Bleach Drabble (488)
488.
Title: For War
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Mayuri, Yamamoto, the spirit of Nemu
Word Count: 809
Warning/s: Spoilers through like, 250, to be safe? Also, blatant character rape. And I’m talking about Mayuri here.>>
Summary: The sacrifices of war.
Dedication: shinigamikender- thanks for the OST! ^_^
A/N: IS IT SAD THAT THIS CAME TO ME PRETTY EASILY? I am a bad, bad person. >> Also, probably AU as far as the manga goes, it’s just my speculation on the possibilities of what could happen next.
“What is this, Kurotsuchi?” Yamamoto demanded with a quiet menace-the sort that only worked on thugs and idiots.
Mayuri on the other hand, simply sighed-long-suffering but not surprised. “A request form for a new vice-captain. As stated at the top of the sheet of paper you’re waving around, I believe.”
“Then your vice-captain is…”
“Not dead,” the scientist said, cutting straight to the point because he didn’t have time to waste, unlike certain people who clearly stood before him. “Her purpose has been-altered.”
Yamamoto’s great, bushy brows furrowed. “How?”
He wasn’t in the mood to explain exactly, but supposed the commander wouldn’t leave him to his research until at least a rudimentary explanation of his intentions was offered. “Hyougoku’s purpose is to bypass normal evolutionary measures in-as far as we know-Hollows and Menos. To create Arrankar faster than should be possible under normal circumstances.”
“Yes,” Yamamoto agreed. “What does this…”
“An army of Arrankar is being created, sir,” Mayuri interrupted, too busy a man to be troubled into letting the small minds of these military types finish their silly little questions. “It would be an unfair advantage, put simply. As shinigami on the other hand, are created after countless cycles of reincarnation-death and rebirth-through which the layering of spiritual experience increases until it’s dense enough to be controlled, to manifest itself physically into the form of zanpakutou. From what studies we do have on the matter, shinigami-much like Arrankar-are only created after the passage of countless life and death cycles. Not unlike something called a pearl in the human world if you need a more simple clarification.”
Yamamoto still didn’t look like he was following.
Mayuri sighed. “The research and technology institute-if no one else-sees this as a problem we cannot realistically overcome without implementing the necessary technological advances to viably compete with Aizen’s forces,” he explained, deliberately pulling a very particular test tube from his rack and busying himself appropriately so this little explanation wasn’t a complete waste of his time. “As such, the twelfth division has put all of its other experiments on hold and will-- until such time that we are successful or we all die-find a way to artificially create complete, working shinigami. Unlike the modified souls of the past, these beings will have their own viable shinigami spiritual forms with which to battle.”
Yamamoto stared. “So you are…”
“Creating a method with which to artificially compact the time necessary for the evolution of shinigami.”
“And your vice-captain…”
Mayuri actually smiled a bit when Nemu came up, Yamamoto finally using what small neural pathways must have remained alive in his head through the ages to connect the dots.
“Humans are very interesting,” Mayuri began. “The Quincy in particular. They are, as far as we know, the only human beings capable of the type of genetic imprinting that passes down spiritual abilities. Their children inherit these abilities and would naturally possess them regardless of training or experience. It’s in the very core of their genetic makeup to know what they are.”
Yamamoto looked graver and graver as Mayuri continued speaking, but this time, did not move to interrupt. Clearly he was beginning to see the necessity of this as well.
“By combining what information I’ve been able to secure on the creation of hyougoku with the studies of human reproduction-particularly that of the Quincy-I am in the first stages of inducing shinigami birth. This shinigami-if successful-will have all the inherent abilities of a soul that has undergone the normal processes of building and storing spiritual energy, as well as the ability to use it almost instantly.”
Yamamoto’s voice was grim. “And your daughter…”
“Initially a failed experiment-her abilities had to be taught over the course of many decades. And even still, she’s rather deficient when it comes to many things.” He paused, chuckled a little. “But she’s making up for her shortcomings now, by serving as the first carrier. Experiment #124950 to be exact. The child is due within the next week.”
“Kurotsuchi…”
Mayuri waved the commander off-those who didn’t understand the importance of scientific advancement could never be truly great. “If this is successful, you’ll have your army to command, soutaichou. But let me create it first.”
“But she’s your daughter.”
“And her purpose is to serve me.”
Yamamoto wanted to protest, to order a cease to this horrific experiment, but the looming shadow of Aizen’s super army held him back, the risk and slaughter of many more shinigami a decided weight greater than the value of Kurotsuchi Nemu’s one artificially created life. “Do what you must,” he said, after a long, pain-filled moment.
He turned to leave then, but paused halfway through the door.
“And if it fails?”
Mayuri scoffed. “It wouldn’t be her first time.”
