Warning: A lot of mistakes (I'll fix them later) and cursing.
Hi, this is my first Bleach fanfic. (: It's about the future and zombies (: Okay I came up with this idea from playing too much assassin's creed 3. There's the whole synchronization thingy except it's present time not in the past thing.
"Your sacrifice won't be in vain."
That was what that man told me before they sealed me up and put me to eternal sleep. I dreamed and dreamed... But I couldn't open my eyes... I couldn't see reality...
Then after the dreaming...
"Wake up, Uliquiorra Cifer. You can't fail me now!"
"Sir, the synchronization rate is 84%."
"The power's going on full!"
Slowly but surely... I will awaken to the call of my people.
My name is Vincent Leon Davinci, in my youth I was a prodigy in science. I was a greedy and proud fool. Just like every other human... I thought of myself as nearly god but...
When the zombie plague took over the world... People became desperate, for once in history of mankind people put aside everything to build spaceships to save our race. For many decided to forsake Earth... At least until it was safe to return but...
There wasn't enough time... Or maybe we were weak... Limited by human constraints... But either way, the zombies came... Past our army, past our air force, past our navy, past our militia... Right in front of our sanctuary. Politicians, so-called world leaders, the rich and wealthy, and the old world 'valuable' people just boarded the space ships and left...
Left their people with broken and false promises...
But I wasn't in despair, it was my chance... I never intended to leave this planet of endless possibilities! While people reach for the stars I call forth the diamonds hidden deep within the crevices of my world. I saw this as a minor, unimportant, side detail. I knew they were cowards, running off to a distant planet in hopes of outrunning the disease.
Hmph, I applaud them for their simple and primitive ideas and hopes...
I managed to convince the remainders of our leaders to give me time and resources... I told them I would deliver the world to the humans. I, Vincent Leon Davinci, would return the world to them. At first they did not believe me, I told them I was not going to create mutants to take care of the zombies because that proved to failure. The virus just mutated to accommodated their new hosts.
Fools... I proposed to create battloids, androids that would fight for mankind.
They told me, it would take too long to train them but I laughed, no, it would only take a few weeks at minimum and a few years at max if all goes well. They told me they already had men in battle armor to fight the zombies but they always got overwhelmed by the sheer numbers.
"That's a limited way of looking at things." I told them, "I do not intend to make men in robots, that is only wrapping a piece of meat and chucking it at dogs with no opposable thumbs."
I remembered leaning forward, sitting on the edge of my seat in excitement, in a quiet and careful voice, I said, "I intent to make androids controlled entirely by humans."
Of course with their limited and narrow minded views they thought I was just talking about remote controls or whatnot, as if I would waste my time and their time with idealistic drivel. Honestly! I told them I was going to create a way for a robot to completely be human. A mind of a human.
Surgically removing a human brain and transplanting it into a robot? They asked, I shook my head, no no no! That is too stupid. Zombies have mutated to have heightened senses they can smell a prey miles away, air tight or not they can still sense humans. Putting a brain into a metal contraption isn't going to change a thing!
I said, "I will create a chip to be implanted in host's brain that will help synchronize and bridge the gap between the human and robot. They will feel all that the robot can feel and see all that the robot can see. They will be the robots themselves!"
Of course those fools thought I meant remote control just in a more deeper level. Obviously not! As superior as a human mind is, it cannot control more than one body at a time! The senses would overload the mind and drive the person mad or paralyzed for awhile. No, I meant the human is put into a coma while battling as a Battloid. This was the closest mankind will ever achieve to immorality. As long as the body is not harmed or disturbed... They will live forever in a Battloid and retain eternal youth in both bodies.
Those fools agreed at first and pooled some money over but after a few months they tossed the ideas aside, in favor of other foolish and stupid devices that failed obviously!
It took me 50 years... 50 long years to convince those old crones to give my idea a chance, after series of failures and larger population of the undead... The fools came crawling back, full of smiles and promises.
When I finally got the consent, I immediately set out for the old lab. Sealed with steel and concrete... those fools wanted to make sure I didn't do anything without their permission! It took me a few days for those simpering assistants to open the door. And when they did I walked in...
My temple... My poor and ignored temple...
"Turn on the power generators to full power." I ordered, I didn't want anyone to see Uliquiorra... I wanted to see if Uliquiorra was still functioning, if not I wanted to keep my sorrow to myself...
