Twisted Tidings
My entry for "Mayuri Madness FC" on Deviant Art for their New Years competition.
I know the New Year is over but meh.
Warnings: nudity, dark themes, angst and helplessness
Title: Twisted Tidings
Writer: Me
Rating: R
Characters: Mayuri, Szayel, Division 12
Disclaimer: Bleach and characters associated with is all Tite Kubo's, not mine.
Word Count: 1341
Summary: Mayuri Kurotsuchi uses the New Year's celebration to show off what he collected from Hueco Mundo.
Beta'd by the awesome vixenofargentum
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The sounds of glass clinking and warm, idle chatter greeted his ears as he groggily blinked his weary eyelids open. Everything was still so hazy and muffled; however he could make out a deep rumbling of a voice, whose high notes resembled the grating screech of fingernails down a chalkboard, yet at the same time carried deep undertones of a bass drumbeat or distant thunder.
He recognized that voice…
His eyelids snapped open.
…that shinigami!
He went to move, to flee, and fell over his own clumsy, unresponsive feet, landing with a thud against a pile of bodies lying dead on the floor around him- some of them still warm. His heart raced, his mind spun, but the effects of the drug still wore on him.
I have to get out of here…
He cleared his throat and smiled. His yellow eyes scanned the merriment of the lab room that his subordinates shared with him tonight. He wasn’t usually one for crowds or parties for that matter, but this was a momentous occasion, fitting that it fell so close to the New Year, so for now he let them have their fun.
“Good evening everyone…”
The chatter around him continued unabated.
“I said good evening!” He raised his voice and twisted his face into an annoyed scowl. “You ingrates should be thankful I even agreed to this.” He stuck out one skeletal index finger angrily. “You are expected to listen when your captain is speaking or do I need to remind you all that I can very easily experiment on you too?”
The scientists gathered and quieted. All eyes turned towards Mayuri who stood in the middle of the room. Beside him was a very large, conspicuous, something that was covered by a tarp. Next to it was the petite Nemu Kurotsuchi who stood with her head bowed and her hands folded in front of her as she patiently waited.
He eyed the crowd, the colorful banners, the tables and trays filled with desserts and appetizers with mild contempt. He’d rather them all be working on their experiments; it was better to get this distraction over with.
“With the close of the Winter War against Aizen’s forces coming so close to the end of the year; what better time to show you all the delightful specimens Nemu and I collected while we were in Hueco Mundo. There is a wealth of information to be had and so many new discoveries to be made with all of this!” He grinned and waggled his fingers. “Nemu, pull back the curtain!” His grin widened and he motioned to her.
His vision cleared enough that he could make out shapes; he was lying against Verona.
Disgusting! Utterly disgusting!
His creations were all ruined and now he was pressed up against their filthy….
With a shudder and a wave of nausea he realized there was nothing separating his flawless skin from theirs. They were all completely stripped of their modesty.
Through the faint light he could make out the long blonde hair of his brother amongst the fallen, whose broken body he collected and healed after he was defeated during the war. He felt his disgust mix with a deep and rising anger.
Suddenly light poured in as the covering was lifted away and momentarily blinded him. He went rigid and caught his breath in his throat as his heart skipped a beat.
He glanced up from under his bangs that spilled over his face from when he fell. Through his blurred vision he could not quite see the shapes of people staring at him from further away, but he could feel it.
Great…
“…that so-called scientists’ lab was ours for the taking!” Mayuri pointed.
“We have specimens both living and dead, including the espada itself! There are hollow technologies just waiting to be examined. There’s a wealth of data and vital statistics in journals and hard drives from the site, solvents and salves of all kinds. This is what we’re here for. This is science!” He shook his fist, grinning.
“You all have your specialized departments. Take your time to decide what you need but remember… the espada is mine…”
He headed towards the exam table that was decked out in festive dressings upon which the punch bowl sat with empty glasses around it, in front of various test tubes. A plate of miniature cakes sat next to it and next to that was the de-ionized water dispenser. He filled his own glass and watched his subordinates with mock glee. This was the one time of the year he was supposed to be nice to them, but his death grip around the stem of his own glass told what was really going on in his head.
The researchers gathered around the cage of goodies like rabid dogs salivating at the sight of a juicy steak.
He felt their attention more heavily upon him and he shifted uncomfortably in his own embarrassment and rage, feeling more dead than alive.
“This one will yield plenty of useful data for our gigai process. Look at its hole placement. I’ll schedule its autopsy immediately after the party.”
