Alright, here we are back again guys with the second chapter of this. It actually got a pretty great reception, over 900 follows on just the first chapter. Guess you either like the premise, or you guys are hard up for for a Bleach story. I know the feeling to be honest.
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Anyway, moving on-
One thing I should point out though for people who don't really remember Yukio all that much, or understand his powers. Is that...Yukio is kind of bullshit and powerful. He never really applied himself or his power properly, but it's a match for Gremmy's power, if not superior due to it lacking the particular weakness Gremmy's had.
And well, canonically, Yukio could have beaten Pre-time skip Toshiro pretty easily, and hell if he wasn't an idiot in their fight, he might have even beat the time skip Toshiro who had been training for two years. As it is, by then he had captain tier spiritual energy, without ever applying himself well. This is for three reasons, one Yukio has bullshit potential, two he'd had his fullbring unlocked since he was like four if I remember correctly, and thirdly he used said fullbring constantly, all day long, pretty much every day for over ten years. So he was always passively using his spiritual energy, and thus it was always growing.
Since it's two years back, he's not captain tier in his spiritual energy at this point, though he is a decent bit above your average vice captain, like say Momo in energy capacity. For reference, I'll leave this here:
0 – Human
10 – Low-Class Base Hollow
50 – Mid-Class Base Hollow/Standard Unseated Officer
100 – High-Class Base Hollow
250 – Elite-Class Base Hollow
1000 – Low-Class Gillian
5000 – Mid-Class Gillian
10,000 – High-Class Gillian
25,000 – Elite-Class Gillian
100,000 – Low-Class Adjuchas/Standard Vice Captain
250,000 – Mid-Class Adjuchas
500,000 – High-Class Adjuchas
1,000,000 – Elite-Class Adjuchas/Standard Captain
2,500,000 – Low-Class Vasto Lorde (Advanced Captain Class)
5,000,000 – Mid-Class Vasto Lorde
10,000,000 – High-Class Vasto Lorde (Stark?) (Beyond Captain Class?)
25,000,000 – Elite-Class Vasto Lorde
Also, this is pure spiritual energy capacity, not strength.
And that's all, hope you enjoy the chapter guys.
"God I'm scrawny looking aren't I?" Yukio mused to himself as he examined himself in a shiny reflective surface, not quite a mirror but it was polished to the degree it could double as one.
"Release me human!" a howl of fury came from a few metres in front of him, followed by a roar of flame that splashed harmlessly against the reflective surface he was admiring himself within.
It came from the lizard hollow. Stuck within a large rectangular barrier he'd created to act as a cage for it, and the other nine hollow he'd captured. Unlike it, the others just continued to roar and thrash against the chains binding them, to no avail.
They were all currently within what he affectionally referred to as his command centre. It wasn't truly anything fancy, it was a huge spacious room with dark walls and gleaming dark blue tiles, and at the far end of the room was an absolutely massive futuristic super computer that allowed him to monitor everything within his Fullbring and control everything within it as well.
"Honestly, I'm pretty good looking to be honest." Yukio rubbed his chin, "Just a scrawny runt though." he added with a nod. That was probably mostly due to his bad living habits. He ate tons of junk food and had a horrible sleep schedule and never exercised.
Honestly it was probably only due to his spiritual energy he wasn't some fat completely unfit blob really.
He was much better looking than his other self, though build wise he didn't come close even if he was vastly stronger, "Yeah, no girl is gonna want to seriously go out with a runt like me." Yukio huffed in annoyance.
Honestly, before today that hadn't even been a thought he cared about. But he was two made one now, and with that came the desires and motivations of his other self.
'I'll need to work on that.' he mused. But it was easily fixable either way thanks to both his money and his power.
With a shrug, he turned away from the surface of the cage and walked around it to hop into the nice big comfy spinny gaming chair in front of the massive super computer, ignoring the obscenities and threats the lizard hollow spat at him.
"I'll destroy you human! I'll suck the marrow from your bones! I'll melt your very soul down before devouring it whole!" it howled in a rage, spitting hot fire.
Which did nothing because the hollow was just that weak.
It was neat though that it could breathe fire. Pretty cool actually. It made it almost look like a bootleg wingless dragon.
A drake? Wyvern?
Well, whatever.
'Time to experiment a little.' Yukio grinned, "Alright computer, take a scan of all of the hollows spiritual power and then mine, and use them to make a numerical reference scale."
