[[first fic here, hope you like. just a little drabble about how Mayuri sees himself and how others see him.
Science, In all Its glory. To be a true member of the twelfth division was to understand that.
Not a member like the silly boys that Mayuri scooped up to put his newest bombs and other fun things in. No, the true members could look on Mayuri and were the few that saw him for the great, if somewhat deranged mind that he was.When Akon looked Upon Mayuri He saw a genius, Akon himself woudn't't have been half the man he
was if it wern't for Mayuri. Even if it was only cosmetic surgery was a bitch to do on yourself.
With out Mayuri finding him just out of the academy and shoving him into the gigai department he
would have ended up scrubbing floors in forth somewhere, not nearly the successful seated member he
was today, He owed it all to his Captain.
When Nemu looked upon Mayuri She saw her creator. He was her father, He was her owner, He was her
god. She never thought that it odd that she could devote herself to such a man. It was not sexual,
He was her captain, her god. What she felt for this man was akin to what a cult follower feels to
there leader, it was that blind love. She never felt it odd that she would blindly follow such a
cruel madman.
When Mayuri looked upon himself, as he often did late at night when there were no distractions he saw falure. His inventions were always and would always be second best to his predecessor. His own body would never be perfect, he was doomed to pick and prod at it until it fell apart. Even though he would never tell her, He knew he was even a falure as a father to Nemu, a job that should have been next to nothing considering what it took to build her. Yet he failed, And he would take out his rage and anger out on Nemu, knowing that even as he did so he would never be good enough in his eyes, and so she would never be good enough, because she came from him.