As they ran off, my lab coat swept up clouds of dust, my face wrinkled in disgust. My temple nearly in ruins! As I punched in passwords with my aged fingers, my eyes darting around. The door slid open with a loud groan and within was my greatest creation... The one I put the most effort in...
"Uliquiorra..."
The Battloid was covered in layers of dust but still it kept its knelt position. Head bowed and arms resting by its sides. Behind it was its human host... Sleeping in a capsule, I walked over to the tube. And blew off the dust, my greatest creation to be neglected like this! Finally the green glowing liquid cold be seen and the host was fine. Its eyes still closed in slumber, the oxygen mask was still functioning and secure, countless little white air bubbles floating up as the host breathed and dreamed.
Wires and tubes along its spine, measuring different waves and feeding and caring for the disciple of my making. Then as the wires hummed to life, I turned back to the Battloid.
"Uliquiorra, do not fail me now!" I demanded, as engines began to roar to life, whirling and humming. Little red numbers beeped at me, "Synchronization level is 10%... 20%... 30%... 50%... 70%... 80%... 81%... 82%... 83%... 84%..."
The closed eyes suddenly flashed open. Relief coursed through my veins, "Welcome to the real world, Uliquiorra Cifer."
"You are to clear the infected and zombies in section D3." A robotic voice commanded, Uliquiorra nodded as he stood up. His joints cracking and popping. He had been waiting for orders since the dawn of yesterday.
Humans have banded together and created a capital of modern technology and called it a sanctuary. But outbreaks of the plague had put the people on the edge. There's been a steady rise of lock downs lately... There were special walls that locked off every block when there was code red in the area. But somehow sections have been overrun by zombies... Who have evolved rapidly.
In the beginning they could barely walk, now they can run and climb at alarming speeds but this was due to all the mutants that failed to protect humanity.
Uliquiorra tilted his head as he tried to get more signals, "Cifer, there is an optional objective: Rescue the mayor of Section D3 and his son. We have recently received a distress signal from him."
Uliquiorra cleared his throat and responded calmly, "I accept optional objective."
"Cifer, if you succeed you will receive a bonus of $50k." Uliquiorra nodded as he waited a little longer, "Here is the attachments and files you need."
On the corner of his sight a small box popped up calculating how long it would take to download the files. "10%... 50%... Completed, open Isshin Kurosaki files?"
Uliquiorra nodded silently.
"Isshin Kurosaki" A picture of a square jawed man with a slight stubble appeared,
"Gender: Male"
"Age: 35 years old"
"Blood type: AB"
"Birthday: December 10"
"Weight and Height: 176 lb and 186 cm"
"Wife: Masaki Kurosak decreased approximately 30 hours ago."
Uliquiorra blinked, that was around the time the section D3 got reports of infection. He hoped that there wasn't anymore of those unreasonable people demanding that he save their love ones when they're already dead and turned. He'd hate to deal with their emotions when he had to kill their love ones.
"Children:
Ichigo Kurosaki (Son)
Status: Still alive, last report 15 hours ago.
Yuzu Kurosaki (Daughter)
Status: Infected, last report 15 hours ago.
Karin Kurosaki (Daughter)
Status: Missing, unknown, last report 15 hours ago.
Priority:
Mr. Isshin Kurosaki (Bonus $50k)
Ichigo Kurosaki (Bonus +$15k)
No reports of rescuing Yuzu Kurosaki or Karin Kurosaki
Do not rescue them. Top priority is the Mayor."
Uliquiorra nodded and took off running. As his feet ran on auto pilot mode, skiming over the roof tops and debris, he scanned the info on Ichigo Kurosaki.
"Ichigo Kurosaki
Birthday: July 15
Age: 10 years old"
A picture of a little boy with shocking orange hair appeared with one of the biggest smiles Uliquiorra had ever seen. Beep! "Arriving destination, 3 meters."
Uliquiorra closed the files as he leaped over the lock down wall. His feet landing lightly over the roof. He scanned the area and saw a lot zombies stumbling around, he sighed, priority came first.
"Arrrgh..." Uliquiorra turned to see a shambling female zombie reach for him. In one fluid motion, he grabbed her head and twisted it off then he gently laid the body down. Even though his lack of flesh and blood did not prevent zombies from investigating. Luckily his fleshless body kept most zombies from outright attacking him. He lifted the woman's head and quickly did a scan,
"Julia Rothman, age 25 years old, marked for decreased. Cause of death, zombie plague... Sending death report... Sent."
