In a world of white, a giant vortex spins in the sky. It's not that the world is white, but that it's covered in an uncountable number of white souls. The vortex pulls in souls rapidly as it spins, devouring them like a black hole.
In this sea of white souls is an anomaly. In the vast current of white floats a single blue soul. The blue soul streaks towards the black vortex entering its outer circles. Like being trapped in a whirlpool, the soul moves round and round as it pulls closer to the center. Sometimes white souls wash over it causing it to disappear, but as it moves closer to the center the soul is moving so fast it causes an eye-catching blue ring to appear in the vortex. Right before the blue soul is pulled into the center, it disappears.
“Gotcha this time!” the blue soul appears in front of a shadowy figure. “After 325 years I finally got ya”
The soul flickers like a wisp of flame, capable of vanishing at any moment.
“Ah, my bad" the shadowy figure waves his hand, causing the soul to be enveloped in a barrier. As the barrier forms, the soul stabilizes, becoming less transparent.
“She's been getting on my case for 325 years to get your soul back...such a perfectionist, one soul shouldn't make much of a difference” the shadowy figure moves around the soul inspecting it.
“There's nothing even special about you...when she found out you died last time, and I failed to capture your soul, she forced me to watch my wheel of reincarnation for 16 years straight! And I almost missed you again!”
“To make up for my torture, I made your life a little hard, don't blame this old man" the shadowy figure stops circling the soul but continues to stare it down.
“But even though I dealt you a bad hand, even going against the laws of the universe just to make your life miserable, you managed to do some good in your final moments. That little girl in the store, she was fated to die there. But since you don't belong to this universe you were able to change her fate, and save her.”
The shadow moves closer to the barrier “That girl will allow that world to advance, she will develop technology allowing space travel. Now that planet will be able to discover new life on other planets, and war is soon to follow. Doesn't that sound fun? So for bringing me some entertainment, and a little revenge against her, I will bear the backlash from the universe, to make your next life more….interesting.” he stretches out his hand and taps the barrier.
As ripples travel across the barrier causing the soul to flicker. At this time Patrick's concessions return. Confused he looks around, but all he sees is a strange smokey shadow standing in front of him.
“Where am I, what did you do to me? Why did you kidnap me? Let me go or I'll call the cops! I'm friends with some pretty powerful people!”
“You’ve died, so that means you're dead. I don't really feel like talking to you so listen up. I will grant you 3 wishes on top of allowing you to keep this life's memories. The wishes can't be for things like invincibility, immortality, increase in strength, a power of creation, or power of death. Wish for any of those and I don't mind facing her wrath and wiping out your soul. After you make your wishes, you will be reincarnated.”
Listening to his words Patrick is stunned. Dead? Wishes? Soul? Reincarnated? Confused he's about to ask for clarification before stopping himself, unsure how his captor would respond to questions. A little annoyed he decides to test the shadows attitude.
“Ok then, what is the ending to One Piece”
The shadow looks at the soul like it's retarded for a moment, before finally answering.
“Luffy becomes the Pirate King.”
“Fuck! That's it??? No explanation or anything??” forgetting his circumstances that he could be dead, or possibly kidnapped, and even the fact he wanted to test the waters. Once the conversation evolves to anime Patrick became irate and even dared to yell at the shadowy figure.
“Did you ask for an explanation??”
“Fine that's how you wanna play it? For my 2nd ‘Wish’ I want both Obito Uchiha's Sharingan. But I want the eternal version, and I want them both to evolve into the rinnegan version similar to Sasuke’s eyes so they can use both rinnegan and Sharingan abilities! And I want the eyes to recognize me as the original owner so no restrictions are placed the eyes or my body.”
“Shameless! I love it! Haha, she's going to be so upset! Ok, kid no problem I'll even do you a favor. The universe you're going to is at a higher level than mine. In that universe, Qi can be cultivated, so I'll make sure your eyes work with Qi!”
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Hearing the shadowy figure approve of his absurd request, he starts to question the situation. “Am I really going to be reincarnated? This isn't some kinda joke? You didn't just kidnap me and I'm really dead?”
“Kid I have no time or reason to lie and joke with you, what's your last wish.”
“If this is real, I need to be safe. Kamui is great for defense but I'll add another layer. For my 3rd wish, I want the Tori Tori no Mi Model: Phoenix. I also want to know how to fully control the transformations.”
“Ok kid, I’ll alter your bloodline so those abilities work for you, now off you go.” waving his hand a miniature vortex appears. “I finally get to use this mini samsara wheel she gave me.” reaching out he grabs the blue soul “Ok kid don't disappoint me, I'm sacrificing a lot to get you these abilities so make sure you mess her universe up. Since we are already partners in this, might as well go all the way. I'll put your soul into a body so you don't have to start as a baby.”