The computer, prompted into action by his voice got right to work. And it wasn't long before it was complete.
In less than a minute, a scale of reference was created and displayed on a screen before him. Ten hollows in total, each with their picture displayed and a number below it.
37, 31, 36, 43, 25, 37,16, 42, 23.
Hmm, they were roughly all within the general range of each other. 'Well except for one stand out.' Yukio hummed, bright green eyes flickering over to the picture of the lizard hollow. Honestly, admiring it for a moment, Yukio admitted it was pretty intimidating looking. A pitch black leather quadruped body with massive, muscular legs, and a long spike tipped tale. The bone white mask atop its face, was in the shape of a lizard skull with red tribal markings across it, and at the top end flared out into a series of spikes reminiscent of a crown.
272.
It was way stronger than the others. In fact, it had nearly more spiritual power than all the other ones put together. Using those nine as a reference point, he could conclude they were average? At least for those that had made it to the world of the living. Which meant the lizard hollow was quite a bit above average.
Perhaps it was close to evolving into a Gillian class hollow? Entering the stage of the Menos Grande?
'Then again, maybe not…' Yukio's thoughts trailed off as his green eyes flickered to a picture of himself at the end of the screen, and the number displayed below.
334,344.
He was literally over a thousand times more powerful than the lizard hollow when it came to raw spiritual energy.
"I need more reference data before I can say just where I stand though." Yukio sighed, before shrugging.
Well, it did tell him one thing though. He was definitely more powerful than a gillian at the very least if he was a thousand times stronger than a well above average base hollow.
Which should put him at the very least on the level of an Adjuchas tier Menos Grande hollow.
"Well on to the next part then." Yukio bore a wide grin as he swivelled around in his chair to face the enclosed and caged hollows.
The reference data here was nice, but really he wanted these hollows for something entirely different, and their level of power was irrelevant to that desire.
Though they would be useless to him unless they possessed one specific ability.
Yukio clicked his fingers and above each and every single one of the ten hollows, polygon blades of hard light rippled into existence, before descending down and piercing through their backs.
"YOU BASTARD HUMAN!" the lizard hollows roar of pain and rage was almost drowned out by its fellows accompanying squeals, screeches, howls and more of pain themselves.
"My parents were married actually," Yukio replied, "Well, before they offed themselves at least." he added with a shrug.
Couldn't have happened to nicer people.
…Hmm wait, if his parents were dead, did that make him a bastard? No that didn't sound right.
The lizard hollow snarled in reply at his flippant response, before with a groan it succumbed to the stab wound piercing through its body and spilling its blood to the ground.
To Yukio's disappointment, he didn't see anything of what he hoped. Not a single one of the hollows regenerated from the stab wound he gave them.
There was one thing he'd found he could loot from hollows after killing them. Their masks.
He'd tossed them aside as trash in the past, because he didn't know any better. But with the knowledge of his other self, he knew just what kind of potent abilities one who gained the mask of a hollow gained.
The Vizard were proof enough of that.
"Guess I'll need to try and find some more." Yukio sighed in disappointment turning around in his chair. If he was going to take a hollow mask, and gain the power of a hollow through equipping it and binding it to himself, then he wanted one with Instant Regeneration.
Well, at the very least he could just feed the rest to the lizard hollow and keep it around for now to feed to whatever hollow he wanted later and power it up after he found one that matched his criteria and-
"Hm?" Yukio paused in his thoughts as he felt the reiryoku of the lizard hollow plunge down, almost dramatically so.
He swirled around in his chair and his eyes widened as he caught sight of steam hissing from the wound of the hollow, before bubbling flesh erupted into existence and covered the wound, sealing it shut.
"Well now, you really are a step above the average shmuck hollow huh?" Yukio praised with a single clap.
The lizard hollow, huffing out deep exhausted breaths, glared bloody murder at him through poisonous yellow eyes.
Yukio clicked his fingers and the chains binding the lizard hollow disappeared, "You hungry big guy?" the blonde boy grinned at it.
It growled lowly, "…Just what is your game human?" it bit out.
"Well if you're not hungry I guess I'll dispose of them then." Yukio shrugged and completely ignored the lizard hollows question. He clicked his fingers and hard light swords formed into existence above the other hollows, hovering like swords of Damocles.
"Wait!" it lurched, eyes wide with sudden panic as its free meal and strength boost was taken from it. It forced itself to its feet and lunged like a raving beast towards the nearest other hollow, a robust boar hollow with brown leathery skin and sank its maw into the boar hollows neck, drawing a squeal from it as green blood flashed through the air.