"Congrats, Uliquiorra Cifer, position Battloid, credited $100 to account. Section D3 Current Population: 250."
Of which most are infected, Uliquiorra thought humorlessly. He didn't mind getting paid so little for such dangerous work... Battloids didn't have rights... Most people despise them, well that's because they don't know Battloids actually have human minds. Since many failures of human experiments, people were outright against human experiments. To maintain peace, the leaders have told the public that Battloids are simply complex robots there are no human experiments involved with this.
A lie of course... But ever since Uliquiorra has awaken... He felt detached... He didn't remember much about his human life... Whether he was successful or not...
"Approaching target's house."
Uliquiorra blinked, there were screaming within the building. Uliquiorra quickly hooked a rope around the chimney of a nearby house before slamming down on the fire escape. Three zombies rattled at the bars of the 3rd floor. It appears there are survivors... But who?
"Steel armor activated."
Uliquiorra didn't want his skin damaged, it cost too much to maintain a human looking appearance, plus those zombies couldn't be more than 20 hours old, that meant they were fast and harder to kill. Catching the shambling diseased corpse off guard, Uliquiorra quickly crushed one of their skulls with a round house kick then the other he just snapped its neck. The last one stared at him dumbly before lunging, Uliquiorra quickly side stepped so the corpse just ran off the rusty bars to the hard and unforgiving ground.
He quickly sent death reports as he scanned the window, there was too much dry blood all over the windows for him to make out what's inside.
"Uliquiorra Cifer, Position Battloid, sent to rescue any remaining uninfected civilians. Please state your name and position."
Uliquiorra stepped back with his hands slipped innocently into his pockets and his feet spread apart in a defensive position as he waited. A quiet muffled voice asked,
"Were you sent to... Rescue us?" Hope filled the voice as it answered.
"Yes, as I've stated before."
"I-I'm Ichigo Kurosaki... Um position... A student I guess?" A quivering voice said, Uliquiorra's eyebrows rose.
"Ichigo Kurosaki... Eldest Son of Isshin Kurosaki correct?"
Soft paddling of feet steps grew louder as the boy stepped closer, so close that Uliquiorra could make out that shock of orange hair and large brown eyes. Uliquiorra leaned closer as the boy came closer. A small hand pressed itself against the bullet proof window, Uliquiorra looked at it before placing his larger hand over it. Slowly the steel armor peeled off his face. Revealing his deathly pale face and the two cracks that ran down his cheeks.
It looked like he was crying black tears but reality it was just the gap between his metal skeleton.
The boy's eyes widen. He's heard of Battloids, how they were a menace to society because of their violent and ruthless personalities but this man... Before him looked nothing like the pictures people showed him in school. He didn't have sharp razor teeth or red evil eyes or horns on his head like a devil. In fact he looked pretty normal, though a bit too lean and short.
That smooth and pale face, was beautiful... More beautiful than those carved master pieces of Michelangelo. His glowing emerald eyes was so beautiful... So mesmerizing... His upper lip, though painted black was soft and delectable looking.
"Ichigo, what's out there?" Isshin asked nervously, blood dripped down his temple, Ichigo turned back to his father, "Ah! Dad there's a Battloid out there... Do I open the window?"
Isshin stumbled closer, squinting his eyes, "Who are you?"
Uliquiorra blinked as he scanned the middle aged man, "Uliquiorra Cifer, Mr. Isshin Kurosaki, we have received your distress signal and..."
"Far too late..." The man interrupted him, Uliquiorra frowned, "Excuse me, Mr. Isshin Kurosaki?"
The man laughed as a bubble of blood oozed then he lifted a blacken and infected bitten hand. Uliquiorra blinked as Isshin motioned his son to open the window. "Ichigo... Go with... With that man... He'll take you... Somewhere safe."
Uliquiorra's alarms were going off as Isshin coughed up more blood. The blood was getting darker... Uliquiorra controlled his urgency... He nearly growled when Ichigo fumbled around clumsily with the latch.
As latch slid open and the window slowly opened... Isshin collapsed... The boy turned to his fallen father, about to touch the infected. Uliquiorra quickly slam the window open and yanked the child back before his once father lunged for him. Yellowed teeth missing the boy's finger tips by inches. Uliquiorra leaned back and felt the fire escape bars behind him.
