Kisuke had something really important to tell Mayuri-san, like the fact that Kisuke hid firecrackers in Mayuri-san's Ra suit. bl Oh well, Kisuke thinks as he presses a button, lighting them off.
Thank goodness he made duplicates and was wearing a replica.
"Huh." That would have been impressive had it not been Kisuke’s doing.
I SAID GUESS WHAT MAYURI-SAN
"Yes, and I said "what", but I suppose your hearing has since deteriorated."
"Sad, really." He then proceeds to slide the door shut.
"I’ve summoned you all here today to make a special announcement."
"Mayuri-san is a great scientist, anyone can admit that."
"But I’m still better."
Eugh— Her Captain didn’t look happy in the least. Minori knew well enough that the elder had far more important things to worry himself over, many regarding his Division and own experiments that he may or may not of been overseeing. He was far above her in rank and intelligence and they were both well aware of this fact. She would simply have to be exceedingly careful while in his presence, especially when her research would be in his hands. The thought of it being destroyed caused a small shiver to run up her spine.
”I don’t mean to cause any offence, Taichou, but I’m sure there was nothing misplaced and there were no misunderstood components of my experiment… I’ve double-checked it and triple-checked it, four and five times and I still can’t find a possible error in my calculations, hypothesis or results.” She gave a small sigh, though, and after a small pause she placed the clipboard with her data in the open palm of her superior’s hand.
”Usually I would go to Akon-san to make sure that I don’t bother you, but I can’t seem to find him around… I’m sure he’s somewhere taking a smoke break, but I would prefer if this was looked over as soon as possible…” The last thing the Thirteenth Seat wanted was to make her Captain irritated by making it seem as if she was forcing him to look over his notes (which was truthfully impossible considering his power level verses her own), but her confusion and frustration over something that shouldn’t of existed in the first placewas overriding much of her common sense.
She rubbed her temples in exhaustion, amber eyes tired from constantly staring over the paperwork and body sleep-deprived. “I’m sorry, Taichou,” she muttered, “— All of this is just upsetting.”
Truth be told, Mayuri was never happy. He was never truly pleased by his surroundings simply because there was always so much to do in terms of activities, especially with the time limits he sometimes gave to himself. With all of that kept in mind, it was not hard to determine and understand why there was the ever so subtle twitch of the right eye when she started talking. “Fantastic,” he sarcastically replied, mood truthfully having seen far better days. It was too late, however, for him to resume whatever it was he was initially doing. Once the clipboard was placed within his hand, his eyes skimmed through the data at first in search of any outliers. So far, there were no results, and this would be the start of the captain’s irritation. If he could not find a mistake already, surely there had to be something wrong with the methods she used. Perhaps it was excellent luck. Whatever it was, it did not stop him from looking over the data once more with a more observant eye.
"A break, huh,” he muttered in response, the word nearly dripping off his lips like fresh venom. “Duly noted.” This was more-so for him to use against Akon once he did find him and to administer the appropriate punishment. His other hand thus occupied itself by lightly rapping and tapping its knuckles against the notes. A soft thumping was heard as he lifted his sight from it and glanced at her. “Whatever.” The apology meant nothing to him. All that mattered as of the current moment was finding the mistake which he could not, for whatever reason, find. “… Preposterous,” he bit out the word a moment later before releasing a loud sigh. “What exactly did you do.” Whatever it was, it was clear that the scientist was, at least, a little wary in admitting that it was pure luck.
SMOOCHES ON THE MOUTH
There went a hand pressing right against their mouth, efficiently shoving back before any detrimental contact could be made.
"I’m not interested."
murderer! [hi ilu]
my muse will cut your muse until they bleed to death
For having the body of a child, she bled a lot. He wondered if she would even survive past the five minute mark. To his defense, he did not start cutting her up. He merely continued it. It was an intriguing way of passing the time according to the allotted time slot he was given in order to wait for the “true” reinforcements. Under the bright lights of his laboratory, she would have, at least, been kept alive by artificial means. In the outside world, however, she could easily succumb to blood loss if he was not careful. Crouching next to the body of a child that could very well die was an interesting experience, because it could not be said if she was unconscious or not. Perhaps it helped alleviate some nagging in the back of his head to prefer her being unconscious simply for the need of avoiding her superior’s anger and attempts of physical violence. It was an unwise decision, admittedly, to leave him with the body. He truly did not care if she died or not, and that was why, every so often, he would administer a small enough slice to her body. It would not be shallow, because that did not give him any sort of blood. By now, her skin was probably a bit pale. That would be when he would work to wrap a few cuts after every handful of cuts he would give to her. It was almost like a game with how he was treating it. As long as she did not bleed out and die, he would be successful in this rather macabre and sadistic game. If she woke up, that would mean he would lose, because she might go into shock.
He only assumed she was faint, because he heard no sounds of a struggle when he cut. That was what made this so attention grabbing. How much could the body truly take before, regardless of all that he would and could do, failing itself was the question that plagued his mind with each and every new cut he graced her body with. It was not by means of a scalpel, either. It was by the means of his own zanpakutō’s blade. It was a simple process. It was clear. It was easy to understand. To any bystander, however, he was aware of how cruel it could be perceived as. That was fine. He did not do this to impress others. All that needed to be impressed or drawn in was him and only himself. He was selfish like that. “Zaraki should be here soon,” he said in a distant voice, more-so saying it to uphold the illusion that he was caring for the unconscious child. She was apart of the Eleventh Division, so, honestly, he found it hard to be even falsely concerned for the likes of her. He was only minutely concerned because he did not wish to receive the brunt of Zaraki’s anger. There was already so much he had to deal with the likes of him. It was hard to determine as to why he was cutting her, though, if this were the case. Maybe he liked taking risks. Maybe it was because he hardly found it necessary to fully care about what she meant to the Eleventh. Whatever it was, it did not stop the next cut he placed upon her skin. It was focused around her arms, because her neck was already wrapped up by two layers of bandages.
"… Maybe," he said after a halfhearted look around. There was a small puddle showing itself beneath the girl’s body, and he did not bother to remove from her. The smell of the blood only further increased his curiosity as to how much her body could take. It was sick and cruel in a sense and sad and twisted in another. From all of the above perspectives, Mayuri could have been easily a murderer of a child he was not careful. That was what made this more of a game than it already was. There was a goal to reach. There was also a deadline to avoid, and that was what made Mayuri’s cutting eventually grow more and more sloppy until, finally, a splash of blood landed on the toes of his feet. His eyes did not fall towards it, because he knew the white fabric shielded his skin from staining. The cloth, however, was another story that he preferred not to think about in the current moment. Rolling his shoulders, he removed his blade from the newly made slice and exmained the blood a bit too closely. It almost looked like he wanted to lick it but restrained himself. He was talented in hiding his temptations and more alternative interests but for only so long. Dropping the sword onto the ground, he gazed at the cut that had released blood a bit too furiously. Perhaps this was the sign that he needed to stop before it got too bad. A disappointed sigh left his lips at the thought, understanding that he need not outstand his professional limitations.
Regardless of that, though, he did reach out to worm the tips of his index and middle fingers into the wound. Uncaring about infection at the current moment, his eyes narrowed at the exposed muscle as thin streams of blood oozed from the injury. Removing his fingers, he wiped their tips on her cheek before reaching to take the roll of bandages. “What a pest.”
Again, for the body of a child, she bled an awful lot.