He really didn't see it coming, chapter 6
It's been a while, but chapter 6 of the Ishida & Nemu fic is now up,for all of you who read it...so that would mean, Snow (who was once again my faithful beta,THANK YOU! ), Erica and Rikichi ( who is a fellow IshiNemu fan. YAY! ) and anyone else who bumps into this story and decides to read it. XD
There will be just one more chapter after this, but to tell the truth, when I started writing this story, I thought it would be 3 chapters long, at most. So I've definitely outlimited my own expectations. n_n
Anyway, enjoy the story and share the Ishida & Nemu love!
Title: He really didn't see it coming, chapter 6
Author: trito_chan
Rating: NC-17
Genre: romance/humor (although this chapter migh be slightly angst-ish)
Spoilers: (a hinted one) for manga chapter 306
Disclaimer: Ishida and Nemu are the imaginative fruit and property of Kubo Tite. If they were mine I wouldn't be writing this. In fact, I probably wouldn't be here at all.
Word Count: 1315
Summary: There were very few things that could throw Ishida Uruyuu off track. Kurotsuchi Nemu was one of them...Ishida and Nemu and what stands between them.
Note: Snow did the beta-thingy. :)
Sensei...Did I let you down?
Since he was a little boy, Ishida hated the Shinigami. As he had explained it to Kurosaki Ichigo when their relationship took a turn from one sided hate towards friendship, it wasn’t because of Soul Society’s annihilation of the Quincy clan two hundred years ago. From Ishida’s point of view, not only was Soul Society right and the Quincy were wrong, but something that had happened so long ago was too long ago for him to care.
No, his hate was of a much more personal nature...and of a much more recent date.
His hate was directed towards the Shinigami, but for failing to reach his sensei and grandfather in time to help him in his fight against the hollows. By the time they had showed up, his grandfather was long dead. They were late, late on purpose. Ever since that fatal day, Ishida carried a burden in his heart, never forgetting and never forgiving those who let his sensei die, while all along it was himself he really couldn’t forgive for being just a little boy hiding behind a tree, too scared to even move.
Although Ishida was too stubbornly set in his ways to admit it, the truth was that some of his closest friends were Shinigami, and he would always readily come to their aid. Somewhere deep inside he knew these feelings were mutual, and he was glad, even more because it had always been his sensei’s wish that one day the Shinigami and the Quincy would find a way to work together. It was him, Ishida Uryuu, the last proud Quincy, who made that wish come true.
But at the moment he was a naked Quincy resting next to an equally naked Shinigami vice-Capitan, both of them feeling pleasantly drained, their bodies still somewhat damp with sweat their intimate act had produced. Somehow, Ishida was sure this wasn’t the kind of collaboration his grandfather had in mind.
No, this was different. She was different.
She was the daughter - creation of the man whose sadistic experiments desecrated his grandfather. Even if Ishida forgave Soul Society for not sending people in time to help out, the way Kurotsuchi Mayuri brutally violated the soul of his beloved grandfather and teacher, who was nothing more than another interesting test subject to the mad scientist, was absolutely unforgivable. And because Nemu was also Mayuri’s vice-Capitan, Ishida concluded that she herself was probably present during the experiments, perhaps even assisted.
Sensei...have I let you down? Have I betrayed you? echoed agonizingly behind Ishida’s empty stare into the white ceiling as he lay in his untypically messy bed. Never before in his life did he feel so torn inside. A part of him gravely regretted what he had just done, actually, who he had done it with, while another part of him had no regrets what so ever. Snapping out of his deep though, Ishida realized that, although there were two of them in what was a one person bed, their bodies weren’t touching at all. His serious blue eyes switched from the white ceiling towards Nemu who lay next to him, silent and unmoving. The sight of her dark hair trailing graciously towards her breasts produced an unconscious tremble in Ishida’s stomach. He tilted his head trying to see if she was sleeping, only to meet her wide open emerald eyes, expressionlessly gazing into an unknown spot on the wall.
“Nemu-san, are you alright?” Ishida asked, trying not to show any indication of his current internal struggle. Nemu remained silent for so long he thought she might have not heard him, but just as he was about to repeat his question, she looked at him and said:
“Do you regret what we did?”
Her question, so unwavering and so to the point of what he was thinking about, rendered him wordless for a few seconds.
Can she read minds? was his first reaction, but he immediately concluded that wasn’t very likely. Since he was still having doubts about the answer to her question, he replied with a simple
“I don’t know”.
Nemu shifted her gaze back to the unknown spot on the wall.
“I see” she said softly after thinking over his words for a minute or so.
Ishida felt the familiar tightening in his chest, a sure indication of his kind heart trembling at the sight of her frailty. Nemu’s body was built to be strong, to attack with lethal force and speed, and to be able to sustain extensive injuries. Poison and bizarre drugs flowed trough her as an equally deadly method of protection, but the most vulnerable part, her heart, had no means of protection what so ever. His inner knight in shiny armour stepped up once again, and Ishida securely pulled her into his arms.
