The Adaptive Quincy of Bleach

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Sora wiped his eyes. They felt weird. He had those four weird dots in them again. Maybe he needed to get glasses; his vision was a bit foggy, and Ransōtengai was not going to fix that.

Unless he healed his eyes... he could have Orihime check it out.

So blurry.

However, Sora ignored it completely. It didn't bother him. He would be fine... Sure, in the corner of his eyes, he could see a sandy place. For some odd reason, from time to time, he could see Rukia...

She was in the Soul Society though. He wondered why he could see her.

Was he perhaps hallucinating? Truly odd.

His head hurt, and that black little thing he absorbed for Ukitake—this little thing—was being annoying.

Sora gazed at his right hand, covered in the black substance. This shit was getting quite annoying. It seemed to be slowly taking over the spot of his right hand.

The more days went by, the more of the entity he could feel in his arm, as if slowly, yet steadily, it was consuming him.

Sora just wore very long-sleeved shirts and gloves basically all the time in order to hide the black substance on his arm.

He walked toward his classroom. Once there, he sat down and tried to clear his vision. It was still quite foggy. He would get Orihime to fix his eyes. He did not want to wear glasses like Uryu.

Maybe contacts.

Those weird visions about an ocean... a vast ocean with nothing else there plagued his mind.

He decided to suppress those memories because, why not? They weren't useful to him at all.

The teacher's voice cut through the room, her tone calm and deliberate as she lectured on Japanese history.

"During the 19th century, Japan began to modernize rapidly after years of isolation," she said, her words accompanied by the faint sound of chalk against the blackboard.

Sora rubbed his eyes again, the strange four dots still lingering in his vision. Everything seemed slightly out of focus, like he was seeing the world through a fogged-up window.

"And the introduction of Western technology during the Meiji era significantly altered Japan's infrastructure," the teacher added.

Sora tried to concentrate, scribbling some notes, but the letters on the page blurred together. He shook his head a bit. This was a bit jarring for him.

"During the 19th century, Japan began to modernize rapidly after years of isolation," the teacher said again, her tone identical to before.

Sora froze a bit. Either he was going insane or the teacher had just repeated herself. Deciding to look toward Uryu... the boy seemed fine.

There was no way Uryu did not hear this shit. He was like a nerd. He, out of everyone, should have noticed this.

"And the introduction of Western technology during the Meiji era significantly altered Japan's infrastructure," the teacher repeated, her voice unwavering.

No, she was 100% repeating herself.

Sora decided to raise his hand.

"Student Sora, do you have anything to say?" the teacher added.

Sora's head throbbed a bit.

"Can I go to the nurse? I feel quite sick," Sora added, his face turning a pale color. He wasn't feeling too well.

With this black little thing wreaking havoc on his Reiryoku and his vision being blurred, he wanted to get some fresh air.

Before the teacher could even reply...

"You may go. Don't take too long."

It was happening again.

"You may go. Don't take too long." He gave her a weak smile as he made his way out of the room. Uryu glanced at his brother. Sora did not look too good.

"Teacher, may I accompany Sora to the nurse? He doesn't seem capable of making it there himself."

"Fine, I shall allow it this time."

Sora's head throbbed again.

"Teacher, may I accompany Sora to the nurse? He doesn't seem capable of making it there himself," Uryu's voice could be heard saying.

As Uryu walked closer to his brother...

"Sora... your eyes..."

Sora looked at Uryu, confused.

"What about them?" he asked, confused, his blurry vision going back to normal as the wheel above his head spun.

It spun again... Sora's body began to change a bit.

Uryu's brow furrowed a bit. Against his better judgment, he decided not to question the fact that he had seen multiple pupils in his brother's eyes.

His wheel spun again.

Was Sora sick?

No, his body's immune system was scarily effective. The boy had not gotten sick at all in all the time Uryu knew him.

Yet, he looked so pale, like a virus had taken over his body, and his Schrift was working overtime in order to make antibodies to combat it—or change his biology in order to accommodate those changes.

Whatever it was, it caused Sora to get sick... had he perhaps contracted Ukitake's disease?

No, that couldn't be it.

Dragging his brother to the hospital, Uryu's gaze momentarily landed on the little seal on his brother's hand.

That was odd. This was the first time he saw it... the mark seemed to be crumbling away.

Uryu took out his phone and decided to call Ryuken.

POV Change

Ryuken was in the middle of a surgery. As he finished stitching up the last part, his assistant walked into the room saying,

"Doctor, you have a call."

"I am busy. It can wait," the man said in his usual cool voice.

"It's from your son."

Ryuken stopped a bit. Deciding to pause, he slowly had his assistant remove his gloves. He then washed his hands thoroughly. Walking to the phone, he picked it up before saying,

"Uryu, why did you call me?"

"Sora has gotten sick... his right hand is completely black, his breathing shallow, and his eyes had multiple pupils..."

'Why now?' were the first thoughts in the man's head. He had tried so hard to keep the boy off the radar. Anytime any of those symptoms would develop, memories of an event from the past flashed in his mind.

Sora in the rain, holding his mother's corpse...

Before Uryu could say more, Ryuken ended the call. Quickly telling his assistant he would be back, the man dashed toward the school using Lichtschritt.

The man made his way to the school in record time.

Once there, he made his way toward the hospital, not caring much about how he looked.

Entering the room, Sora could be seen there, his wheel spinning over and over again, a black substance taking hold in his right hand.

Ryuken got close to the boy, his gaze landing on the crumbling seal on the glove.

The glove glowed brightly.

Meanwhile

Urahara sat in his shop. Suddenly, a light opened.

Was his guess right?

If his earlier assumption that Aizen had something to do with this child's unusual growth...

There was no way someone could have been exposed to the Hōgyoku for so long and not have changed.

Urahara's mind raced. What could Aizen be scheming to do with that boy? If the boy had no use, he would have just been killed, and yet, even when given the perfect chance, all Aizen did was injure him.

Gravely injure him, but still not kill him. Someone as smart as Aizen should know that, with the boy's growth rate, it was just a matter of time before he got stronger than him—no ifs nor buts, he would get there.

So... why would he keep something so dangerous alive... unless...

A/N

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As of writing this, Ulquiorra is the temporary sin of sloth, and Starrk is a horseman.