Cursed future (148)

Meanwhile, with Sora.

While his friends were out there getting beat, he was noticing some light changes to his Almighty. After being trained for God knows how long—probably been 100 years—damn, he would be old mentally when he got out.

Hmm, he wondered how old he was mentally now, considering he sat through the history of the world.

So, to sum shit up very easily: Soul Reapers did corrupt shit, and Sora had to fight cosmic power Satan in order to keep the balance.

He was allowed to kill Yhwach, and he may or may not have had an arrow hit a noble during his fight. It would be purely accidental.

Yes, he planned to use them as collateral damage. Sue him. They had reached their limit on life.

But before that—

He graciously bowed to the Soul King.

"Oh, Almighty Soul King, the most pure and wise soul in existence, this humble servant comes before you to ask for your permission in the extermination of the pests which fester in your great creation. Almighty Father, please enlighten me with your wisdom."

Was it glaze? Yes. Yes, it was.

No biggie. He needed permission.

"I allow it."

Sora smiled. Fuck yes.

"Father, if this is not too much to ask, may I please receive a free-use pass of yours in case those pests try something?"

The man nodded. Sora grinned.

Well, he had the green pass. Let's go.

He was getting better at this Almighty shit.

His version of the Almighty wasn't quite like Yhwach's. He didn't just see the future—he could also see the past. But his real trump card was that he could do something Yhwach couldn't.

Once he locked a future in place—it would happen.

No ifs. No buts. No takebacks.

...Though the downside was that once he used this ability, his Almighty needed a cooldown. A solid cooldown, like some MS ability from Naruto. Yes, he used his ability to watch future anime in the future... Bite him.

Currently, he was watching One Punch Man season six.

He may have watched One Piece all the way to the final battle.

But whatever. He could work with that.

As he continued analyzing, his vision shifted.

A specific future came into view.

After the fight with Aizen...

He was with Rukia.

They were cuddling. Acting like a couple.

No—they were a couple.

And then—things escalated.

For six uninterrupted hours.

No rubber.

Sora's soul ascended.

He nearly fainted from joy.

Then, immediately, he forced on the most serious face possible.

The Soul King's voice rang out. "That future is not certain. It is merely one of many possible outcomes. You cannot assume—"

Sora slammed his Almighty down and locked that future in place.

The universe itself trembled as reality adjusted to accommodate his decision.

The Soul King sighed. "You do realize that by doing this, you can no longer use that ability against Aizen?"

"Necessary sacrifices," he said, shrugging his shoulders a bit. Truly a necessary sacrifice.

The Soul King looked at him with a face that could only be described as disappointed parent energy.

But Sora didn't care.

He won.

He had achieved true bliss.

Sora felt like his father would punish him for this. He wondered why.

As he calmed down, his eyes drifted to other possibilities.

He noticed that every future was like a grain of sand in this infinite abyss.

But some were bigger than others.

"Why are some of these futures more prominent?" He was quite curious about it all.

"Those are the most probable futures."

Oh, so that was how it was. That was good to know. Very good to know.

The biggest grain? Him and Rukia. Hell yeah.

The second biggest? Him and Yoruichi. Neat. That would certainly piss off some Quincies—him dating basically the leader of one of the five great noble families. And the nobles were pissed too. This seemed like fun.

And he also faced less resistance and less cockblocking interruptions since she didn't really have an older brother who could do shit, nor parents who could do much.

That was all to say, that version of himself got some before him.

Well, no biggie.

The third? ...Him and Female Ichigo.

Why was he so compatible with a fem Ichigo? She was a damn delinquent like her male version, but who could have thought picking on her like that would affect things? Apparently, he started annoying her in middle school.

So, childhood friends. His dad had allowed him to bring her over to play and so on.

Neat.

So when did the romance start? Okay, since they were both stubborn, somewhere after Aizen's defeat and before Yhwach came back.

Holy damn.

The fourth? ...Him and Female Uryu.

Why in the fuck would he plow his own cousin...? Oh yeah. He was a Quincy.

Oh yeah... That made sense. Part of one of the most inbred races to be alive right now.

Well, at least it was consensual. Still... his cousin.

Fifth? Orihime.

Sixth? Tatsuki Arisawa.

Neat.

Without his notice, the Soul King slightly made a grain of sand more accessible to him. One that was buried deep in the sand was now on the surface.

Then—Sora's gaze landed on a grain so small, so insignificant, it barely existed.

The moment his Almighty registered what it was, his entire body convulsed.

Blood spewed from his mouth.

He saw it.

Her.

Fem Yhwach.

Sora screamed.

The Soul King casually looked at it and nodded. "Ah, yes. Given the existence of infinite universes, anything is possible."

He seemed to be enjoying this, as if it was placed there for him to see.

Sora wiped the blood from his mouth and shrieked, "PLEASE TELL ME THIS ISN'T SOME INCEST SHIT?!"

The Soul King just shrugged. "Technically, she's your sister. But separated by 2,000 years, so..."

Sora stared at the universe where he stood next to Fem Yhwach.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

Sora immediately turned away, slamming his hands together in prayer. "Erase this from my soul. Now."

The Soul King sighed again but complied, wiping the cursed knowledge from his mind.

Sora exhaled in relief.

With that nightmare erased, he refocused.

Time to train.

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