Uryu Intuition (113)

The next day...

Sora was quite proud of his achievement. Making that clone technique was truly helpful—granted, he hadn't used it since. That would be his trump card for now.

He needed a valid reason to develop it. Maybe during one of his fights, he could have an excuse to say how he developed it or some shit. That way, Byakuya wouldn't be too suspicious. Though that would also mean...

Byakuya would be aware that he could clone himself. Well, by then, he would have had plenty of fun.

And by fun, he meant cuddling. Out here starving him so much of cuddling and making out, he chose drastic measures and went straight to the next step.

Though Rukia was in a gigai... would she technically be a...? So many fucking questions.

And this was a rabbit hole he did not want to go down. Like, come on, if the answer was yes, what the fuck would that mean? That any action done by the gigai does not reflect on the user's soul or some shit?

Sora would rather not try and find out.

On a side note, considering that Jugram fella's visit, that meant the Quincy still existed and lived somewhere.

Sora gazed at his cousin/brother. He could set his brother up with one of them, and since Sora was picky and Uryu's type in women was probably hella bland, if asked about it, he might as well say personality.

Sora ducked back as an arrow flew past his head.

"What was that for?" Sora looked at his brother. Why was he getting attacked?

"You know why," Uryu said, glaring at him.

Oh, right. Uryu now had some sort of sixth sense that could detect anytime Sora was talking shit about him.

Good to know.

Uryu, ever the perceptive one, noticed that Sora looked happy... That didn't sit right with him.

Uryu was by no means a hater, but there was no way in hell Sora should be happy right now.

He was basically being forced to wear a chastity belt. Not literally, but figuratively.

So, Sora's happy expression made zero fucking sense.

Sora was showing the kind of happiness that came from winning.

And considering the fact that just a week ago, Sora was concocting one of the most devious schemes in history to make sure Byakuya wasn't a factor in his training sessions with Rukia...

Uryu was no idiot. He knew that those special training sessions were—are—sex. He wasn't dumb. Having lived with Sora for so long, he picked up a lot of things.

One of them being... the ability to read Sora.

Sora might be devious and all, but his face and body language gave him away—at least to Uryu.

Sora wasn't the kind of person to enjoy getting a chastity belt put on or having someone restrict his freedom.

If Uryu were to guess, Sora probably upgraded the clone technique to make physical clones in order to lure Byakuya away and claim his prize.

He was sure he was like 95% correct.

"...You succeeded, didn't you?" Uryu added, looking at his brother.

"Succeeded in what?" Sora had an innocent look on his face, as if he had done nothing wrong.

"You succeeded in your little scheme. If I were to guess, I'd say you went to Urahara—you and him have no shame—probably paid him to give you info on gigai. From studying them, you made physical clones and used them to succeed."

Sometimes it was quite scary how accurate Uryu could get with his guesses.

"As if I would do something like that." Sora acted as if he had done nothing wrong.

"Don't play dumb." Uryu retorted. He could smell the almighty bullshit from a mile away.

"Me? Touch Rukia? Never. I am a respectable young man."

Sora's acting was getting on point, but he forgot—shit only worked on people who didn't know him.

Uryu, the man who had suffered through his pranks for basically six-ish years... having been tricked and teased for so damn long...

The amount of times Sora had bamboozled him was probably in the triple digits.

He had adapted to the bullshit.

This level of bullshit could not get past his glasses.

"I never implied you touched Rukia. I just said you did it."

Sora felt a shudder go down his spine.

How the fuck did Uryu catch his slip-up?

"I'm innocent, cousin. There is no evidence." He had to stick to his BS till the end.

"Hm, not even the fact that you're missing one rubber...?"

Okay... Now Uryu was becoming a threat to his mischievousness. He must be stopped. And since there were no Quincy women to throw at his brother, he decided on the next best option.

He wished he could use this later.

Sora took out his phone and showed Uryu a picture.

Uryu froze.

Because staring back at him... was a picture of himself.

Blushing.

Hard.

Uryu's brain short-circuited.

"I shot that damn butterfly," Uryu said. There was no way the pictures of him caught in super extra detail were still there.

He never thought this picture would ever see the light of day again.

How the fuck did Sora have it?

"You see, my lovely brother, while you thought you destroyed the butterfly, you seem to have forgotten that I always have backups."

FUCK...

Sora's finger swiped toward their dad's contact, hovering over the send button.

"So unless you want Daddy Dearest to see this, I suggest you keep what you learned to yourself, kay?"

Wow. Just like that, he was being blackmailed.

"This is blackmail, you know," Uryu looked at Sora as he said those words.

"Is it really? The picture's not inappropriate, nor would it ruin your reputation—or lack thereof. It's just a picture of you being sent to Dad. What's so wrong about that?"

...

Fuck.

"...Fine... You win."

"See? You can be quite nice when you want to," Sora said with a smile, feeling zero remorse for what he had just done.

This was just the law of the jungle.

A/N Sora did nothing wrong