Bleached Invader - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

Right, had a bit of writers block while working on the next part of Devour. I've got more than half the next part done, and it should hopefully be up tonight. For now, I'll just toss this up. The start of the Bleach Yukio insert fic.

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His eyes flickered open and he for a moment, he just stared up at the ceiling. 'My living room ceiling.' he noted.

He'd fallen asleep gaming on the couch again.

As he did most nights really. A fun time as always.

Generally, at this point he would get up, stretch out and go for a hot shower, while ordering some food to be prepared and ready for him, before getting right back to it.

Today however, was different.

It was not every day however, one woke up with the memories of an entirely different person, living an entirely different life-

In an entirely different world.

A world in which, he Yukio Hans Vorarlberna was a but a mere fictional character.

And not even one of any real relevancy either. A complete side character who's only use was to help the protagonist grow, before betraying him for power and then getting fodderized like some trash mob by the biggest jobber in the series.

"That's some bullshit right there." Yukio scowled and spat out, not unlike the him who lived that life. Quite frankly, the memories were so seamlessly intertwined he couldn't even tell where that boy of the same age ended and Yukio started.

…He almost wanted to put it off as a weird dream or quirk of his power, but no. There was one, massive glaring change to him beyond even the memories floating around inside his brain.

His spiritual power, his reiryoku.

It had doubled in size through the night.

Between the time he fell asleep and waking up.

And that wasn't all either.

Sitting up, Yukio reached down beside him and picked up his PSP console, the medium from which he used his fullbring. He stared at it for a moment, before narrowing his eyes and focusing.

It glowed and disappeared.

And brilliant white metallic gauntlets reaching up to the end of his forearms, and armoured boots that came up to just below his knees formed into existence around his limbs.

His fullbring - Invaders Must Die.

It had evolved. He hadn't even known it was capable of evolving further like it had here. Just like it had evolved in his memories when he was given a fraction of the power stolen from Kurosaki Ichigo by Ginjo.

'Which means it wasn't just memories.' Yukio hummed, examining the gauntlets. They were different from the ones the other him would have gotten in that dreadful show, those were more cloth, while these were actual armoured.

Though, the buttons on his gauntlets remained.

Standing up, Yukio clenched and unclenched his fists, feeling strength run through his body. He had never really trained a day in his life, he had never needed to. Due to his abundance of reiryoku, he was already superhuman in physical ability, he'd never met a single person stronger than him in his life.

But right now, he felt almost unstoppable. He could feel it intimately, how his evolved fullbring was enhancing his physical abilities.

"Neat, I guess." he hummed, a smirk spreading across his face. Personally, he hadn't really cared at all about his physical abilities before, or how strong he was.

…It did put a smile on his face right now though, and a rush of pride flared through him. The influence of his other self.

In that life after all, he had nothing. A poor orphan, with no family, no money, nothing, not even particularly smart either. What he did make up with that though, was hard work and effort. Working part time jobs from a young age, intense backbreaking work like doing a milk run that had him carrying heavy crates of milk from midnight to after dawn. And of course sports, he played a lot of those.

Football primarily, the other him was from Europe unlike the him of this world.

Honestly, the other him made Yukio look like a pathetic spoiled brat to be frank. An incredibly rich and successful, absurdly powerful spoiled brat, but a spoiled brat all the same.

An image appeared in his head of the him of the future and Yukio grimaced, "Yeah, definitely pathetic." he growled in disgust at himself.

He had no idea how he merged souls and memories with his other self. And he had no idea how his world, and life, his very existence were fictional in that world.

He didn't care either, he was more grateful than anything else.

Forget Aizen. Forget those freaky Nazi wannabe Quincies as well. The true important matter of things wasn't the world-

But rather how much of a complete loser he turned out to be, "Toshiro Hitsugaya, there should be a limit to how low the barrel can go." Yukio shook his head in dismay.

He sat back down with a sigh and leaned back on his massive, luxurious couch and stared at the gauntlets atop his arms.

He clicked his fingers.

The air rippled and futuristic cannon formed in the air, summoned into existence from his fullbring. With a thought, he could fire a missile from it that would turn a street to rubble.

He clicked his fingers again and it disappeared, and he chuckled lightly to himself.

Invaders Must Die, that was the name of the game he'd been big into as a child and what had been in his game console when he first used his fullbring powers upon into and it manifested properly. His fullbring initially allowed him to enter it and control the world of Invaders Must Die, alongside accessing the functions of his console and applying them to the world.

