You better wake up soon, you damn idiot. Getting yourself blown up like that. You should be grateful I'm willing to regenerate your body so you can escape Aizen's tyranny. Fuckin bastard ain't all he cracked up to be after all. If you don't wake up then I'll feed your body to Yammy. It'll serve you right for being so stupid. Challenging a captain level shinigami without even analyzing his abilities yet… sheer idiocy. You're lucky I injected my spy bugs into your system so I know what exactly went wrong.
I think before you wake up I'll dye your hair pink, just to piss you off. It wpuld serve you right for being such a damn bastard. I cant believe a grantz was taken down so easily. You didn't even put up a twenty minute fight, and most of what you did was just empty threats and taunting. What can you expect to do with that kind of endurance? Or lack therof… what were you planning to do, talk him to death? Your nothing, insignificant, pathetic and utterly worthless.
God fucking damn it open your damn eyes Il Forte! Don't you know if you don't wake up in the next four days twenty one hours and three minutes I'll be forced to label this experiment a failure?! Do you even know what a failure means for both of us?! If this fails Aizen could get ahold of this experimental information and make me resurrect all his dead play things or minions or whatever the hell we are!
Il forte… you're running out of time. Just please pull through.
You have three days exactly to recover and awaken. If by that time you have not regained consciousness I'll be forced to take you off the life support system and let your new heart stop beating.
You are running out of time, brother! If you don't pull through I'll… I'll have nothing to live for.
Tomorrow is your last chance, Il Forte. If I come into the lab tomorrow and you aren't awake I'll have no choice. Otherwise Aizen will find out about the technology I've created and will be unstoppable. Remember your place, brother, you do as I say because I outrank you. Now open your eyes, of it's the end of us both.
He opened his eyes. Everything was blurry; he closed them immediately when they started to sting. Why did this surprise him? Considering who his little brother was he should be used to being abused in his weird experiments already. Szayel always loved to torture him.
His head hurt.
It was a sharp pain, on the left side of his head. What happened? Surely he didn't have that much fun last night…
No.
Last night he only had one drink with Shawlawng before he was called upon to go to the real world. He fought that red haired shinigami and the tiny genocidal child and… and… and he got hit with Zabimaru's hikotsu taiho.
His head swam. What happened next? He couldn't remember. He didn't lose, because he was alive. That idiot shinigami wouldn't leave an arrancar alive if he knew what was good for him. But he didn't win.
So… the battle wasn't over?
He tried to open his eyes again. His lids felt bruised and heavy, like flower petals that were slightly wilted. His eyes still stung, but he forced them to stay open.
Blue. He saw blue. It was a pale blue, the kind of pale blue you get when you mix four drops of blue food coloring and one drop of green food coloring in a glass of water. It was a pretty blue; a teal blue. He could see through it. he saw a bit of wavy pale whitish, yellowish bluish stuff. Like the seaweed got stuck in his trunks when he last visited the real world and Di-Roy forced him to come relax at the beach with him. But it wasn't seaweed. It kind of looked like… hair.
It was his hair.
Well of course it was his hair. Who else had such beautiful pale golden locks?
His thought process was much slower than normal, so it took him a minute to realize that he was cold. He wasn't shivering; the temperature was just chilly enough to be uncomfortable but bearable. So, he tried to put it together, pain, blue, hair, cold… what the hell was going on?
He sighed, watching the bubbles that escaped from his mouth float to the surface. They were pretty. He liked the bubbles. He vaguely wondered what would happen to them, where they would go when they finally reached the surface. Somewhere in the back of his head the voice that existed to make him miserable, which coincidentally sounded a lot like Szayel, explained that the carbon dioxide would be released into the surrounding space and mingle with whatever other gases might be present, but he wasn't listening.
He was too busy panicking about being submerged in water.