I paced back and forth in my office, feeling a growing sense of frustration with each passing moment. The canon Bleach storyline was already underway, with Kuchiki Rukia sent to Karakura Town to carry out her duties as a Soul Reaper. But here I was, stuck in Las Noches, unable to go there in person.
I knew Aizen would never allow me to leave Hueco Mundo, not when I could interfere with his carefully crafted plans. But it still grated on me, knowing that I was missing out on the historic moment.
As I turned to walk the other way, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my clothes rumpled from my restless movements. I let out a deep sigh and ran a hand through my hair.
"Come on, Acidwire," I muttered to myself. "You knew what you were doing when you decided to become a hollow. Just have to be patient and wait for your chance to shine."
But patience was not my strongest suit, and the thought of being cooped up in Las Noches while Orihime was out there in harm’s way made me feel deeply frustrated.
As I sat there stewing in my frustration, I heard a knock on the door, which briefly pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Enter." I called out, not bothering to hide my irritation.
The door opened, and in walked Cyan sung-sun, my sort of girlfriend, exuding her usual confidence and playfulness. She looked at the irritated expression on my face and immediately knew that something was troubling me.
“I know that being unable to help your sister is weighing on you.” She said with a small smile. “But, walking around like a headless chicken will not help you.”
“It is not just that. I raised Orihime to be highly independent. She can take care of herself.” I sighed, covering my eyes with my hand. “You see, as Vasto Lordes, we have the opportunity to reach a stage greater once we become arrancar. But, I have been unable to reach it.” I tried to explain my biggest concern.
It was an unpleasant feeling, knowing that you can’t have something you wish anytime just to discover a glass barrier stopping you.
She giggled at my expression, hiding her smile behind her arm. “Sometimes I wonder if you were born without patience.” She teased. “Even Lady Harribel says she hasn’t been able to surpass that wall.”
I couldn't help but smile at her playful teasing, which was one of the things I loved about her. "It's still frustrating," I admitted. "Knowing that I am half a step from surpassing it makes me feel the most anxiety."
I knew that talking about others about your shortcomings was a bad idea, more so when there were guys scheming to kill you in the same place where you lived. It was just, at that moment I needed someone who could hear my worries and Cyan sung-sun was one of the few people I felt comfortable around.
I was brought out of my grumblings by Sung-sun clapping her small hands, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I know what will improve your mood.” She brought up a hand. “Lady Harribel gifted us, from her fraccion, some sweets from the human world. I will even allow Cirucci to taste some just to get you out of your room.”
I considered her offer for a moment before nodding my head in agreement. "That's actually a good idea," I said, feeling a sudden crave for sweets. "I would never say no to sweets, especially after spending more than a year eating nothing but hollows."
Suddenly, the door opened, and Cirucci walked in with a serious expression on her face.
"It's done, boss.” She declared with a big smirk. "The Cicada hollow injured Rukia Kuchiki as planned and she had to give her powers to Ichigo Kurosaki, just as Lord Aizen designed it."
I felt the weight pressing down on my shoulders again. It was almost time for my supposed reveal as a hollow to Orihime. It was an event that was really important for her development as a person. But now that I had grown so strong, the timing felt all wrong. Just how was I going to expose her to a similar situation now?
Aonte So, we get to see the start of canon from Aizen’s side and the influence of our mc in the world.
Omake: Don’t touch the child
Sado Yasutora carried the heavy Latin man on his shoulder. Ikumi walked alongside him, her face contorted in frustration.
"I can't believe my van had to break down now," she grumbled.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of a child crying out for his mother.
"Mommy!"
Ikumi bolted towards the sound of the cries, with Sado hurrying to keep pace. As she approached, she saw her son surrounded by a group of menacing-looking gangsters.
Without hesitation, Ikumi stepped forward and confronted the gangsters, her hands on her hips. "What do you want with my son?" She demanded, her voice filled with confidence.
One of the gangsters stepped forward, a smug look on his face. "We just want to make a deal with you, Ikumi. A little protection money, that's all."
Ikumi narrowed her eyes and took a step forward. "I don't make deals with lowlifes like you," she said, her tone menacing.
Just then, Sado felt his shoulder become lighter as the man on it appeared beside the child. The gangsters turned to face him in surprise, but their expressions changed to ones of fear as they saw the man's intimidating presence.
"Don’t touch the child" He growled, glaring at the gangsters.