Any function that existed within the game, he could manipulate as he pleased. Inside the game he could speed up time, heal, display health, stamina and energy bars. He could summon and control monsters, manipulate hard light, manipulate the terrain and form it to any that appeared in the game. From a simple bar, to a terrain with increased gravity and rupturing volcano's. He could even use the high tech incredibly advanced technology of the world within there, such as the supercomputers, the spaceships, the robots or even flat out create monsters from the game to fight for him.

And with the evolution of his Fullbring, he could manifest those things into reality now as well through his spiritual power.

…It was too bad there wasn't any laser gun technology in the game though. Just standard guns, missile launchers, gatling guns, the standard works.

"…Now what?" Yukio hummed, leaning over the backrest of his supremely expensive couch and staring up at the ceiling.

There was a lot to unpack there in his memories to be honest. First and foremost being the crazy old Hitler wannabe that wanted to unmake reality, or something and merge all the worlds together or something?

Fuck that.

He didn't want the world to merge with Soul Society or Hueco Mundo. He liked the living world the way it was. He was rich as fuck and could basically do anything he wanted even though he was just a thirteen year old brat.

He was the literal head of an entire and proper enterprise. His enterprise brought in literally more than ten billion yen a year. Sure, he stole the rights to it from his father years ago before leaving his annoying cold unloving parents behind, and had installed a shadow CEO he'd long since threatened into compliance alongside the stock holders, but semantics.

'Even right now I'm literally living in a penthouse apartment in the middle of Tokyo.' he snorted, looking around himself and taking in the massive place. Expensive shaggy rugs, marble pillars, massive fire place, an absolutely huge television that wouldn't be out of place in a theatre, hell he even had his own personal hot tub and swimming pool right outside.

It was the kind of place people dreamed of living in, but never could.

He had literally already won at life.

So yes, he very much did not want the living world to merge with the other two and become the land of super ghosts.

He could kiss his cushy life style goodbye. All the money in the world wouldn't matter when spiritual nazi's and soul eating monsters were everywhere. He wouldn't even be able to play games or anything.

…The big problem was, his other self hadn't the series so he didn't exactly know how that old Hitler wannabe Ywach got beaten, or even if he did. His power was absolutely bullshit.

Then again most of the top tiers of this world were apparently absurd monsters like that. His other self had only seen up to just after old man nuke got ganked.

Not that he could do anything to stop those kind of guys at this point anyway. He didn't even come close to a time skip jobber. Who got his ass beat by some loser with mohawk and a toasty finger.

…What did that say about him?

God the future him of that other timeline - which he would be referring to it as now - was clearly pathetic.

"Couldn't be me." Yukio decided right then and there.

The problem was, where did he go from here? Sure, if he wanted to be cliche he could just go straight into Invaders Must Die and train his ass off. He could not only speed up time in there, to the point where he could spend fifty days in there and only one day would pass in the real world, but heal himself as well.

But right now, that would be a waste.

He'd had his powers for nine years now, he had unlocked them when he was just four years old. He'd already long since mastered not only the abilities he had through Invaders Must Die, but even his general fullbring abilities like Bringer Light.

The most he could do training in there right now like that, was increase his physical abilities and his spiritual power.

And he didn't exactly know where he even stood right now. Was he as strong as a Gillian hollow? An Adjuchas? How did he measure up to Shinigami? Could he take on a Vice Captain, or would he get crushed?

He needed answers and options right now beyond anything else.

He paused, "Wait, when am I actually?" Yukio wondered, blinking as the thought came to him.

He was thirteen currently and honestly, didn't look all that much different from the him of the other timeline. Like an inch or two shorter, maybe? But that version of him had clearly been with the other fullbringers for a while before they sought out Kurosaki Ichigo.

But he'd never met Ginjo or any of the rest.

'Well I can find out pretty easily.' Yukio mused, clicking his fingers. His inventory opened up, a ripple in the air-

And his cell phone dropped out of it straight into his hand. He quickly typed in a number, before hitting call and bringing the device to his ear.

It only rang twice before the other end picked up, "Ahem! Hello Master Yukio, how can I be of service?" the man on the other side asked, a nervous tinge to his voice.

