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Good things die all the time

Jan 17, 2011 22:29

Characters: Yuca Collabell (neverquitedies) and Kurotsuchi Mayuri (law_of_reason)
When: Shortly after this
Where: Kurotsuchi's lab
Rating: PG-15 for... possible gorybits and... well, it's them. Also, I'm apparently writing novels.
Summary: After another night of dreaming, Yuca gets a little too desperate and goes to Kurotsuchi to slice off pieces of his soul. You know. ( Read more... )

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law_of_reason January 18 2011, 10:05:10 UTC

Kurotsuchi didn't know that it would work. He didn't know that it would work, but it was worth a chance. It wasn't a careless plan, and he wouldn't have suggested it if he hadn't been confident he would be able to discover something - but for once, despite being pleased, he was also a trace cautious when Yuca accepted.

It was clear that Yuca was unstable; Kurotsuchi could tell that much, without even opening the door. There had been traces of it from some short distance off - faint, and if the shinigami hadn't been expecting him, hadn't been closely familiar with what the immortal's soul felt like, he might not have noticed. Yuca's soul was... unusual, in composition and sensation, and he had mixed feelings about working heavily with it again. Kurotsuchi was a shinigami - he was a soul himself, it would be next to impossible to not resonate accidentally with it, if he was going to be taking it apart. Seeing fragments of Yuca's memories was fascinating and unpleasant, but ultimately quite tiring - and he was going to be working with ( ... )

neverquitedies January 18 2011, 15:24:39 UTC

Yuca caught his breath for a moment at the doorway, chest heaving as his feet reminded him of his abuse. His very bones seemed to ache, and not solely from the running.

Seeing the shinigami at the door was both a relief and a dread. He didn't know if this was the right thing to do, didn't know if this should be done at all. It went against many of the things he'd been taught- religiously or otherwise. Souls were sacred, why else would the devil want to corrupt them? Do not tamper unnecessarily with them, do not take them apart to see how they work.

But he felt like he had no choice now. Pushed to the edge of his limits, if he were forced any further... well, he didn't know what he do. There wasn't much he could do, wasn't much he cared to do. His endurance was running thin, and Yuca, not for the first time, didn't know how he'd be able to go on- but he had to. That was the whole point about his sick, twisted brand of immortality. He had to go on. He had no other choice ( ... )

law_of_reason January 18 2011, 15:48:46 UTC

Could hopelessness be contracted? A couple years ago he would've dismissed the idea as nonsense, but now the scientist wasn't sure. Whatever it was, Yuca seemed to exude it, enough that even Kurotsuchi could pick up on it.

Not that he hadn't already known it was there, but it reduced his already struggled optimism. Even if he couldn't share Yuca's desperation - and he knew with a mixture of relief and something like fear, that it wasn't something he could ever understand. But he still had a sense of needing to try something, and if it was rooted in a more morbid fascination than usual, it still had some familiar tie to curiosity ( ... )

neverquitedies January 18 2011, 16:34:40 UTC

He nodded, a little relieved at the answer- as apathetic as Yuca was, pain was never something he enjoyed. If they could bring him to the edge of death with drugs, rather than physical trauma, he would be pleased enough with it.

Situating himself on the table at Kurotsuchi's instruction, Yuca took a deep breath as the needles were rifled through and picked up- he was pleasantly surprised at the sensation of the numbness, and vaguely wondered if something was the matter. He'd never known the shinigami to have been so considerate before. It was odd- had something changed? For a moment, he thought that miss Unohana had tried to set another ultimatum, but that couldn't be it, could it? Even if she had, Kurotsuchi should know that Yuca wouldn't exactly go running to her if an injection site was numb or not.

"Alright," he finally replied, taking a deep breath and trying to relax back into the table. He didn't focus on the machines- rather, he forced himself to disregard them. They were unsettling, and Yuca really didn't need to ( ... )

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