I paced back and forth in my office, feeling a growing sense of frustration with each passing moment. The canon Bleach storyline was already underway, with Kuchiki Rukia sent to Karakura Town to carry out her duties as a Soul Reaper. But here I was, stuck in Las Noches, unable to go there in person.
I knew Aizen would never allow me to leave Hueco Mundo, not when I could interfere with his carefully crafted plans. But it still grated on me, knowing that I was missing out on the historic moment.
As I turned to walk the other way, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my clothes rumpled from my restless movements. I let out a deep sigh and ran a hand through my hair.
"Come on, Acidwire," I muttered to myself. "You knew what you were doing when you decided to become a hollow. Just have to be patient and wait for your chance to shine."
But patience was not my strongest suit, and the thought of being cooped up in Las Noches while Orihime was out there in harm’s way made me feel deeply frustrated.
As I sat there stewing in my frustration, I heard a knock on the door, which briefly pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Enter." I called out, not bothering to hide my irritation.
The door opened, and in walked Cyan sung-sun, my sort of girlfriend, exuding her usual confidence and playfulness. She looked at the irritated expression on my face and immediately knew that something was troubling me.
“I know that being unable to help your sister is weighing on you.” She said with a small smile. “But, walking around like a headless chicken will not help you.”
“It is not just that. I raised Orihime to be highly independent. She can take care of herself.” I sighed, covering my eyes with my hand. “You see, as Vasto Lordes, we have the opportunity to reach a stage greater once we become arrancar. But, I have been unable to reach it.” I tried to explain my biggest concern.
It was an unpleasant feeling, knowing that you can’t have something you wish anytime just to discover a glass barrier stopping you.
She giggled at my expression, hiding her smile behind her arm. “Sometimes I wonder if you were born without patience.” She teased. “Even Lady Harribel says she hasn’t been able to surpass that wall.”
I couldn't help but smile at her playful teasing, which was one of the things I loved about her. "It's still frustrating," I admitted. "Knowing that I am half a step from surpassing it makes me feel the most anxiety."
I knew that talking about others about your shortcomings was a bad idea, more so when there were guys scheming to kill you in the same place where you lived. It was just, at that moment I needed someone who could hear my worries and Cyan sung-sun was one of the few people I felt comfortable around.
I was brought out of my grumblings by Sung-sun clapping her small hands, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I know what will improve your mood.” She brought up a hand. “Lady Harribel gifted us, from her fraccion, some sweets from the human world. I will even allow Cirucci to taste some just to get you out of your room.”
I considered her offer for a moment before nodding my head in agreement. "That's actually a good idea," I said, feeling a sudden crave for sweets. "I would never say no to sweets, especially after spending more than a year eating nothing but hollows."
Suddenly, the door opened, and Cirucci walked in with a serious expression on her face.
"It's done, boss.” She declared with a big smirk. "The Cicada hollow injured Rukia Kuchiki as planned and she had to give her powers to Ichigo Kurosaki, just as Lord Aizen designed it."
I felt the weight pressing down on my shoulders again. It was almost time for my supposed reveal as a hollow to Orihime. It was an event that was really important for her development as a person. But now that I had grown so strong, the timing felt all wrong. Just how was I going to expose her to a similar situation now?
Aonte So, we get to see the start of canon from Aizen’s side and the influence of our mc in the world.
Omake: Don’t touch the child
Sado Yasutora carried the heavy Latin man on his shoulder. Ikumi walked alongside him, her face contorted in frustration.
"I can't believe my van had to break down now," she grumbled.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of a child crying out for his mother.
"Mommy!"
Ikumi bolted towards the sound of the cries, with Sado hurrying to keep pace. As she approached, she saw her son surrounded by a group of menacing-looking gangsters.
Without hesitation, Ikumi stepped forward and confronted the gangsters, her hands on her hips. "What do you want with my son?" She demanded, her voice filled with confidence.
One of the gangsters stepped forward, a smug look on his face. "We just want to make a deal with you, Ikumi. A little protection money, that's all."
Ikumi narrowed her eyes and took a step forward. "I don't make deals with lowlifes like you," she said, her tone menacing.
Just then, Sado felt his shoulder become lighter as the man on it appeared beside the child. The gangsters turned to face him in surprise, but their expressions changed to ones of fear as they saw the man's intimidating presence.
"Don’t touch the child" He growled, glaring at the gangsters.
