[Szayel Aporro, Open]
Date: April 21, 2010
Location: A mall!
Summary: Szayel is out collecting specimens for his research.
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Location: A mall!
Summary: Szayel is out collecting specimens for his research.
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That was Orihime's first horrified thought when he caught her, effectively ruining her impulsive plan. The determination in her eyes still remained, for she had no regrets. She wasn't afraid of dying! Oh sure, it wouldn't be any fun, but this was a consequence she'd expected.
The cuff, however, she did not expect. It resembled the one Ulquiorra had given her in the tunnel between Soul Society and Urahara's shop, though there were marked differences. He wasn't going to destroy or eat her...?
Kidnapping.
The first glimmer of real fear manifested in her widened eyes. If he meant to capture her, it couldn't be for any good reason. The scientist captain she and Uryuu had faced had mentioned all kinds of horrible plans for her once he claimed her for a test subject. And Szayel also happened to be a scientist. One with far fewer scruples.
Immediately she tried to jerk back with a stifled protest of struggle. She couldn't get the shield up between them while he was holding her, but maybe a shot from Tsubaki at point blank...
Her hairpin sparked, two petals snapping free and darting forward. But just when penetration seemed imminent, there was a simple, single click from the cuff clapped neatly about her arm. Tsubaki vanished immediately, sealed off inside of her hairpin. For a moment Orihime couldn't move. She'd never had her powers taken away from her before. To suddenly be devoid of them, unable to reach them or call for them...! She couldn't even feel Szayel's spiritual pressure anymore!
"NO!!!" she cried, struggling violently. What had Tatsuki said to do in situations like this? Kick a man there? It seemed like a pretty dirty move, but she wasn't above such tactics if it meant preventing her kidnapping. Her leg shot out as she grit her teeth together, aiming her kick at the appropriate height.
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"Mmmm...I don't usually enjoy it when my specimens are presumptuous enough to think they can harm me, but somehow I think this time will be different," Szayel said, as he trailed a finger down her arm.
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His words sent chills down her spine. A rush of cold washed over her brain, dribbling down into her stomach, and prompting a wave of goosebumps over her exposed arms. The touch of his finger did little to take away her anxiety.
"Wh...what...?!"
Orihime took an uneasy step back, even though she couldn't move far as long as he continued to hold onto her.
He called her a specimen. This really wasn't boding well for her. She wanted to look around her, to see if by some lucky chance one of her friends had felt the brief sparks of her reiatsu or Szayel's and was at this very moment charging forward to put a stop to this. But she couldn't tear her eyes away from Szayel. "Let go of me."
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Szayel straightened, glancing back at his Fraccion as they finished up their work. The girl's absurd utterance drew his attention back, and he met her gaze with the full force of his cold, clinical one.
"And why exactly would I do that?"
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It didn't help having him lean in that close to her, his breath almost sensual as it danced upon her ear. Orihime tightened her jaw, and tightened her resolve.
Abruptly she stopped trying to jerk free from his grip, lunging toward him instead. She clamped her teeth onto his shoulder and bit savagely, uttering a vicious, feminine little growl. He couldn't say that she hadn't warned him!
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"I'm so pleased we have an understanding," Szayel said, his voice a low purr.
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Prickles danced in the wake of his fingers upon her scalp as she stiffened, recoiling from his shoulder. It was a nauseating feeling, to have her hair played with (which she enjoyed) by an Espada who had no doubt already begun thinking of unspeakable horrible experiments to perform on her (which she would definitely not enjoy). The conflicting emotions were difficult to sort through. Orihime trembled, and her face grew pale at his implications.
"N-no! No, it's not like that!" she exclaimed hastily, waving her free hand vigorously back and forth. Was she in worse trouble than she thought?! Her fingers scrabbled for the clasp around her arm when she noticed the glint of Aizen's ring on her finger.
How could she be so stupid as to forget something like that?!
Orihime squirmed in his grip, her fingers darting for the ring so she could switch it to the other hand. She wasn't really looking forward to dropping herself into Aizen's realm again, but the alternative was so much worse!
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"After tempting me so much, should you really be saying that?" Szayel pulled back enough to meet her gaze, his eyes boring into her own.
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Szayel was very effective in that regard.
Her eyes were wide and fearful when he looked directly at her. She couldn't speak, paralyzed on the spot. The moist trail of his tongue was now bitterly cold, exposed to the air. That had to be why she was trembling so violently. What should she say? What should she do?!
"D...don't. Don't, please...!" she whispered, her throat painfully dry. "Let me go!"
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"And why, pray tell, would I do that?" he asked, before sliding his mouth down the girl's ring finger. He grabbed her ring with his teeth, never breaking eye contact with her as he slid it off her finger. He knew exactly what this was. The only reason he hadn't taken it before now was because it presented no threat to him given his speed and, beyond that, his intellect. Szayel employed this means of retrieval in order to make her as uncomfortable as possible. It was an area in which he excelled.
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But she didn't like the way he invaded her personal space, not one bit. Even someone as oblivious as she was to the lust of others was left with little doubt as to his intentions. Or at least, what she believed those intentions might be. ~Come on!~ she shouted at herself. ~Think!~ If she lost herself to fear, she might miss an opportunity to escape.
When she felt the ring beginning to slip away, she almost surrendered to the panic that boiled up inside of her. No...! If he took that, she definitely wouldn't have any hope of escaping this encounter!
She shifted her gaze suddenly past his shoulder and made her eyes widen. Her mouth formed the first two syllables of Ichigo's name, before she "caught" herself, and snapped her attention back to Szayel. Her other hand went to his face as she tried to mash her palm against his nose in order to wedge her finger out of his mouth before it became too late.
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Szayel tucked the ring, now his, into his uniform and retrieved a sedative in aerosol form. He sprayed this directly in front of her face.
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She wasn't usually the type of girl who could be deemed a screamer. Though her threshold for pain wasn't particularly high, she seldom made any noise at all when she was struck or beaten.
Having your finger bitten off was far worse than that.
Her knees buckled, her stomach twisting and wrenching with painful nausea. If he hadn't been holding onto her, she certainly would have dropped to the floor. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as her injured hand trembled and shook. The mall spun sickeningly, but she fought against the waves that threatened to black out her vision. If she blacked out, that was the end of it. She was absolutely finished.
The gas didn't help her stay conscious. It caught her full in the face as she gasped for breath, and she recoiled instinctively. Not that it did her much good. The darkness overtook Orihime entirely, and she slumped forward limply with a defeated whimper.
It couldn't end like this...
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