe had an attached ornate collar, edges, and shoulder design made of transparent ice with long, wide sleeves.

There were long, flowing ribbons tied at her back that formed numerous large loops. She had a small ice flower formation at the center of her chest and a half-crown of ice that extended around the back of her head. Rukia's hair and irises became white, and her blade—which still resembled its Shikai form—was now composed of transparent ice.

You know... Sora thought... maybe he would feel a bit chilly... but holy fuck, Blut Vene had to work at maximum power for him to survive the blast of cold energy she emitted.

Still holding her close, he forcefully shut off her link with her blade... turning off her Bankai immediately.

She was not yet strong enough to use this form. Like, she had it, but could only keep it on for like four seconds before she began shattering.

Now, after having a taste of its power, she should know what to work on.

As for how she had managed to reach it... Sora was in her... no, not that way {yet}. Like, he was quite literally in her.

Once again, that sounded wrong... A piece of his soul was in her... ever since she had come back from Soul Society. Probably even before then. Probably why she had regained her Soul Reaper powers so fast.

Probably why she was improving so much... At this rate, in like a few months, she would have Bankai. Not mastered, but it could be useful.

He, however, didn't think Aizen would be nice enough to let him get her that strong.

She began sniffing a bit, coughing as if she had caught a cold.

He made her some soup and all that stuff.

"I am not some sick little girl. Cut it out. I am fine." She really tried to act tough while her whole body was shaking...

"Yes, sure. You are very tough and brave."

"You're messing with me."

"Maybe I am."

She eventually ate the soup. Teasing her was still on the table.

Though, as she had to change into some new clothes, she had a bra, panties, and some long leggings on... walking around like she owned the place... technically, she did.

"You should stop walking around like that," he warned.

"What are you going to do about it?" she teased in a jovial voice.

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**Plap**

A/N....I wonder what he does.