A/N: WHEEEE
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You would think being picked to be on the Espada would be a great call for celebration. It wasn't. Not for Sora that is.
Sora spent a whole week fretting in his room. He even lost weight from being so scared. He knew he wasn't worthy, he knew he wasn't as powerful as Zommari. He wasn't as fast and his heirro wasn't as strong. He was just a kid with a dog and a dad and a mom whose somewhere. He wasn't anyone special.
When the day of the meeting arrived, he holed himself in his closet with his pillow and dog. His father knocked on the closet door.
"Come out from there." Ulquiorra had a great deal of patience. But even he had limits.
"NO!"
"Come out now"
"I don't wanna."
"Yes you will."
"Nuhuh!"
"Don't make me come in there."
"WOOF!" Bitch made her opinion clear.
"You tell him girl!"
Ulquiorra felt a vein pulsate in his head. This was getting ridiculous.
"Still not getting out huh?" Szayel sauntered in, smiling lightly. "You can't blame him really, he's still a kid."
Ulquiorra frowned slightly. "That is no excuse."
"You're going to be here forever if you try to order him out." Szayel pointed out. "Just let him make his own decision. You can't coddle him forever."
To say what Ulquiorra's been doing for years was coddling was kind of weird and yet true. Some other people would say Ulquiorra has been doing nothing close to coddling. Politely they would say it was child abuse.
Ulquiorra made his decision. "I expect you at the meeting."
He and Szayel left, hours past.
Sora stayed in the closet.
"Hey brat." Grimmjow walked in. "Do you still have my stash?"
"It's under the cabinet in the little trick box." Grimmjow retrieved his catnip. "Thanks kid."
As Grimmjow walked away he paused. "Don't be a loser and hide, I didn't help you for all these years to see you chicken out like a fucking wimp." With that parting wisdom, Grimmjow left.
A few hours passed, Sora was confident he was not going to the meeting. Everything was perfectly fine here. Sure the dog smelled funny and he was hungry but he wasn't going to that meeting.
Stark, usually last to arrive made a detour. "Hey kid." He tapped on the closet door with a hand. "Come on, it's time to go."
"I don't wanna go."
Stark sighed and in an uncharacteristic movement, opened the door and grabbed the kid by the back of his jacket. "Look kid, if Aizen says go you have to go." If he couldn't skip the meetings than neither could the kid.
Sora shook his head, dangling from Stark's grip. "But I'm scared."
Stark looked at Sora evenly. "We're all scared." He let the boy rest on his shoulders.
"Really?" Sora clenched onto Stark's jacket, peeking through the hair.
"Yeah. That's why we grow strong and powerful. We don't want to be scared anymore." Stark started walking slowly towards the meeting room. "But no matter what there is always someone more powerful than yourself. The key to it is how you handle it."
"Handle it?"
"Yeah." Stark shared his golden nuggets of wisdom. "We all do things to handle things."
Sora thought about before nodding. "I guess."
"So grow strong and don't ever look back in fear."
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The meeting room was empty and slowly it started to fill up.
Gin was first, he was always in a place he was never wanted.
The first of the Espada was Ulquiorra, following closely behind was Szayel. The two took their seats.
The noveno arrived.
Barrigan arrived next, followed closely by Yammi.
Nnoitra sneaked into the room, plopping himself down on his chair. "So, who wants to bet Stark is going to be last again?"
Szayel leaned forward. "I'll take that wager."
"As will I." The noveno scratched his hair, it seems he was adopted his Kaien persona.
"Loser has to wear a bunny suit." Nnoitra said, putting down his wager. "Winner or winners….get a portion of my porn collection."
The others ignored them.
Halibel arrived, sitting quietly in her seat.
Two hours passed.
Grimmjow arrived with what looked like blood on his face. He had a wide grin on his face as well. Grimmjow slouched into his chair, every inch the predator. Had the others realized, Grimmjow was high as a kite a few hours ago, they might've teased him endlessly about it.
Now all that was left was Stark and Sora.
Even Aizen arrived before the two. He looked at the empty seats. "If seems we are missing two members."
"My apologies Aizen-sama I should have taken him with me." Ulquiorra bowed his head slightly.
"No worries." Aizen wasn't at all concerned.
A few more hours passed by and finally the doors opened. Stark walked in, a pillow under one arm and a booster seat in the other. Sora walked in after him, his pillow nearly as big as he. Nnoitra swore as he lots his bet and now had to parade around in a bunny suit for the next month.
He handed Sora the seat before going to his seat. He was late because he was searching for things for the meeting. Why hasn't he brought a pillow before? Good sleep comes from comfort.
The boy put the booster seat on the chair first, then climbed on. Now his head was above the table. He then put the pillow on the table, and put his head on it.
A young boy needs his sleep in order to grow tall.
