[SCENE — LATE AFTERNOON | DOWNTOWN KARAKURA | SHOPPING DISTRICT]
Sora was good with a lot of shit. One thing he wasn't used to was this situation.
He sighed a bit—three Quincy girls, which another version of himself had in his own personal harem.
Man didn't even see them as people—personal slaves, one might even say.
Oh well. Sora had long since grown past that strength.
If he were to pinpoint the moment for the people in the back, it'd be the second he awakened—right after Aizen ripped out his heart and the Soul King awakened his dormant godlike genes.
Now that he thought of it, the Soul King had no family name, and Sora refused to say Yhwach's as the family name.
Sora didn't sound good either.
He needed something better—well, he knew a way to get one.
Let him just...
{Suggest family name}
Yeah, that could work.
Yes, he was using his power for this shit. Don't mind him.
Now, back to him dealing with the Bambies... and his papa.
{"I'm still not forgiving him."}
Sora's voice rang casually in Adyneus's mind. His tone as dry as Uryu's current love life.
{"He's your brother, Sora—"}
{"Yeah, he's also a war criminal and matricidal mustache gremlin. I'm not forgiving someone just because we share the same dad. What do you take me for, a Uchiha?"}
{"That's not how this works—"}
Truly, it wasn't how this stuff worked, but Sora wouldn't see reason.
{"I will ghost that man at my own funeral if I must."}
Adyneus sighed across their link. Outwardly, he was leaning against a lamppost, watching with divine passivity as the Bambies tried their hardest to act like they weren't actively eye-fondling his son.
Well, try as they might, Sora wouldn't fold easily.
He could see it—how Sora would sidestep any attempt that wasn't strictly friendly.
Which made sense, considering Sora could probably see what kind of person they really were—how many people they slept with.
Which wasn't bad, but considering the fact that he could still see the guys' essence left over?
Yeah, probably not the best turn-on.
A whole ecosystem down there.
Being 19 with more bodies than OnlyFans creators... truly devious behavior.
Probably would burn Gucci's third leg. Oh well.
While the term loose exists, it wasn't really a thing.
For fuck's sake, women push out full miniature people and that shit is fine.
No man has a meat that big—and if they do, no one, and I repeat, no one is letting that shit in them.
They getting less play than Uryu.
Back to their attempt.
Candice leaned in closer as they walked, bumping Sora's shoulder with a teasing grin.
"So... you seeing anyone, or are you like, emotionally unavailable and tortured? I go crazy for those types."
"I have a girlfriend. She is quite nice," he said with a smile. He just wanted to make that part clear—he wasn't an easy pick.
He could tell they knew he had one but seemed to be betting on him folding.
Maybe if this was him from chapter 21 through 65... give or take.
(Basically him after the first time skip that happened after his grandpa's death to after he rescued Rukia.)
Maybe even the him a couple of weeks after leaving Soul Society, since the relationship wasn't that solid back then and Rukia still had a lot of doubts.
But now... hahahah.
Oh well, they can try. He, however, will not bend.
As for why he wasn't even entertaining this?
His gaze landed on Uryu, who was home.
He needed to give the boy a reason to go outside.
...
Sora proceeded to remove Uryu's hair gels alongside some of his sewing stuff.
That should do it.
"I swore I brought some... Did Sora steal my stuff?"
Uryu muttered. Not like he was accusing Sora, but come on.
If a country finds oil in its land and the next day it's gone, who are you gonna think took it?
{"Still not forgiving him."}
{"Sora, focus—"}
{"I am focused. On making sure the Bambie Legion finds someone else to emotionally stab."}
Then, with a subtle glow in his eyes, The Almighty stirred.
Time and space bent in a whisper of possibility.
Thread rerouted.
Down the next corner—like it had always been fated—walked Uryu Ishida, hands in his pockets, scarf wrapped around his neck in an attempt to look more emotionally complex than he actually was.
Sora lit up like a damn Christmas tree.
"Uryu!! There you are! I was just telling these lovely young women how amazing you are!"
Uryu stopped mid-step.
Frowned.
Looked around for the camera crew. There had to be a prank show filming.
"...Sora?" he asked slowly. "Are you drunk?"
"No! I'm sober and extremely supportive!"
Sora clapped a hand on his brother's shoulder and turned to the girls.
"Ladies, this right here is my younger brother. Brilliant, handsome, fashionably misunderstood—man sews like a god."
Uryu blinked once.
Twice.
"...You've never complimented me a day in your life."
"Come on, I adore my bitchless brother."
Uryu groaned at that, yet his gaze was dark.
Sora never glazed him like this. Something was seriously up.
The hell did he want?
"Don't you have better things to do?" Uryu said, pushing his glasses back.
"Just 'cause I'm a god now doesn't mean I'll stop calling you bitchless."
Sora had a smile on his face.
But first, he needed to do something.
{Will you read how no bitches get bitch?}
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