Drabble // Bleach // 12th Division
For :: shinigamikender
Title :: Shadows Within Shadows
Setting :: Bleach
Characters :: Kurotshuchi Mayuri, Kurotshuchi Nemu
Words :: 530
Requirement :: thematic ~ gigai scientists and/or Mayuri and Nemu
The idiots had never made the connection.
Mayuri didn't even bother to hide a smile, lips curving in a maniacal grin of satisfaction and malice as he stalked down the hallway towards the laboratories reserved to Gigai research. People expected him to smile this way, to go through the laboratories as though they and everthing and everyone within were merely tools placed there to assist his intellect. His laboratories, with his scientist and the penultimate perfection of his art. All of it, his.
And still, the idiots had never made the connection. As he'd expected.
They would pay for constantly brushing him off like that, he'd promised himself long ago, though he supposed the way they preferred to pretend he didn't exist whenever he was out of their sight certainly made his work easier. His ambitions tangible. His dreams ever that much closer to becoming reality.
He had created the perfect gigai, and no one had ever thought for a moment that he might have known exactly why and for who he was creating it... and how it would be used. Stalking into the room, Mayuri threw his head back and breathed in deeply, death and life proving to be the sweetest aroma of all. As always.
The scientists of the Gigai Research Division clustered about him, fawning and prostrating themselves, quoting lines from reports he already knew by heart and explaining results to him he had anticipated years ago. With a casual swipe of one hand, he speared one of them through the heart, arm unmoving as the suddenly motionless body slid off his hand and fell to the floor in a puddle.
He had made a habit of killing off his scientists randomly ages ago. It ensured no one thought they were indispensable, no one lazed about on their laurels and petty achievements - and that no one survived when they might know too much and reveal information to others Mayuri most emphatically did not want revealed. Mayuri always killed off members of his division randomly. It was habit, murder approved of by those who turned their eyes and ears away, pretended not to see, not to care.
Aizen Sousuke had promised him all the research subjects in the world.
Quite literally so.
Kurotshuchi Mayuri, really, figured he could stand to wait until every single shinigami in creation had been reduced to nothing but a smear of blood, flesh and tears on the ground or if they were lucky, an interesting guinea pig in a jar, before claiming his reward.
~*~
Following him silently, unnoticed and forgotten as usual, Nemu looked into the dead eyes of the scientist on the floor, and remembered one of the reports she'd intercepted and destroyed before it ever landed on her father's desk. It had been from this one, a question which had led to many interesting implications and possibilities. Which had hinted at things none of the shinigami left behind since Aizen's less than amicable departure suspected.
Except her.
There was still time. Still data to collect and proof to compile.
One day, she would brush off the last chains from her mind and walk out of the shadows.
And into the light.
Title :: Shadows Within Shadows
Setting :: Bleach
Characters :: Kurotshuchi Mayuri, Kurotshuchi Nemu
Words :: 530
Requirement :: thematic ~ gigai scientists and/or Mayuri and Nemu
The idiots had never made the connection.
Mayuri didn't even bother to hide a smile, lips curving in a maniacal grin of satisfaction and malice as he stalked down the hallway towards the laboratories reserved to Gigai research. People expected him to smile this way, to go through the laboratories as though they and everthing and everyone within were merely tools placed there to assist his intellect. His laboratories, with his scientist and the penultimate perfection of his art. All of it, his.
And still, the idiots had never made the connection. As he'd expected.
They would pay for constantly brushing him off like that, he'd promised himself long ago, though he supposed the way they preferred to pretend he didn't exist whenever he was out of their sight certainly made his work easier. His ambitions tangible. His dreams ever that much closer to becoming reality.
He had created the perfect gigai, and no one had ever thought for a moment that he might have known exactly why and for who he was creating it... and how it would be used. Stalking into the room, Mayuri threw his head back and breathed in deeply, death and life proving to be the sweetest aroma of all. As always.
The scientists of the Gigai Research Division clustered about him, fawning and prostrating themselves, quoting lines from reports he already knew by heart and explaining results to him he had anticipated years ago. With a casual swipe of one hand, he speared one of them through the heart, arm unmoving as the suddenly motionless body slid off his hand and fell to the floor in a puddle.
He had made a habit of killing off his scientists randomly ages ago. It ensured no one thought they were indispensable, no one lazed about on their laurels and petty achievements - and that no one survived when they might know too much and reveal information to others Mayuri most emphatically did not want revealed. Mayuri always killed off members of his division randomly. It was habit, murder approved of by those who turned their eyes and ears away, pretended not to see, not to care.
Aizen Sousuke had promised him all the research subjects in the world.
Quite literally so.
Kurotshuchi Mayuri, really, figured he could stand to wait until every single shinigami in creation had been reduced to nothing but a smear of blood, flesh and tears on the ground or if they were lucky, an interesting guinea pig in a jar, before claiming his reward.
~*~
Following him silently, unnoticed and forgotten as usual, Nemu looked into the dead eyes of the scientist on the floor, and remembered one of the reports she'd intercepted and destroyed before it ever landed on her father's desk. It had been from this one, a question which had led to many interesting implications and possibilities. Which had hinted at things none of the shinigami left behind since Aizen's less than amicable departure suspected.
Except her.
There was still time. Still data to collect and proof to compile.
One day, she would brush off the last chains from her mind and walk out of the shadows.
And into the light.