2 City Of Dreams.

After reassuring himself that his mother loved him, John regained his nonchalant expression and picked up her head in his arms. He then broke off a piece of the eggs and said, "Open wide, Mom. Remember you fed me like this when I was younger?"

John opened the mouth on her rotting head and happily fed her. For him, feeding his 'parents' were the highlight of his mornings.

Time slowly dragged on as John enjoyed the moment together with them, feeding them with the most delicate of movements. After all, he wouldn't want any parts falling off.

That was until a black screen with golden letters appeared in front of him. It gave him an ominous sense of impending doom when he looked at it. John immediately went on guard and looked all around him, dropping the food in the process. A screen can't just appear on thin air unless one was in some type of virtual reality simulation. So an occurrence like this was way out of the norm.

Gently putting his mother's head back on the table, John focused his attention on the screen and said cautiously, "What is going on here?"

The text on the screen abruptly changed and read, [I'll make this short, my son. After reading this message, a heart attack will immediately kill you and you will wake up in a fantastical world full of things that wouldn't be possible in your current life. You may or may not have heard of it, but you will be reincarnated into the world of bleach with a few select abilities that I believe may suit you.]

John was extremely taken aback by what he was reading.

'I'm going to die and be reincarnated into the world of bleach? Didn't me and mom watch that show together about a year ago? I've researched science for quite a while but I never heard of that being possible. I refuse to believe it...but I can't help myself. I need to keep reading.'

John looked his gaze back to the text on the screen and continued reading through it.

[Your first ability is called Idle Transfiguration. I might need to explain this one a bit since the name doesn't give much information about the ability. Basically, it allows you to change the shape of the soul. You can change yours or anyone else's. The limits of this ability are determined by your imagination. The rest is up to you to figure out.]

[Secondly, you will gain Rupture. This is a slicing technique that consists of two sub- techniques called 'Cleave' and 'Dismantle.' Dismantle is your main cutting technique while cleave is more specialized. It adjusts its power according to the reiryoku/cursed energy of the target being sliced. Up to a certain limit though.]

[Next, will be my favourite one, Cursed Spirit Manipulation. In terms of bleach, it would be more fit for it to be called spirit manipulation. In short, it allows you to capture/purify any 'naturally formed spirit' you defeat and summon it or use its techniques at will. There is no limit to how many spirits you can capture or how many techniques you can use at once. The only limit is if you can manage to defeat the spirit or not.]

John raised an eyebrow and thought to himself, 'Whoever this is telling me that they are going to kill me, reincarnate me into bleach, give me powers and let me do what I want? This just sounds like someone with some high-level technology is playing a joke on me. The hell?'

[Lastly, you will be reincarnated as Curse and have the ratio technique at your disposal. Summarized, this just gives you the ability to see grid lines on target, and if you attack them at the 7:3 point on it, it will force a critical hit. This can be done anywhere on the target's body and on anything. Whether they be living, dead, something in between, or just an object, you can force a weak point to be created at the said spot. The message is over. Enjoy yourself in the new world.]

John was about to laugh after he read the message but that's when an intense pain suddenly took hold of his heart. Realizing that the message was actually real, John frantically...well no, John just sat down at the table and closed his eyes, accepting his death.

'If I'm gonna die of a heart attack, what use is there struggling against it? Nothing me is tying me down to this world. Well, I did want to run for president but I'm sure I can do something even grander than that in this new world. Hm, but if this turns out to just be a coincidental heart attack that has nothing to do with that message, then I guess I'll just meet my loving parents in hell.'

[An unspecified amount of time later, in the world of bleach.]

It was currently around eight o'clock in the night when a large amount of black miasma formed into a humanoid shape on a trash heap in a random alleyway. Surrounding the alleyway was a large, bustling city filled with flashing lights and numerous tourists named Naruki City.

This was a place where dreams either came through, were crushed, or were extorted by men who were above the law's reach. It was a place where one could fulfill their life's ultimate goal, or reach a tragic demise.

Just like most big cities, it was a place where humanity's hatred for each other was at an all-time high. Whether it be because of greed, envy, jealousy, lust, anger, or just pure unadulterated hate for unjustified reasons, these negative emotions ran high in this city.

It was like a curse that was embedded deep within the souls of humans. No matter the timeline, they would always find a way to create conflict and violence between one another. And it was these negative emotions, this hate, this love of war, that made up John's new body.

He was an amalgamation of all those emotions and hidden feelings. This was who, well, what he was now.

The black miasma formed a body that was very different from the one he had back on earth.

Currently, he looked like a young man of average height with neck-long, wavy, black hair that partially covered the front of his face. His right pupil was a red circle with a black dot in the middle, and his iris was also black; while his left eye had a red iris and a white cross-shaped pupil, reminiscent of the tic-tac-toe game. Even while unconscious, he was already carrying a gloomy facial expression.

He wore a basic black T-shirt with baggy black pants and casual black boots. All in all, except for his extremely unique eyes, John looked like a normal human being. Nothing like the curse he was.

After a few moments, John opened his eyes and found himself looking at the full moon above him as he was slumped back in the trash heap.

'Reminiscent huh John? A full moon just like this one overhead when my dad started showing me the true colors of the world. It was then that I started breaking out of my old shell and I became my new self. Ah...how comforting...I miss them already...'

John kept looking at the moon for about ten minutes before he actually raised up a bit and looked down at his body.

'Just from the proportions of my hands, I can tell that this isn't my body from before. I already feel superhuman and I haven't even done anything but breathe yet. Seems that that text screen wasn't lying.'

John was about to get up and check what he could do when he saw a drunken man sauntering through the alleyway towards him with a bottle of beer in his hand. The man took another gulp of his beer and slurred, "Aghhh, is time for me to take a piss! Yeahhh...this trash will do.."

Seeing where the man was heading as he unzipped his pants, John raised an eyebrow in confusion and said, "Oi drunk, leave. Don't you see me sitting here?"

The man continued walking forward and pulled out his tool as he was preparing to empty his tank on the trash heap and conversely, John. Unfortunately for the drunken man, John wasn't a fan of golden showers, nor did he hail from Brokeback mountain.

John quickly boosted himself up and grabbed the man by his head, slamming it into a nearby wall.

BOOM!

"Oi, didn't you hear me talking....oh? You're already dead. I've never seen someone's head explode up close. Guess you learn new things every day. Heh, I was stronger than I thought."

John spotted an unopened bottle of beer in the man's pocket and grabbed it while tossing his headless body away in the trash heap. Cracking it open with ease, he began walking out of the alleyway while thinking,

'I don't think people can see me since that text said I was a curse. But, I should verify that as I'm sure the Shinigami here can. It's probably only the humans who lack the power to see me.'

Gulping down about half of the beer in one go, John continued, 'Now I'll have to train and gain strength as I'm not gonna sit around and wait to be executed by some Shinigami who thinks I'm a threat to the Soul Society. Hm, well, I guess they wouldn't be wrong.'

Taking another gulp of the beer and throwing away the bottle, John stepped out of the alleyway and onto the bustling streets of Naruki City, taking in the sights.

'By the way, I should probably change my name. No one is gonna be intimidated by someone named "John." Hm, since Ichigo's name means strawberry, maybe I should name myself after a fruit too. It's only right since the new main character is going to be me. Hm, my favorite fruit is pomegranate so that it Japanese is...um...ah, yes, Zakuro. That works.'