So, maybe Sora and Rukia had some fun, and maybe, just maybe, he received some hickeys. And maybe—only maybe—he now had one less rubber.
Speaking of which, he needed another one of those rubbers he could create. While normal rubber no longer worked, those rubbers still worked.
Those rubbers could block his Almighty nut. So yeah—also, yes, he knew, that sounded wrong.
But life was life. As for not struggling anymore with abilities? Well, that was simple—busted-ass genetics. Sure, hard work had something to do with it.
But his genetics carried hard, plus he didn't even know what he was, only working with a fraction of what he thought he was. And he progressed that fast. Now that he was basically, well, god...
He didn't need that.
Speaking of which, he should really check on the other guy. Shit wasn't going well for him.
Anyway, Sora casually opened a hole in space, walking through it with his hand in his pocket.
As the hole closed behind him, he appeared inside Soul Society. Hm. Being this hacked was fun. Though that also meant no one posed a threat to him anymore, which meant—unless they were foreshadowed or literally space Satan himself—
No matter how much of a power-up they were given, hell, even if the fraud absorbed all of the Soul King fragments, under no circumstance should Sora struggle against him.
{DO YOU HEAR THIS, YOU BETTER DELETE THOSE DRAFTS, I AM NOT STRUGGLING WITH THE BUM.}
Sora coughed into his hand. Ignore the previous words. They weren't meant for the readers. The person it's directed at knows exactly who he is.
Goddamn bastard, really expecting him to struggle against that bum. If he saw that shit again, he shall do what Hippo talked about.
Speaking of which, he needed to go talk with his brother-in-law. Wanted to see his standing in Byakuya's eyes before he took away that man's sister's ability to walk... for a while.
POV change.
Sora stood beside Byakuya with the same exact posture as a schoolboy trying to pretend he hadn't just made out with the principal's daughter and graffitied "Soul Society Sux" on the school gate using Reishi calligraphy.
Rukia was back in her barracks, thank the heavens—or else this would've ended with her using Kidō to shut someone up. (Probably her brother.)
Currently, her brother was glaring at Sora from the corner of his eye. He didn't say a word. He didn't need to. His glance traveled down to Sora's neck—where a very visible hickey was sitting like a goddamn trophy.
"...You're joking," Byakuya finally said, deadpan.
Sora blinked innocently. "What? It's a mosquito bite. From hell."
"A mosquito bite with lips?"
"I attract passionate insects."
Byakuya let out a sigh long enough to qualify as an ancient wind technique.
Sometimes he forgot that Sora was his brother-in-law.
"So," Sora said casually, hands behind his back, "let me get this straight. The noble families are claiming that while I was fighting Aizen—you know, saving the entire goddamn plane of existence—I, the most noble, divine, spectacular, absolutely-not-suspicious man in the Seireitei, would somehow let a 'stray attack' conveniently 'slip' and annihilate the entire Tsunayashiro family?"
Well, yes, he did. But come on, who the fuck would think that?
They must really hate his ass. Really not want to know that the only reason they were alive was due to a Quincy going beyond his limits.
"...Correct," Byakuya said. "They say the trajectory of the spiritual blast could not have deviated by accident."
Sora scoffed, dramatically offended. "How dare they suggest that I, with my refined control, my precision-based Quincy powers, my surgical ability to erase even concepts from space-time—would accidentally misfire?"
Byakuya didn't respond.
Instead, he gave that same disapproving older brother aura that said, I know you did it. I just can't prove it. Yet.
Yes, the man somewhat believed it, as the way that family died was too... absurd.
You see, there was a party happening, and while this was happening a guard fell asleep, and for just a split second, he turned off the barrier—and turned it back on.
While the barrier was forming, for half a millisecond, there was a crack in the wall. The attack went through that tiny-ass crack like a cave diver through caves and somehow managed to hit the dead center of their house.
Did he also forget to mention that all of the Tsunayashiro were inside the house when the attack landed?
Sora sighed. "So, you believe them?"
Byakuya replied coolly, "No. I believe that what they are claiming is deeply flawed."
"Thank you."
"However."
"...Oh no."
"This is you we are talking about."
"Excuse me?"
"Sora," Byakuya said, giving him a long side-glance, "you once replaced the Royal Seal with a sponge cake and claimed it was a 'symbolic statement against outdated tradition.'"
He thought the man forgot.
"It was a moist, poetic sponge cake. The flavor said rebellion."
"You once turned the Sokyoku Hill into a tourist attraction for spiritually sensitive cats."
Sora looked at the mountain, looking at the kitty cats up there... they were cute.
"They loved the view!"
"You also once edited the Gotei 13 roster to name Yoruichi as 'Head of Coolness and Feline Combat.'"
He lost at rock-paper-scissors. It had to be done.
"Hey, if the haori fits—"
Byakuya continued walking.
Sora followed, sighing with all the weight of a man accused of crimes he totally committed but wasn't ready to admit.
"...I would never do something like that," he said, not quite convincingly.
Byakuya stopped, and his next words were sharp but... not cruel.
"I know. And yet I must say this plainly—"
Sora raised a brow.
"I do not believe you. But I will defend you."
"...Why?"
"Because I refuse to allow my sister to fall in love with a criminal."
"Aw, you do care!"
Byakuya shot him a withering look. "No. I simply refuse to allow my family name to be associated with scandal. If you're going to date Rukia, I demand you be acquitted—or at least let me fabricate the evidence necessary to make it so."
"...That's... way more Byakuya than I expected."
"I'm generous."
"You're emotionally repressed."
"You have a hickey the size of a child's fist on your neck."
Sora rubbed it. "Worth it."