Bleach Drabble (435)
Okay, totally couldn't fight stupid Mayuri drabble. *grumbles*
435.
Title: Superfluous
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Mayuri, Ishida Souken
Word Count: 626
Warning/s: Blatant speculation and probably the futzing of facts here. Also, OOC.
Summary: A younger Kurotsuchi Mayuri is given an opportunity.
Dedication: shinigamikender- HAY LOOK I CAN RAPE YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER WITH NO CONSCIENCE? -_-;; I'm sorry. ;_:
A/N: I should never write Mayuri ever, ever, ever. That is all.
Quincy.
Textbooks confirm them as a threat no longer- war chronicles and casualty rosters from times of the past describe the means through which the race was (for the most part) annihilated in order to preserve the balance between the living world and Soul Society.
The remaining descendants were too few to be considered a threat after the battle, though the possibility was set aside by authorities in seireitei that should the Quincy reach a certain number again; they were to be forced into giving up their powers or face another culling should they refuse.
The captain of the twelfth division looks down at one of the two remaining Quincy known to Soul Society.
The young man smiles back up at him-- knowing exactly what he is-and does not cower.
“I’m Ishida.”
“Hmmm,” Mayuri responds, because he doesn’t care about a name. A useless, transient thing. What he wants to know is what it is about this sad-looking specimen that could pose a possible threat to the universe.
He knows the facts of the research done in the past of course- basic abilities and the inconclusive evidence that different clans of Quincy held different offensive abilities that were tied both genetically to blood and spiritually by reiatsu. He knows that they destroy Hollows rather than judge them.
It’s all very interesting, and not in such a way that would mean that he’s suggesting it sarcastically, as his former superior might have declared.
“Leave them be,” Urahara had chirruped cheerfully. “Such an unpleasant history, ne, Mayu-chan? I can’t think about it without swooning!”
Unpleasant maybe. Fascinating all the same. Hundreds of years since the Quincy were destroyed by the Shinigami and all Mayuri wants to see now is what evolutionary alterations the remaining stray specimens have since undergone.
Isolation, adaptation, integration, change.
Intriguing.
“I’m Ishida,” the young man pushes, thinking that the shinigami hadn’t heard him just now-that infernal name.
“Superfluous,” Mayuri tells him eventually, watching him carefully the whole time. Studying. “Your name means little-I want to know how you tick.”
Souken blinks at that. “What’s your name?” he asks, pushing glasses up on his nose.
“Of no consequence to you.”
“I see,” Souken murmurs.
“Use of your powers is forbidden,” Mayuri explains. “Justice suggests I should destroy you.”
The young man is still unafraid. “Does it?”
“Hmmm,” Mayuri repeats, and prepares to destroy in the name of justice so that he might work with what remains in the name of science.
“Then I would be the last,” Souken says, simply.
That statement has something inherently relevant to Kurotsuchi Mayuri.
The last.
Annihilation.
The end. No more isolation. Adaptation. Change.
Evolution no longer possible- extinction.
A dilemma.
“Records suggest there is another,” Mayuri says simply-lies are always destroyed by the light of concrete factual evidence.
“Ryuuken,” Souken says, and smiles. “My son.”
“Then you’re not the last.”
“He’s two,” Souken continues, as though that means something. “A child.”
Youth-abilities inherent. Also the possibility of lying dormant should the proper procedures fail to be undertaken.
Procedure is essential.
“You need to teach him,” Mayuri speculates, and stays his hand.
“To perpetuate the race,” Souken agrees, and Mayuri supposes that the Quincy is beginning to understand his aims a bit better now.
“Physical maturity of infant humans ranges from but averages to eighteen years.”
“For one more generation of Quincy,” Souken agrees.
One generation. Insufficient-perhaps unsafe. Unforeseen events (incidents) could possibly cut the life of his research short.
Mayuri sheathes his sword.
“I’ll return in two,” he states.
Justice can wait.
Science prevails.
“I’ll be waiting,” Souken responds. “My name…”
“Superfluous.”
Mayuri turns and leaves.
Makes a mental note.
Subject #347
Quincy.
Male.
Return collection date: Approximately thirty four years.
Study: Ongoing.
END
Edits!
Also, a belated addition to this entry in the form of a mercy_street_rp fic posted over at mercystreetnote. Probably confusing to people outside of the game, but eh.
Title: In a Family Way
Characters: Ikkaku, Kenpachi and um… her. (Mentions of IkkakuxRan)
Timeline: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Summary: For Virgo and Mei for guessing that only I could write creepy GinxKira pron and honestly try to work fluff and love and fuzzy feelings into it. XD The prompt was: “Kenpachi, Ikkaku- Semi-father/son moment.”
A/N: Technically Mei requested the other prompt, but I figure since she has to write the same one I won’t overlap with her so I don’t feel outdone. XD Though I sort of hate this either way. Meh.