"Hey Hiroshi," Yukio greeted the man personably, as if he hadn't dragged the man into Invaders Must Die years ago and threaten to have a tentacle alien sliver up every hole in his body until he exploded in a shower of gore, "I've got a job for you. There's a guy living in a small place called Karakura Town, his name is Kurosaki Ichigo, has a father called Kurosaki Isshin and two younger sisters by the names Yuzu and Karin. Get me everything you can on him."

"Yes sir, right away!" Hiroshi hurriedly replied. As he always did nowadays. Honestly, he was a good CEO for Y. Hans Enterprise, and Yukio was glad he let him live after he tried to steal his fortune and company from him because he thought he was just a dumb kid.

"You do that and make it snappy." Yukio snorted, before hanging up and tossing the cell phone back inside his inventory.

It sure was convenient being rich and affluential.

And he would like to keep it that way.

But until he knew where he stood, there wasn't really anything he could do-

Yukio paused, "Wait," he blinked as a thought occurred, and then he smirked, "There is one thing I can do."

Perhaps actually, it was the best thing he could do now that he thought about it.

There was a few functions of Invaders Must Die that he generally never used. Two of the most common functions in all of video game history.

Loot.

And equipment.

He barely ever used them, because there wasn't really anything of worth that he could take from others with the loot system. And the equipment system bound items and such to his very soul until he unequipped them.

Except again, there wasn't really anything worth for him equipping. The most he'd ever done was equip a sword and a gun he'd formed inside Invaders Must Die to use in the outside world since he couldn't manifest its entirety like he could since he woke up a little earlier.

Standing up, Yukio made his way over to the glass sliding doors of his expensive penthouse apartment and pulled one open, stepping out onto the patio and taking in the warmth of the morning-

Or rather afternoon sun.

"Now then, let's try this out." Yukio hummed, drawing on his reiryoku and exerting it outside his body in weak pulses of reiatsu.

Weak enough to not scare predators away, yet strong enough to make them think rushing towards where the spiritual energy was coming from in a hungry daze would be a good thing.

See, Yukio didn't know much.

What he did know however, was that he was far above any run of the mill standard hollow.

He'd encountered quite a few that thought he was a tasty morsel after all. It never worked out well for them.

It didn't take long.

Tokyo wasn't Karakura Town, but it was a big, big place. And had the biggest population in the entirety of Japan by far.

Bubbling screeching roars that sounded like massive predators trying to break the surface of water, from deep within the depths of a massive cave echoed all around him.

And before long, they were rising into the air from all directions of the massive city and tearing through the air towards his position. He didn't exactly spend a lot of time on his ability to sense spiritual energy, but hollows weren't exactly hard to pick out.

The low class ones weren't exactly subtle, or intelligent for the most part either beyond a few outliers according to his memories.

Before long, one by one they reached where he was and descended towards him in a frenzy of hunger.

Yukio merely clicked his fingers and summoned chains of glimmering purple hard light polygons into existence and bound them before they even got close, wrapping them up tightly.

One by one they fell-

Until only one remained, a large lizard like hollow that had hung at the back, staring down at him from above with wide poisonous yellow eyes, "A trap!" it hissed, turning on its legs and tearing through the air away from him.

It was more intelligent than the others.

'That one feels the strongest.' Yukio noted.

Well, strong was subjective since it felt pitifully weak compared to him, but it was stronger than all the others he had rounded up.

Green light flared into existence around his feet and Yukio disappeared in a blur of speed using Bringer Light, appearing in front of the lizard hollow before it could even make it twenty feet.

"Hiya." Yukio greeted it cheerfully.

It roared angrily and in desperation, lashing out with huge razor sharp claws-

That did nothing as Yukio lifted his arm up and caught its blow at the middle of its clawed foot, "Huh, I'm way stronger than I thought now." Yukio noted to himself as he barely felt the weight behind the massive hollow.

And the thing had to weigh like two tons at least given its size!

"Die human!" the lizard like hollow roared, its mouth cracking open wide and flames flickering into existence within its maw.

"Nah." Yukio snorted, and with just a thought purple chains flashed into existence and wrapped around its body, one set wrapping tight around its maw and snapping its jaw shut tight.

It bucked and thrashed wildly, to no avail.

Its spiritual power simply didn't come close to his own and thus it could not hope to escape his hard light chains.

He clicked his fingers, and each and every single hollow were dragged in by the chains and disappeared from sight as they pulled into the realm of Invaders Must Die.