"Father!" Ichigo screamed but Uliquiorra could sense the zombies coming by the dozens. He had to finish things quickly if he wanted to deliver Ichigo back safely. Uliquiorra used his pointer and middle fingers and tapped Isshin's forehead. Zap... Laser shot out of his finger tips as Isshin's head exploded into a bloody and gory mess.
Ichigo screamed in horror as his father's headless body toppled backwards. His cries muffled by a hard and pale hand covering his mouth. The last thing he heard was that robotic voice saying in a monotonous voice,
"Mr. Isshin Kurosaki is dead, optional objective failure."
He remembered the tears rolling down his cheeks, was this all he was? Was this all they were to the Battloids? Missions? Objectives?
Yet... He felt a strange attraction to that handsome and cold man...
9 years later...
"Congratulations, Ichigo Kurosaki! For being the mayor of the year!" A short and wide man said loudly through the microphone, as the orange haired youth waved and walked up the stage, a camera followed his every movements. Girls on the first row sighed and clapped their hands together as the handsome man flashed a dazzling smile at their direction.
Ichigo straightened his tux jacket as he made his way to governor Kimchi, he bowed 90 degrees as he accepted the trinket. Ahh... Another worthless piece those higher ups give him. Through the false smile, his brown eyes swirled in hate and disgust as he shook the man's grease hand. Governor Kimchi laughed loudly and shook the hand heartly.
Once they stopped, Ichigo secretly wiped his hands as he turned, away from the camera, to his seat.
Governor Kimchi sneered, hmph, curse Isshin and his ilk.
AS Ichigo smiled at the cameras, he silently cursed these events. He despised all the higher ups... Every single one of them... Because of them... His father was dead... They in purposely sent the Battloid late...
And all of them were waiting for his father to die so they could claim their Sector...
9 years before...
The cold Battloid took him to the capital so they could decide what to do with the orphan. Ichigo sat there, covered in blood and gore... The Battloid led him with a hand pressed lightly on his back.
"Mr. Ichigo Kurosaki do not be afraid-"
Slap,
"Don't touch me, Battloid." Ichigo hissed, the Battloid's eyes widen a fraction before blinking away the confusion. Ichigo gritted his teeth, how complex was that scrap of metal's reactions! It must've taken those big wigs years to make him.
"Don't talk to me either, Battloid!" Ichigo grounded out, his fists curled tight. He stuck out his bottom lip and waited defiantly for the Battloid to kill him or have a 'malfunction' so the big wigs could have one less Kurosaki to worry about.
The Battloid blinked once more before stepping back. His arms hung loosely by his sides.
Ichigo hated him... Despised him... That thing killed his father! How dare this thing walked around freely after killing his father?
"Ano, Mr. Ichigo Kurosaki, it is that way." The Battloid said, pointing at the opposite direction the orange haired boy was heading. Ichigo scowled darkly, he was about to stick his tongue out at the damn Battloid but the Battloid had a small smile on its pale face.
Ichigo's mouth parted in shock and his heart hammered in his chest but then he scowled darkly as he stomped toward the direction of the Battloid and glared at the Battloid. But the scrap of metal was still smiling, then as Ichigo walked past the Battloid he kicked the man as hard as he could but in the next few seconds he spent it hopping around in pain.
The stupid android didn't even flinch, he just looked amused as he followed the short tempered boy.
"Hmmm, we told you to rescue Mr. Isshin not his son." Governor Kimchi said with a thick and fat cigar in his flabby mouth. His little beady eyes looked at the skinny little boy scowling at him.
"Throw him in the orphanage!" A stick thin woman said as she powdered her face, Ichigo remembered her to be the mayor of Sector B, one of the most prestigious sectors of the Sanctuary. "Oh, I can't bear sad dirty children in my midst. It breaks my heart when I have to deal with their grubby faces and tears!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Mr. Kimchi and ." The Battloid said calmly, the rest of the room's audience glared and grasped as if what he just said was blasphemy. Well, in a way it was 'cause the Battloid project was funded cause the big wigs gave the nerds permission to create them and for the Battloid to even talk against them was like spitting in god's face.
"Mr. Ichigo Kurosaki is the mayor of Sector D." The man said calmly,
"Impossible!"
"That cannot be!"