( In a Family Way)
435.
Title: Superfluous
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Mayuri, Ishida Souken
Word Count: 626
Warning/s: Blatant speculation and probably the futzing of facts here. Also, OOC.
Summary: A younger Kurotsuchi Mayuri is given an opportunity.
Dedication: shinigamikender- HAY LOOK I CAN RAPE YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER WITH NO CONSCIENCE? -_-;; I'm sorry. ;_:
A/N: I should never write Mayuri ever, ever, ever. That is all.
Quincy.
Textbooks confirm them as a threat no longer- war chronicles and casualty rosters from times of the past describe the means through which the race was (for the most part) annihilated in order to preserve the balance between the living world and Soul Society.
The remaining descendants were too few to be considered a threat after the battle, though the possibility was set aside by authorities in seireitei that should the Quincy reach a certain number again; they were to be forced into giving up their powers or face another culling should they refuse.
The captain of the twelfth division looks down at one of the two remaining Quincy known to Soul Society.
The young man smiles back up at him-- knowing exactly what he is-and does not cower.
“I’m Ishida.”
“Hmmm,” Mayuri responds, because he doesn’t care about a name. A useless, transient thing. What he wants to know is what it is about this sad-looking specimen that could pose a possible threat to the universe.
He knows the facts of the research done in the past of course- basic abilities and the inconclusive evidence that different clans of Quincy held different offensive abilities that were tied both genetically to blood and spiritually by reiatsu. He knows that they destroy Hollows rather than judge them.
It’s all very interesting, and not in such a way that would mean that he’s suggesting it sarcastically, as his former superior might have declared.
“Leave them be,” Urahara had chirruped cheerfully. “Such an unpleasant history, ne, Mayu-chan? I can’t think about it without swooning!”
Unpleasant maybe. Fascinating all the same. Hundreds of years since the Quincy were destroyed by the Shinigami and all Mayuri wants to see now is what evolutionary alterations the remaining stray specimens have since undergone.
Isolation, adaptation, integration, change.
Intriguing.
“I’m Ishida,” the young man pushes, thinking that the shinigami hadn’t heard him just now-that infernal name.
“Superfluous,” Mayuri tells him eventually, watching him carefully the whole time. Studying. “Your name means little-I want to know how you tick.”
Souken blinks at that. “What’s your name?” he asks, pushing glasses up on his nose.
“Of no consequence to you.”
“I see,” Souken murmurs.
“Use of your powers is forbidden,” Mayuri explains. “Justice suggests I should destroy you.”
The young man is still unafraid. “Does it?”
“Hmmm,” Mayuri repeats, and prepares to destroy in the name of justice so that he might work with what remains in the name of science.
“Then I would be the last,” Souken says, simply.
That statement has something inherently relevant to Kurotsuchi Mayuri.
The last.
Annihilation.
The end. No more isolation. Adaptation. Change.
Evolution no longer possible- extinction.
A dilemma.
“Records suggest there is another,” Mayuri says simply-lies are always destroyed by the light of concrete factual evidence.
“Ryuuken,” Souken says, and smiles. “My son.”
“Then you’re not the last.”
“He’s two,” Souken continues, as though that means something. “A child.”
Youth-abilities inherent. Also the possibility of lying dormant should the proper procedures fail to be undertaken.
Procedure is essential.
“You need to teach him,” Mayuri speculates, and stays his hand.
“To perpetuate the race,” Souken agrees, and Mayuri supposes that the Quincy is beginning to understand his aims a bit better now.
“Physical maturity of infant humans ranges from but averages to eighteen years.”
“For one more generation of Quincy,” Souken agrees.
One generation. Insufficient-perhaps unsafe. Unforeseen events (incidents) could possibly cut the life of his research short.
Mayuri sheathes his sword.
“I’ll return in two,” he states.
Justice can wait.
Science prevails.
“I’ll be waiting,” Souken responds. “My name…”
“Superfluous.”
Mayuri turns and leaves.
Makes a mental note.
Subject #347
Quincy.
Male.
Return collection date: Approximately thirty four years.
Study: Ongoing.
END
Edits!
Also, a belated addition to this entry in the form of a mercy_street_rp fic posted over at mercystreetnote. Probably confusing to people outside of the game, but eh.
Title: In a Family Way
Characters: Ikkaku, Kenpachi and um… her. (Mentions of IkkakuxRan)
Timeline: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Summary: For Virgo and Mei for guessing that only I could write creepy GinxKira pron and honestly try to work fluff and love and fuzzy feelings into it. XD The prompt was: “Kenpachi, Ikkaku- Semi-father/son moment.”
A/N: Technically Mei requested the other prompt, but I figure since she has to write the same one I won’t overlap with her so I don’t feel outdone. XD Though I sort of hate this either way. Meh.
( In a Family Way)