Characters: Urahara, Nemu
Summary: To want to create something already made.
Pairings: Kisuke x Nemu
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers
Timeline: No timeline needed
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
It's hard not to shake his head and sigh, maybe in pity, maybe in exasperation and maybe in something else entirely, at the tall, frail, delicate creature who is so blank-eyed and submissive that she at times barely seems human at all. So, so inadequate, but still so human with the potential for so much more than what she is.
The greatest gift to ever be bestowed on humanity, Urahara muses, knows, is the potential for more. Nemu isn't human, but is less human and more so at the same time, less and more than any he's met. She can be more if she wants to be, but doesn't and yet is.
A walking paradox is the only way for Urahara to define Nemu, even though he knows he should be able to find answers even in her. He just defines, labels, then tears them all off in frustration and starts to affix new ones. Same process, over and over again.
It would take a thousand lifetimes to really nail down anything definitive about Nemu. There's the outside things, those things that can be noted with a cursory examination of the eyes. She is beautiful, though her blank-slate nature and apathetic detachment encompass all of that and obliterate it until she is known. She is observant, though, and curious, constantly tinkering and examining—it's the only time when her green eyes show anything resembling life in them at all. She is nearly silent, rarely opening her small mouth to speak.
But it will take a great deal of dusting to wash the grime away from the glass statue that is Kurotsuchi Nemu, to see more, see what's underneath all the make up and bruises and clothes. If there's even anything underneath at all.
No… Urahara knows there's more. There's always more, to everyone. Even to Kurotsuchi Nemu. Especially to Kurotsuchi Nemu.
The sun sinks, bloody and red and his mind turns itself over to the power of arcane thoughts as it always does at night.
Nemu is all but lifeless, waiting to be created in such away that she doesn't even know she's waiting.
And Urahara, obsessed with creation as Aizen is with perfection and Mayuri with progress, wonders just what it would take to breathe life into her.