Aizen coughed politely. "Now that we are all here, let us bring the tea out."
Tea was served and the meeting started.
After the first hour, Sora was fast asleep, his head on his pillow. The meeting was mind crushingly dull, might as well catch up on some sleep. Sora was falling asleep, his eyelids closing as he tried to listen to Aizen speak. But he soon gave up. He knew he wasn't going to contribute anything worthy. He was just here to listen. The meeting was about the most mundane things and a few battle plans.
It was a good thing Sora was cute, or else his head might've been on a chopping block. Besides, Aizen had plans. He had foreseen such a bright future for the boy.
Later when the meeting ended, Ulquiorra carried Sora back to his room. His blue hair was tousled and there was a bit of drool on his face. It was only the first meeting and things have gone better than expected.
Sora displayed no arrogance or presumption. Sure he slept through most of it but that was to be expected. The meetings are so dull it nearly made Ulquiorra perfect how to sleep with his eyes open. He already got a perfect poker face.
It went from one year, to two, to three. How odd it was. For the first year, Sora expected retribution from Zommari and yet nothing occurred. A few arrancar were jealous and a few tried to kill him but he survived and killed them back. He realized that he got stronger.
During this time, Sora's training continued.
After the third year, Sora realized exactly why Zommari was kicked out. Zommari did nothing unless ordered, no independent thought. That meant Zommari did not evolve, did not get stronger. But Sora did. Sora trained his little butt off for three years straight. He had help from his father, Szayel and even Grimmjow at times. At the end of it, he could fight Grimmjow to a standstill while Grimmjow is not released.
So fully confident, he challenged Zomarri officially.
Zommari was called to the training room, where the other Espada were.
"Zommari." Aizen said with a fatherly smile. "You have a challenger."
Zommari blinked. "A challenger?" After three years, finally Aizen-sama speaks to him and this is what he had been dreaming of?
"For your rank." Aizen chuckeld. "It appears Sora-kun thinks he can do a better job."
The eleven year old boy waved.
"Do you accept? If you win, you get your spot back. If you lose, Sora gets your rank and number forever until someone kills him."
Zommari bowed his head. "I accept."
The two combatants faced each other.
"Child if you give up now, I will spare your life."
Sora grinned lazily. "Few years ago, I might've taken your offer. But now…." He vanished.
Zommari dodged the round house kick, putting more steps into his sonido leaving behind quasi clones. "You are no match for my sonido!"
The five clones attacked at the boy, swords swung down.
Sora didn't move.
"It does not matter if you are quicker than me." The swords meet his skin but did not break it. "If you cannot pierce me, it is no use.' Sora gripped the real sword and tossed Zommari back.
While Zommari's sonido was quite faster than Sora, his reaction time was very acute. He batted the blade away a few times, his heirro stronger than Zommari's blade.
His eyes unlike his fathers were not 'all seeing' but they could trace the path of person's destination. Almost like seeing the future but no quite. To him, in his mind's eyes he can see exactly where they are going, when they will show up and he will be there waiting. His brain plotted out coordinate points and something else accurately guesses on which path will be taken. Finally his scatterbrained brain could be of use.
If they moved quicker than he could see, he would be unable to predict their movements. That was the one disadvantage he had as Zommari started moving even quicker. He was blurs to his eyes and he moved in complex ways.
Wanting to end this, Sora summoned his sword, forming it from his reiatsu. His reiatsu had grown quite large, contributing to his heirro's strength. With two quick slashes, he crippled Zommari. Blood dripped from the Espada's legs and onto the ground.
He let the tip of his blade lightly touch Zommari's throat. "Yield?" He asked, the mere force of gravity pushed the blade down, digging into his throat. The blade was as peculiar as its owner but one thing was for sure, it is a blade that cuts because Sora wanted it to sharp enough to gut an arrancar in seconds.
And Zommari did.
"Congratulation Sora-kun." Aizen patted the boy's back. "You're the seventh Espada now." Aizen smiled for other reasons than praise, everything was going to plan.
Sora grinned proud of himself. The only thing wrong with this was that his father was not here. Dad was on some mission or another. Figures. It seemed, as the years past his father didn't become such a big presence in his life anymore. What was wrong? Did Sora make his father embarrassed?
That was why he took training with such vigor, to defeat the seventh. He wanted his father's praise. Ulquiorra was hard to please.
Later in the evening, his father returned.
"Dad!" The eleven year old clamored in front of his dad's face. "Dad! Guess what?"
Ulquiorra walked right on by, closed the door to his room and locked it.
Sora stared. "Guess what dad; I'm the seventh Espada now." He said in a small voice before trudging back to his room. It wasn't fair.
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A/N: I should do something special for Valentines. What day is it again?
Family problems….again! Not much humor here eh?....*hrm*...don't worry there are a little bit in it but it is a more serious chapter.