He glanced towards the direction of the voice and scarcely made out the forms of a blobby, squat man with an awkward stalk eye standing next to a tall man with small horns on his forehead. He followed the tall man’s coal-eyed gaze and felt his heart sink when he realized they were talking about his brother; a man who he regarded as his sole property.
“We will learn how to make arrancar gigais for the exploratory groups from these…”
He watched them shift around followed by other researchers who pressed in between the bars.
No…
Even the smallish, innocent-looking pony-tailed researcher looked in on him and his things with rabid excitement. His small hands wrapped around the bars as he mentally picked out what he wanted.
No… No! His shoulders heaved and his hands curled into fists.
“Hmm… ointments, healing potions and bone growth salves… poisons…. What great fun!”
His arms shook as he listened to their banter as they bartered and carved away little patches for themselves.
They’re taking my things!
A sharp clinking sound shot through the air and the researchers’ chatter stopped as they turned to face their captain. They moved away from the cage and returned to their glasses, stopping to refill them. Enthralled they clustered around their captain when a display came to life and started a count down.
The excitement built up and became so thick that as imprisoned as he was, even he could feel it. Through his hazy vision, he sought the display and felt the life he knew tick away with each indistinguishable number.
The crowd erupted into cheers at the end of the countdown and Mayuri spun around, lifting his glass.
“Let us toast to a new year of science, advancement and achievement! The best awaits us; answers to questions we haven’t yet formed, hypotheses abound! Discoveries yet found on our very door step! Explore, develop, examine!”
He tipped his head back and downed the pinkish liquid in a single gulp. The others followed and then clapped, officially welcoming the start of the year.
“Take it all, my friends! Let us start this year off right: immediately!”
He watched the crowd descend on the cage like vultures on a kill with a wide, merciless grin.
They parted with their gifts; many of the organic ones struggled pathetically against the drugs that kept them nearly immobile and let out plaintive pleas and wails.
He then stalked towards the cage in utter glee, and gripped the bars to peer in, after the others left to set up their own workspaces. Its sole occupant lay limp on the bare ground, its chest faced upwards, barely breathing; head hung to the side, eyes open, staring into infinity; defeated.
He chuckled maniacally; his savage grin deepened as he whispered…
“Welcome to my lab. Welcome to the rest of your pathetic life!”
I know the New Year is over but meh.
Warnings: nudity, dark themes, angst and helplessness
Title: Twisted Tidings
Writer: Me
Rating: R
Characters: Mayuri, Szayel, Division 12
Disclaimer: Bleach and characters associated with is all Tite Kubo's, not mine.
Word Count: 1341
Summary: Mayuri Kurotsuchi uses the New Year's celebration to show off what he collected from Hueco Mundo.
Beta'd by the awesome vixenofargentum
...........................................................................................
The sounds of glass clinking and warm, idle chatter greeted his ears as he groggily blinked his weary eyelids open. Everything was still so hazy and muffled; however he could make out a deep rumbling of a voice, whose high notes resembled the grating screech of fingernails down a chalkboard, yet at the same time carried deep undertones of a bass drumbeat or distant thunder.
He recognized that voice…
His eyelids snapped open.
…that shinigami!
He went to move, to flee, and fell over his own clumsy, unresponsive feet, landing with a thud against a pile of bodies lying dead on the floor around him- some of them still warm. His heart raced, his mind spun, but the effects of the drug still wore on him.
I have to get out of here…
He cleared his throat and smiled. His yellow eyes scanned the merriment of the lab room that his subordinates shared with him tonight. He wasn’t usually one for crowds or parties for that matter, but this was a momentous occasion, fitting that it fell so close to the New Year, so for now he let them have their fun.
“Good evening everyone…”
The chatter around him continued unabated.
“I said good evening!” He raised his voice and twisted his face into an annoyed scowl. “You ingrates should be thankful I even agreed to this.” He stuck out one skeletal index finger angrily. “You are expected to listen when your captain is speaking or do I need to remind you all that I can very easily experiment on you too?”
The scientists gathered and quieted. All eyes turned towards Mayuri who stood in the middle of the room. Beside him was a very large, conspicuous, something that was covered by a tarp. Next to it was the petite Nemu Kurotsuchi who stood with her head bowed and her hands folded in front of her as she patiently waited.
He eyed the crowd, the colorful banners, the tables and trays filled with desserts and appetizers with mild contempt. He’d rather them all be working on their experiments; it was better to get this distraction over with.