END
EDITS PLZ.
Title: For War
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Mayuri, Yamamoto, the spirit of Nemu
Word Count: 809
Warning/s: Spoilers through like, 250, to be safe? Also, blatant character rape. And I’m talking about Mayuri here.>>
Summary: The sacrifices of war.
Dedication: shinigamikender- thanks for the OST! ^_^
A/N: IS IT SAD THAT THIS CAME TO ME PRETTY EASILY? I am a bad, bad person. >> Also, probably AU as far as the manga goes, it’s just my speculation on the possibilities of what could happen next.
“What is this, Kurotsuchi?” Yamamoto demanded with a quiet menace-the sort that only worked on thugs and idiots.
Mayuri on the other hand, simply sighed-long-suffering but not surprised. “A request form for a new vice-captain. As stated at the top of the sheet of paper you’re waving around, I believe.”
“Then your vice-captain is…”
“Not dead,” the scientist said, cutting straight to the point because he didn’t have time to waste, unlike certain people who clearly stood before him. “Her purpose has been-altered.”
Yamamoto’s great, bushy brows furrowed. “How?”
He wasn’t in the mood to explain exactly, but supposed the commander wouldn’t leave him to his research until at least a rudimentary explanation of his intentions was offered. “Hyougoku’s purpose is to bypass normal evolutionary measures in-as far as we know-Hollows and Menos. To create Arrankar faster than should be possible under normal circumstances.”
“Yes,” Yamamoto agreed. “What does this…”
“An army of Arrankar is being created, sir,” Mayuri interrupted, too busy a man to be troubled into letting the small minds of these military types finish their silly little questions. “It would be an unfair advantage, put simply. As shinigami on the other hand, are created after countless cycles of reincarnation-death and rebirth-through which the layering of spiritual experience increases until it’s dense enough to be controlled, to manifest itself physically into the form of zanpakutou. From what studies we do have on the matter, shinigami-much like Arrankar-are only created after the passage of countless life and death cycles. Not unlike something called a pearl in the human world if you need a more simple clarification.”
Yamamoto still didn’t look like he was following.
Mayuri sighed. “The research and technology institute-if no one else-sees this as a problem we cannot realistically overcome without implementing the necessary technological advances to viably compete with Aizen’s forces,” he explained, deliberately pulling a very particular test tube from his rack and busying himself appropriately so this little explanation wasn’t a complete waste of his time. “As such, the twelfth division has put all of its other experiments on hold and will-- until such time that we are successful or we all die-find a way to artificially create complete, working shinigami. Unlike the modified souls of the past, these beings will have their own viable shinigami spiritual forms with which to battle.”
Yamamoto stared. “So you are…”
“Creating a method with which to artificially compact the time necessary for the evolution of shinigami.”
“And your vice-captain…”
Mayuri actually smiled a bit when Nemu came up, Yamamoto finally using what small neural pathways must have remained alive in his head through the ages to connect the dots.
“Humans are very interesting,” Mayuri began. “The Quincy in particular. They are, as far as we know, the only human beings capable of the type of genetic imprinting that passes down spiritual abilities. Their children inherit these abilities and would naturally possess them regardless of training or experience. It’s in the very core of their genetic makeup to know what they are.”
Yamamoto looked graver and graver as Mayuri continued speaking, but this time, did not move to interrupt. Clearly he was beginning to see the necessity of this as well.
“By combining what information I’ve been able to secure on the creation of hyougoku with the studies of human reproduction-particularly that of the Quincy-I am in the first stages of inducing shinigami birth. This shinigami-if successful-will have all the inherent abilities of a soul that has undergone the normal processes of building and storing spiritual energy, as well as the ability to use it almost instantly.”
Yamamoto’s voice was grim. “And your daughter…”
“Initially a failed experiment-her abilities had to be taught over the course of many decades. And even still, she’s rather deficient when it comes to many things.” He paused, chuckled a little. “But she’s making up for her shortcomings now, by serving as the first carrier. Experiment #124950 to be exact. The child is due within the next week.”
“Kurotsuchi…”
Mayuri waved the commander off-those who didn’t understand the importance of scientific advancement could never be truly great. “If this is successful, you’ll have your army to command, soutaichou. But let me create it first.”
“But she’s your daughter.”
“And her purpose is to serve me.”
Yamamoto wanted to protest, to order a cease to this horrific experiment, but the looming shadow of Aizen’s super army held him back, the risk and slaughter of many more shinigami a decided weight greater than the value of Kurotsuchi Nemu’s one artificially created life. “Do what you must,” he said, after a long, pain-filled moment.
He turned to leave then, but paused halfway through the door.
“And if it fails?”
Mayuri scoffed. “It wouldn’t be her first time.”
END
EDITS PLZ.