"Where's the proof, you scrap of metal, I mean Uliquiorra?"
Uliquiorra put his hands around Ichigo's neck, "If I may, Mr. Ichigo Kurosaki."
His smooth and thin fingers elegantly unbuttoned Ichigo's shirt and slowly slipped in and pulled out a key. The key to the Sector... "Mr. Ichigo Kurosaki, is the heir to the position before all of you."
Ichigo touched the key unconsciously, he could almost feel those surprisingly warm hands pressing the key to his palms. Even though Ichigo knew that his father never gave him the key... Ichigo gritted his teeth and looked down at his expensive leather shoes. He'd rather die that say thank you to that robot.
But why in the world did that robot give him the key? He could've given it to any of the big wigs like a dog he was...
Was there a glitch somewhere?
"Mr. Kurosaki, how do you feel about the Battloids considering how you were able to see one in action during your youth." The show host asked with his glittering blue tux.
Ichigo shook his head to clear his mind. He was not worried about that android... Not at all. Ichigo flashed a smile, "I'm sorry?"
The show host laughed and said, "Shame on you not paying any attention, Mr. Kurosaki!"
Ichigo rubbed the back of his head with a weak laugh, "Yeah, I'm sorry."
The host gushed over him before repeating his question, Ichigo blinked and looked down at his feet. What did he think of them? He could already hear the audience muttering among themselves and offering their own opinions about the robots.
"They say we will see the end of the zombies... Soon there will be no need for them anymore." Ichigo said calmly, neither taking their side or going against them. Ichigo smirked at Governor Kimichi and the show host. It was clear that the damn show host was bribed to ask such a question so he could make Ichigo look bad.
But Ichigo wasn't even half as dumb as they thought. The sweating show host laughed nervously, "Ah, so Mr. Kurosaki, what do you think we should do with the Battloids when they are no longer needed?"
Ichigo laughed in a friendly manner but his eyes told the show host that he was on his hit list. "I don't know. It's be a waste of funds if we just kill them and Dr. Davinci refuse to give us the rights to his technology. So there's not much we can do with them really."
Almost 50 miles away, a man with shocking blue hair and a man with shaggy messy black hair crowded around a tiny t.v. while occasionally rotating the antenna when the screen flickered.
"Hmph fuck that shit!" The man with blue hair growled, he jabbed a finger at the cracked screen, "That son of a bitch just want us dead and gone! Look how fake his shitty smile is! It's so fake it's plastic!"
Uliquiorra sighed and tighten his arms around his knees, "Grimmjow, please be more respectful toward our superiors."
"Superiors? Fuck that! Superior in what fuckin' sense?" Grimmjow growled as he flexed his lean and muscular arms, "I'm hotter than all those fat pigs combined and a thousand times stronger!"
Nnoitra laughed as he walked into the cramped living room, his long weapon fell heavily next to him with a loud thunk, "Hahaha! Grimmy here's just mad 'cause all the ladies think his looks are fake."
Grimmjow growled at Nnoitra and clenched his fists angrily but he didn't do a thing because he knew without a shred of doubt Nnoitra was as short tempered as he was. With a loud sigh, Grimmjow sat down with a loud thump. His cheek resting on his palm as his elbow rested on his crossed legs.
"Fuck... Why the hell do they have to tell the damn public that we're just robots... Heck as if that old geezer, Davinci, would bother wastin' his time makin' us all pretty an' everything." Grimmjow muttered angrily, "Why the fuck do we got to work our butts off for those damn sheeps?"
Grimmjow continued as he used his claws to carve rich politicians' faces on the faded tiles before punching them all in. It was understandable that Grimmjow was mad; he used to be part of the marines and everything but now... He was considered nothing more than a lowly thug. Uliquiorra sighed as he stood up, he didn't remember who he was before but it didn't matter, he couldn't imagine a life out of killing zombies. Brushing the dust off his pants and clothes. He unsheathed his katana,
"They're here..."
Nnoitra grinned as he stood up, Grimmjow cracked his knuckles,
"Oh yeah..."
Slowly the door shook as decaying bodies pressed themselves against the door, rattling the door.
"Easy does it boys." Grimmjow said smiling as his claws popped out. Yes... There was no life outside of killing the dead. Uliquiorra thought as the dead exploded through the splinters and planks. Positioning his sword back, Uliquiorra waited for the blood lust to take him over and make him feel alive again...
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