It tore the boar hollows throat out and devoured it bit by it, taking in its form and energy and adding it to its own. Before leaping towards the next, and then the next after that.
It was brutal and savage, visceral green blood stained the insides of the cage he'd trapped them in as the lizard hollow killed its brethren one by one and made their powers its own.
And the numerical indicator of energy it had below its picture on his computer screen rose higher and higher with each one it killed and devoured the body and soul of, taking their power for itself.
Until finally, it killed the last.
And the numerical indicator rose up to:
562.
A pitiful number really compared to his own, but it had just more than doubled its strength through devouring those nine other hollows he served up to it.
As it finished it turned towards him, bone white mask covered in green mask and began laughing ominously, "I have no idea what your game is human, but you're going to regret giving me power like this," it bared its teeth at him in a hideous leer, "With this kind of strength, it won't be long before I reach it, the vaunted level of menos grande and you will rue the day you-URK!?" its threats were cut off and its poisonous yellow eyes bulged in shock, horror and pain.
That would be because of the hard light sword stabbed into its neck from above that he'd just formed, "Sure you will mate." Yukio laughed, and then the sword cleaved through.
And the decapitated head of the hollow dropped to the ground.
Its head stared at him in horror even in death.
…Second death?
Before Yukio activated his power and the body dissipated into dark smoke, the mask atop the head clattering to the ground as he banished the barrier. Curling his finger, Yukio manipulated the soul of the air itself between him and the mask and it flew through the air, jumping into his hand.
He examined it for a moment with a grin, taking in the extended snout leading into a mouth full of razor sharp teeth, the crimson markings over its forehead and snout, and the horns atop its back end that reminded him of a crown.
'Ironic how easy it is for me to get my hands on hollow powers.' Yukio laughed lightly. It was only this easy, because it was him, and because his power had a link to hollow power in the first place as a fullbringer.
He wouldn't be able to do something like this with a Zanpakuto or a Quincy's cross unfortunately. There were limits even to his power, unfortunately.
So no Shikai or Bankai or anything like that for him.
But hollow powers would certainly make up for it. Hollows after all, were the one race capable of devouring other spiritual beings and getting stronger from it.
"Well beyond the bount I guess." Yukio snorted, if they even actually existed and that wasn't just filler nonsense.
…Hmm actually, if they were real he might actually be able to use their dolls through manipulating the souls within them with his fullbringer powers.
Something to ponder on later.
He had more important things to do right now, "Equipment." he said aloud, and clicked his fingers.
A holographic display popped up in front of his vision, displaying a full three hundred and sixty degree model of himself. Small floating empty squares hovered over his body at various places. His head, his heck, his torso, his legs, his feet, his arms, his hands, his back and his fingers.
There was actually a lot of equipment slots. But, he just couldn't equip anything willy nilly to any spot. Like in the game Invaders Must Die, the equipment had to fit the body part.
A mask could obviously only be equipped in one place.
The head.
Lifting the mask in his hand, Yukio brought it up to the head slot and pressed the mask against.
And he shuddered as it submerged inside the display, and a picture of the mask appeared on the head equipment slot.
He could it immediately as it took root deep within him. Feel the foreign hollow spiritual energy deep within the depths of his soul.
Yukio let loose a deep breath, before grinning, "Let's try this out." he brought his hand to his face, his fingers forming into a claw shape, before dragging it across his face.
Black spiritual energy tinged with bright green exploded into existence, a familiar mask formed upon his face.
And strength flooded his veins.
"Oh yeaaaah!" Yukio cheered in relish, "That's what I'm talking about!"
Ichigo Kurosaki.
Age 15. Birthday, July 15th which was only a few months away.
A second year high school student at Karakura High School. Well above average in grades, consistently in the top twenty in his year of over three hundred students, and ranking first roughly ninety percent of the time in all physical education classes.
Known for having a spotty record, and having been involved in almost too many physical altercations to count. Detention in the multiple dozens. Though no suspensions or expulsions.
'It's almost surreal how easy and quick this type of thing can be done when you're rich.' Yukio snorted as he read over the file sent to him by his dummy CEO on his computer.
Only two hours had passed since he called Hiroshi and ordered him to get him information on Ichigo, and he already had a detailed family history, personal history and even medical history. Ranging from clubs he'd taken part in growing up, to his freaking blood type. And not just him, his younger twin sisters Yuzu and Karin, his father and even his deceased mother.