“With the close of the Winter War against Aizen’s forces coming so close to the end of the year; what better time to show you all the delightful specimens Nemu and I collected while we were in Hueco Mundo. There is a wealth of information to be had and so many new discoveries to be made with all of this!” He grinned and waggled his fingers. “Nemu, pull back the curtain!” His grin widened and he motioned to her.
His vision cleared enough that he could make out shapes; he was lying against Verona.
Disgusting! Utterly disgusting!
His creations were all ruined and now he was pressed up against their filthy….
With a shudder and a wave of nausea he realized there was nothing separating his flawless skin from theirs. They were all completely stripped of their modesty.
Through the faint light he could make out the long blonde hair of his brother amongst the fallen, whose broken body he collected and healed after he was defeated during the war. He felt his disgust mix with a deep and rising anger.
Suddenly light poured in as the covering was lifted away and momentarily blinded him. He went rigid and caught his breath in his throat as his heart skipped a beat.
He glanced up from under his bangs that spilled over his face from when he fell. Through his blurred vision he could not quite see the shapes of people staring at him from further away, but he could feel it.
Great…
“…that so-called scientists’ lab was ours for the taking!” Mayuri pointed.
“We have specimens both living and dead, including the espada itself! There are hollow technologies just waiting to be examined. There’s a wealth of data and vital statistics in journals and hard drives from the site, solvents and salves of all kinds. This is what we’re here for. This is science!” He shook his fist, grinning.
“You all have your specialized departments. Take your time to decide what you need but remember… the espada is mine…”
He headed towards the exam table that was decked out in festive dressings upon which the punch bowl sat with empty glasses around it, in front of various test tubes. A plate of miniature cakes sat next to it and next to that was the de-ionized water dispenser. He filled his own glass and watched his subordinates with mock glee. This was the one time of the year he was supposed to be nice to them, but his death grip around the stem of his own glass told what was really going on in his head.
The researchers gathered around the cage of goodies like rabid dogs salivating at the sight of a juicy steak.
He felt their attention more heavily upon him and he shifted uncomfortably in his own embarrassment and rage, feeling more dead than alive.
“This one will yield plenty of useful data for our gigai process. Look at its hole placement. I’ll schedule its autopsy immediately after the party.”
He glanced towards the direction of the voice and scarcely made out the forms of a blobby, squat man with an awkward stalk eye standing next to a tall man with small horns on his forehead. He followed the tall man’s coal-eyed gaze and felt his heart sink when he realized they were talking about his brother; a man who he regarded as his sole property.
“We will learn how to make arrancar gigais for the exploratory groups from these…”
He watched them shift around followed by other researchers who pressed in between the bars.
No…
Even the smallish, innocent-looking pony-tailed researcher looked in on him and his things with rabid excitement. His small hands wrapped around the bars as he mentally picked out what he wanted.
No… No! His shoulders heaved and his hands curled into fists.
“Hmm… ointments, healing potions and bone growth salves… poisons…. What great fun!”
His arms shook as he listened to their banter as they bartered and carved away little patches for themselves.
They’re taking my things!
A sharp clinking sound shot through the air and the researchers’ chatter stopped as they turned to face their captain. They moved away from the cage and returned to their glasses, stopping to refill them. Enthralled they clustered around their captain when a display came to life and started a count down.
The excitement built up and became so thick that as imprisoned as he was, even he could feel it. Through his hazy vision, he sought the display and felt the life he knew tick away with each indistinguishable number.
The crowd erupted into cheers at the end of the countdown and Mayuri spun around, lifting his glass.
“Let us toast to a new year of science, advancement and achievement! The best awaits us; answers to questions we haven’t yet formed, hypotheses abound! Discoveries yet found on our very door step! Explore, develop, examine!”
He tipped his head back and downed the pinkish liquid in a single gulp. The others followed and then clapped, officially welcoming the start of the year.
“Take it all, my friends! Let us start this year off right: immediately!”
He watched the crowd descend on the cage like vultures on a kill with a wide, merciless grin.
They parted with their gifts; many of the organic ones struggled pathetically against the drugs that kept them nearly immobile and let out plaintive pleas and wails.
He then stalked towards the cage in utter glee, and gripped the bars to peer in, after the others left to set up their own workspaces. Its sole occupant lay limp on the bare ground, its chest faced upwards, barely breathing; head hung to the side, eyes open, staring into infinity; defeated.
He chuckled maniacally; his savage grin deepened as he whispered…
“Welcome to my lab. Welcome to the rest of your pathetic life!”