“There are things standing between us”, he told her, feeling like he was apologizing and justifying himself at the same time: “no to mention people”.
“Mayuri-sama would be awfully enraged should he ever find out about this”, she declared somewhat absent-mindedly, as if she was already readying herself for the harsh punishment for disobedience. Perhaps to mentally shield her from the expected beating, Nemu curled up in Ishida’s arms. “I took all the necessary precautions, made an antidote for you as well as the substance to block out the surveillance bacteria Mayuri-sama placed in you, but I couldn’t be sure if it would work”, she explained.
The mentioning of those two things made Ishida realize that first of all, he did still have Mayuri’s surveillance bacteria in him, which made him angry because he felt like a lab rat, and second, that he had previously forgotten the fact that Nemu’s body was full of poison and drugs that could have easily ended his life. A brief flash of how Sayzel Apporo Granz met his demise, gave Ishida a slight feeling of eeriness.
That’s what she had in mind when I asked her about protection. That’s what the pill was for, he surmised. Although he didn’t believe she would risk his life like that, a part of Ishida couldn’t help but feel like he had been toying with death.
At least it would have been a nice way to go, his inner voice managed to snicker before Ishida composed himself.
“I won’t let him hurt you” he boldly stated, not really sure how he was going to prevent it once she was back to Soul Society.
“It doesn’t matter”, Nemu assured him: “I’m used to punishment”.
“It does matter!” Ishida exclaimed angrily, but continued in a more restrained tone of voice after she flinched a bit: “He can’t treat you like that. The fact that he created you and is your Capitan doesn’t give him the right to hurt you”.
“My body was made resilient and I heal up pretty fast, so please don’t worry. Even if Mayuri-sama does find out and punish me, the pain will be irrelevant compared to this experience. You showed me incredible affection and warmth. I liked that feeling, so thank you...Uryuu”, Nemu said contentedly.
Although everything inside him protested against her making peace with her situation, Ishida saw just how firmly she stood behind her words. As wrong as it was, it was the only way of life she ever knew, until now. He was glad their moment of intimacy showed her that indeed life can be different, and that she deserved much more than the beating she was so used to getting. Hoping this could also be her first step forward, Ishida decided to let the few hours before dawn and her return to Soul Society pass in a soothing atmosphere. He uttered a semi - reconcilable “alright” sigh and pulled a thin, perfectly white sheet over Nemu and himself, so they wouldn’t get cold later. Tenderly kissing her on the forehead, he just said:
“Rest now”.
There will be just one more chapter after this, but to tell the truth, when I started writing this story, I thought it would be 3 chapters long, at most. So I've definitely outlimited my own expectations. n_n
Anyway, enjoy the story and share the Ishida & Nemu love!
Title: He really didn't see it coming, chapter 6
Author: trito_chan
Rating: NC-17
Genre: romance/humor (although this chapter migh be slightly angst-ish)
Spoilers: (a hinted one) for manga chapter 306
Disclaimer: Ishida and Nemu are the imaginative fruit and property of Kubo Tite. If they were mine I wouldn't be writing this. In fact, I probably wouldn't be here at all.
Word Count: 1315
Summary: There were very few things that could throw Ishida Uruyuu off track. Kurotsuchi Nemu was one of them...Ishida and Nemu and what stands between them.
Note: Snow did the beta-thingy. :)
Sensei...Did I let you down?
Since he was a little boy, Ishida hated the Shinigami. As he had explained it to Kurosaki Ichigo when their relationship took a turn from one sided hate towards friendship, it wasn’t because of Soul Society’s annihilation of the Quincy clan two hundred years ago. From Ishida’s point of view, not only was Soul Society right and the Quincy were wrong, but something that had happened so long ago was too long ago for him to care.
No, his hate was of a much more personal nature...and of a much more recent date.
His hate was directed towards the Shinigami, but for failing to reach his sensei and grandfather in time to help him in his fight against the hollows. By the time they had showed up, his grandfather was long dead. They were late, late on purpose. Ever since that fatal day, Ishida carried a burden in his heart, never forgetting and never forgiving those who let his sensei die, while all along it was himself he really couldn’t forgive for being just a little boy hiding behind a tree, too scared to even move.
Although Ishida was too stubbornly set in his ways to admit it, the truth was that some of his closest friends were Shinigami, and he would always readily come to their aid. Somewhere deep inside he knew these feelings were mutual, and he was glad, even more because it had always been his sensei’s wish that one day the Shinigami and the Quincy would find a way to work together. It was him, Ishida Uryuu, the last proud Quincy, who made that wish come true.
But at the moment he was a naked Quincy resting next to an equally naked Shinigami vice-Capitan, both of them feeling pleasantly drained, their bodies still somewhat damp with sweat their intimate act had produced. Somehow, Ishida was sure this wasn’t the kind of collaboration his grandfather had in mind.