Being rich was so useful.
Though for the most part, Yukio's attention was drawn to the very bottom of the personal history, the latest addition. Something that happened just last night in fact.
A report of a truck that lost control and smashed into the Kurosaki clinic and partially destroyed it.
Suspicious.
Not the incident reported. Because he already knew that was fake, he knew it was that fish faced hollow attacking the Kurosaki home that caused the damage. And Ichigo Kurosaki proceeding to obtain the powers of a shinigami and defeating it, that was what really happened. But rather, the suspicious thing of it all to Yukio, was it happened through the night last night.
The very beginning of the story of Bleach.
The very same night where he, while sleeping somehow had become a merging of two different people, from two different worlds.
Beyond the mind boggling part of it all, was the suspicious convenience of just when it occurred.
'Just who, or what is behind this situation?' Yukio clicked his tongue in annoyance, leaning back in his chair and idly spinning around in it as his thoughts wandered in many different directions.
…Sousuke Aizen maybe?
There was always that meme going around that Aizen was always behind everything and anything.
Keikaku doori and all that.
But no even for Aizen that was a stretch.
The Soul King perhaps?
He didn't know much of anything about that guy. But, that seemed far fetched. All he saw through the series, and the one time he actually saw the Soul King in the series his other self watched, the guy…thing rather had no true agency. The Soul King was literally limbless and locked away in some crystal container thing.
'Not really all that impressive to be honest for an almighty god.' Yukio snorted as he stopped spinning and hummed in thought for a moment.
He arrived at a simple conclusion, "Doesn't really matter right now I guess." the young blonde boy decided with a shrug.
Thanks to Hiroshi and his big ol' sacks of cash, he knew when he was at least. And he thankfully had a decent little bit of time before shit hit the fan. A few months even before the big invasion of Soul Society to save Rukia thing would even come about.
"I can work with that." Yukio smiled, threading his fingers behind his head. It not only left him with plenty of time to come up with a plan or two to his benefit, but also power up a tad himself.
….Though there was of course a problem with that.
As he had mastered his Fullbring, there really wasn't any more powers he could gain from it, except if he managed to somehow evolve it again. That was of course highly unlikely as things stood right now.
As a fullbringer, his only options for getting stronger were increasing his spiritual energy and training his physical body.
Usually something that wouldn't given him a lot of viable time to become something of note by time shit hit the fan, but that was a moot point with his Fullbring. If he wanted to, he could spend the next entire month in there.
The equivalent of fifteen hundred days. Just over four years.
He would of course, for sure not be doing that. Because fuck that. But he was still going to spend a decent amount of time in there regardless. Not only could he heal himself within there, he also had access to very specialised equipment and terrains, including the ability to change gravity within it to a degree.
'As long as I stock up on good proper food to eat while in there, I can easily spend a full outside day or two in there.' Yukio mused.
That actually might be the most optimal strategy.
Especially since, the thing he truly lacked the most in, was fighting experience. He'd never properly fought in his life - well, his other self had trained in muay thai kickboxing for a few years, but that wasn't going to do him much good right now, and he obviously had no experience fighting super powered enemies.
But, he could summon and control the alien monsters of the game Invaders Must Die that came in many different shapes and sizes. And of course, there was much weaponry available in the game that he could gain experience training against as well.
On top of it all, his training would simply be better than a normal persons. Not just because his spiritual energy made him superhuman already - but simply due to the fact that him having the ability to passively heal himself within his fullbring, was a game changer for training too.
Each time he tore a muscle through training, it would passively heal while in there, and he would immediately gain the benefit of the training. A normal person would pace themselves through a work out and training, and then take time to rest for the body to heal.
That didn't apply to him. Even low balling it to healing four times fully in an hour, that would allow him to push his limits to the max four times in an hour. That would be the equivalent of four proper work out sets and gains in an hour compared to someone else that would generally take roughly eight days on average for such a thing if they trained every two days, with a rest day between each one to recover.
'Assuming I did that for twenty four hours, that would be the equivalent of someone else, a normal human at least, training for ninety-six weeks.' Yukio hummed.
And again that was low balling it a lot because the healing properties within his fullbring, could repair muscle and tissue damage like that, within a minute or two easily. It even restored fatigue.
Not that he would be working out and training his body for twenty four hours a day, because that was asinine.