Without even giving him time to reply his soul is thrust into the vortex. As the soul disappears the mini vortex dissipates, leaving the shadowy figure there alone.
Fluctuations in the void begin to press down on the figure. As it does the shadow surrounding him dissipate, revealing a dashing young man in golden armor. A line of blood trickles down his mouth ruining his perfect figure.
“Fuck kid, were those powers really that strong? This backlash might kill me" waving his hand his body is once again enveloped in shadows, and he disappears.
A blue soul streaks across the black void, space quivers as it shatters space-time. Patrick feels like everything is stretching and a burning pain envelopes his very being. Seconds feel like hours and hours feel like years. Yet his soul continues to travel. Everything becomes distorted, memories, feelings, and even personality.
When a normal soul enters the vortex they are already without self so they feel no pain. going through the process of reincarnation usually wipes all karma and fate from a person's soul. It takes a really unique soul to resist the effects and carry karma or fate into the next life. Some people are fated to love each other for all eternity, and some karmatic deeds are so great a little good, or bad fortune carries over into their next life.
But Patrick soul is not great, and the only reason he can survive this torment is the barrier from the shadow man. While this barrier prevents his memories from scattering, the agony caused by traveling through this space still tears at his soul, changing his very being.
Eventually, a white orb appears in the distance, as if finding a resting place, the soul flies inside.
“kuuuuh huuu” gasping for air a young boy of 16-17 sits upon a straw bed. The young boy has slightly tanned skin with short black hair that barely covers his ears, arched eyebrows, and green teardrop-shaped eyes. His aquiline nose enhances his features along with his thin lips.
His is dressed in brown rags and cloth shoes that look irritating to the skin.
But despite his handsome appearance the boy looks malnourished and covered in bruises. The back of his head is covered in bloody matted hair.
As his body aches in pain, the boy looks around the room. He's currently in a mud house laying on a bed of straw. There are no windows, but there is a door made of sticks allowing light to seep through the cracks.
Confused, he tries to rise to his feet. As he does an intestines wave of pain assaults his head. Scenes of a strange world, an entire 16 years of life play out.
“That's right, I'm...Patrick?. Everything seems different, that void" thinking up to here his body shiver at the thought of traveling through that vortex. The pain was so intense, Memories, feelings, dreams, and aspirations were combined into one. Then the vortex began shredding them apart piece by piece making everything seem so distant…foreign.
A second wave of pain hits him. This time it's not the head, but his entire body.
“Ahhhhhhh!” pain envelopes him as his body begins to pulse and deform. Powers that should not coexist in this world invade his body.
His irises turn bright red with a small black pupil. One black tomoe suddenly appears around the pupil follow by a second, then a third. Beads of sweat form on his brow as the tomoe begin to spin. Eventually, the tomoe turn into three stretched triangles evenly spaced around the pupil, the top of the triangles curve around the eye to form a circle, making it similar to a pinwheel.
Gnashing his teeth from the pain, he uses his hands to hold his temples, feeling as though his head is about to split. Blood begins to seep from his eyes as his pupils continue to spin. As it spins black lines begin to form behind the pinwheel, causing a vortex to take shape behind it with the pinwheel at the center. The eyes abruptly stop spinning but the blood continues to flow. If anyone were to look into his eyes at this moment, they would be mesmerized.
Like a stone dropped in still water, his eyes begin to ripple. His formally white sclera turn a shade a light purple. His red iris turn dark purple with a black pupil in the center. Black circles of increasing circumference form around the iris and spread through his sclera. Three black tomoe form evenly spaced around the iris, followed by three more tomoe around the first circle filling in the gaps formed by the ones on the iris.
At this point the pain is so great he passes out. After dropping to the ground blue flames envelop his body, but strangely enough his clothes or straw beneath him does not burn. When the blue flames finally extinguish the bruises that once covered his body can no longer be seen.
His eyes flicker momentarily before opening, revealing his green eyes. Even though he just awoke waves of exhaustion hit him like a ton of bricks. New information appears in his head, how to control his beast transformations and Sharingan.
Struggling to his feet he wobbles for a second before bracing himself against the wall. Light no longer seeps through the door, only shadows remain.
“I guess this is real?” silence answers his question.
“I seem to have...changed? I feel calmer than I used to be...should be" taking a deep breath he walks towards the door. “Am I even still Patrick? I have his memories….but my way of thinking is no longer the same.”
He gently puts his hand on the door. “Is a person's memories what make them who they are?” thinking for a moment “No, memories are nothing but things of the past. A person's will decides who they are, so Patrick is no more.”
“But I shall honor your last will, to thank you for these gifts. From this moment forth, I'm Marco Uchiha.” pushing forward he opens the door.