No, this was different. She was different.
She was the daughter - creation of the man whose sadistic experiments desecrated his grandfather. Even if Ishida forgave Soul Society for not sending people in time to help out, the way Kurotsuchi Mayuri brutally violated the soul of his beloved grandfather and teacher, who was nothing more than another interesting test subject to the mad scientist, was absolutely unforgivable. And because Nemu was also Mayuri’s vice-Capitan, Ishida concluded that she herself was probably present during the experiments, perhaps even assisted.
Sensei...have I let you down? Have I betrayed you? echoed agonizingly behind Ishida’s empty stare into the white ceiling as he lay in his untypically messy bed. Never before in his life did he feel so torn inside. A part of him gravely regretted what he had just done, actually, who he had done it with, while another part of him had no regrets what so ever. Snapping out of his deep though, Ishida realized that, although there were two of them in what was a one person bed, their bodies weren’t touching at all. His serious blue eyes switched from the white ceiling towards Nemu who lay next to him, silent and unmoving. The sight of her dark hair trailing graciously towards her breasts produced an unconscious tremble in Ishida’s stomach. He tilted his head trying to see if she was sleeping, only to meet her wide open emerald eyes, expressionlessly gazing into an unknown spot on the wall.
“Nemu-san, are you alright?” Ishida asked, trying not to show any indication of his current internal struggle. Nemu remained silent for so long he thought she might have not heard him, but just as he was about to repeat his question, she looked at him and said:
“Do you regret what we did?”
Her question, so unwavering and so to the point of what he was thinking about, rendered him wordless for a few seconds.
Can she read minds? was his first reaction, but he immediately concluded that wasn’t very likely. Since he was still having doubts about the answer to her question, he replied with a simple
“I don’t know”.
Nemu shifted her gaze back to the unknown spot on the wall.
“I see” she said softly after thinking over his words for a minute or so.
Ishida felt the familiar tightening in his chest, a sure indication of his kind heart trembling at the sight of her frailty. Nemu’s body was built to be strong, to attack with lethal force and speed, and to be able to sustain extensive injuries. Poison and bizarre drugs flowed trough her as an equally deadly method of protection, but the most vulnerable part, her heart, had no means of protection what so ever. His inner knight in shiny armour stepped up once again, and Ishida securely pulled her into his arms.
“There are things standing between us”, he told her, feeling like he was apologizing and justifying himself at the same time: “no to mention people”.
“Mayuri-sama would be awfully enraged should he ever find out about this”, she declared somewhat absent-mindedly, as if she was already readying herself for the harsh punishment for disobedience. Perhaps to mentally shield her from the expected beating, Nemu curled up in Ishida’s arms. “I took all the necessary precautions, made an antidote for you as well as the substance to block out the surveillance bacteria Mayuri-sama placed in you, but I couldn’t be sure if it would work”, she explained.
The mentioning of those two things made Ishida realize that first of all, he did still have Mayuri’s surveillance bacteria in him, which made him angry because he felt like a lab rat, and second, that he had previously forgotten the fact that Nemu’s body was full of poison and drugs that could have easily ended his life. A brief flash of how Sayzel Apporo Granz met his demise, gave Ishida a slight feeling of eeriness.
That’s what she had in mind when I asked her about protection. That’s what the pill was for, he surmised. Although he didn’t believe she would risk his life like that, a part of Ishida couldn’t help but feel like he had been toying with death.
At least it would have been a nice way to go, his inner voice managed to snicker before Ishida composed himself.
“I won’t let him hurt you” he boldly stated, not really sure how he was going to prevent it once she was back to Soul Society.
“It doesn’t matter”, Nemu assured him: “I’m used to punishment”.
“It does matter!” Ishida exclaimed angrily, but continued in a more restrained tone of voice after she flinched a bit: “He can’t treat you like that. The fact that he created you and is your Capitan doesn’t give him the right to hurt you”.
“My body was made resilient and I heal up pretty fast, so please don’t worry. Even if Mayuri-sama does find out and punish me, the pain will be irrelevant compared to this experience. You showed me incredible affection and warmth. I liked that feeling, so thank you...Uryuu”, Nemu said contentedly.
Although everything inside him protested against her making peace with her situation, Ishida saw just how firmly she stood behind her words. As wrong as it was, it was the only way of life she ever knew, until now. He was glad their moment of intimacy showed her that indeed life can be different, and that she deserved much more than the beating she was so used to getting. Hoping this could also be her first step forward, Ishida decided to let the few hours before dawn and her return to Soul Society pass in a soothing atmosphere. He uttered a semi - reconcilable “alright” sigh and pulled a thin, perfectly white sheet over Nemu and himself, so they wouldn’t get cold later. Tenderly kissing her on the forehead, he just said:
“Rest now”.