Tsukasa Unohana: Revenge of the Sole Survivor

by hisagawa-san

Nearly 1000 years ago, Daitora Shinozaki witnesses the notorious killer slaughter his family before his eyes at a young age. He is the sole survivor of the attack, and since then has craved revenge in order to avenge the deaths of his loved ones. After managing to steal the blood from the killer herself, he constructs a young, adorable little boy who holds the power of destruction.

1. Prologue: The Child

~three years ago~

"Ah, yes, yes, yes! I'll have my revenge on the wench who stole my family at a youthful age! She may wish she'd never left me whimpering alive in the upcoming years! My little creation is almost perfect! He'll be the perfect weapon to that woman who'd once called herself Yachi-"

"Wa-aaa-ah!"

"Ah, yes, yes, just a little more, child."

"Wa-ah! Mommy! Mommy!"

"Now, now, hush! Shh! You'll have your *mommy* eventually...Ugh, I miss the days when you couldn't say anything at all!i"

"Ow, ow, ow! Hu'ts, it hu'ts!"

"Does it now? I'm sorry...Just a little more! You'll have the poorest resistance if you won't sit still and-"

"Wa-aa-agh! MOMMY!"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up..."

"Wa-ah-ah-ah! MOM-MY!"

After seeing that the child was properly filled with the right dosages of medication, one of which forced his muscles into a paralyzed state so he couldn't bring his resisting defiance to a physical level, the soul placed him inside of a casket-like capsule. The child could only watch with a horrid stare, his cerulean eyes shimmering with tears, even though they were already shimmery without the tears. They made him look beautiful...Wait, that wasn't fair! He was made from that wench's direct DNA. How could he look beautiful if everything about him was in that cursed woman's shape?! He should have been ugly...

Overcome with this new found hatred, the angry soul quickly closed the capsule, before he did something that'd foul his plans. He watched as the boy seemingly fell into a kind of dazed state, his eyes looking all the more beautiful as they became sleepy. He was such a beautiful child...No one would ever suspect he was practically a walking threat, that he was capable of slipping a knife through their ribs if given the chance...Or at least, that's what the soul intended. The special hormone within his brain would soon leak out to the rest of his body, at the soul's command, and it'd increase a series of negative emotions: hatred, blood lust, an excitement for chaos. He'd turn against whatever little friends he'd have in the Seireitei within an instant second. And just like that, the Seireitei would be in ruins. He'll be a little toddler with the power of the most diabolical criminal Soul Society's ever seen, the power of the Gotei 13's first kenpachi. Even the current Kenpachi probably couldn't come close to this child.

Now, all the soul had to do was wait for the right moment...