So, chop those numbers in half a bit, bring it down to forty weeks in equivalency per day doing it like that. For two days outside, which was equal to one hundred days.
Bringing the training equivalency if going by normal standards, to something akin to four thousand weeks of training, without the same limits on his human body that normal humans had.
Since he was far superior to a normal human.
"Ugh, that's gonna be a pain." Yukio sighed, rolling his eyes. Admittedly, he actually felt a little bit excited at having such a work out option.
The tendencies of his other self bleeding through, that sports nut. He loved the 'grind' as he and the other fitness freaks in gym communities called it. His other self loved the feeling of a burn in his muscles and likened it to progress.
But even though he felt a little excited, he balked at the thought of doing it for so long, consecutively. For it to pan out the way it did in his calculations, he'd need to be training his body for ten hours a day.
Ten hours!
For a hundred days at that!
"Well I suppose I can modify the places pretty easily." Yukio blinked in realisation. He could have anything on television he wanted, his big massive futuristic television inside his fullbring. Or play any game he wanted. Or any music he wanted.
He could have all that while training himself.
That would make it a lot more bearable actually now that he thought about it. Training his body and getting to play any game he wanted at the same time? Especially since he could use his literal mind like a game controller within his fullbring world-
Hey now, that actually sounded like a lot of fun!
And of course there was one other option available to him as well. Bringing his hand into a clawed shape, Yukio focused deep inside himself-
And in a burst of black and green spiritual energy a familiar reptilian hollow mask appeared in his grasp.
"Still so cool." he couldn't help but gush a little.
The hollow mask was seriously something else. The spiritual energy it contained, was pitiful in comparison to his own, and it only had the potency of a normal base hollow. But even with that, when he wore it, the sheer potency of his reiatsu near doubled, and his physical abilities spiked massively.
He felt almost invincible when he we wore it earlier.
Admittedly, because of the tiny pittance of spiritual energy the mask had, it had crumbled away and returned to inside him within a minute at most, but that would be rectified in the future.
Once he fed more hollows to it and empowered it. Not only would that surely give it a bigger store of spiritual energy to be able to be used longer-
But the sheer enhancement it would give his own power and physical abilities when the mask evolved into that of a Menos Grande's, would for sure increase.
Considering how much it strengthened him already, he almost couldn't imagine how much of a boost he would get once it became a Gillian mask, never mind an Adjuchas mask.
"…Imagine what it would be like as a Vasto Lorde mask." Yukio almost drooled at the thought.
Now that was a worthy goal to aspire to!
Of course, considering how weak the hollows around here in the living world were, that would be practically impossible to accomplish.
"I wonder if I could make a garganta?" the boy wondered, spinning in his chair again, kicking his feet off the base on each turn to speed up and up and up until he was a blur of spinning motion, like a full on beyblade.
He'd tried out making a Cero earlier when he was using the mask, but he wasn't capable of it. He probably wouldn't be until the mask evolved into that of a gillian class hollow.
Which sucked, because it meant he wouldn't be able to use Sonido and the other Arrancars powers either, or get a Hierro. That thing was a must get!
'I wonder if I fed an arrancar to my mask, would it evolve into an arrancar mask?' he wondered.
He did however find he could breathe fire like that lizard hollow could, and use the instant regeneration. Well, the instant regeneration was kind of passive in a way. He'd pinched his arm until he drew blood and the little cut had drained over instantly.
But he hadn't tried to make a garganta.
It should be possible even now though, all hollows had the power to make a garganta.
"If I can figure it out, I could go straight to the menos forest and power up on all those gillian roaming about." Yukio mused as he beyblad'ed all around the place.
And there was even a few adjuchas down there as well if he remembered right, like that Guardian Of The Menos Forest guy.
With his power, it should be possible for him if he played things out well.
He stopped spinning, ignoring his dizziness and stood up, "Something to look into later," Yukio shrugged, "For now I'll need to actually go buy clothes."
All his clothing were suits and such, things he'd previously worn to show off his wealth. And frankly, gaudy now that he thought about it.
He felt his cheeks heat up at the thought of wearing clothing like that anymore. What was he thinking?
Which reminded him.
He grabbed his phone and called Hiroshi, "Hey Hiroshi, I've got another job for you." Yukio began.
After all, if he wanted to keep an eye on things going forward, he was going to need to head to Karakura Town.
…God he hoped the place had some decent penthouse apartments. A hot tub and swimming pool to relax in high above the common people was a must have for him.