Ngoc Chau does not own Bleach

The setting is AT = Alternate Timeline. Mayuri Kurotsuchi is dead and his daughter/lieutenant: Nemu Kurotsuchi has taken up the mantle to be the Twelfth Division's Captain and Chief of the SDRI. Before Mayuri Kurotsuchi's demise, he had created another false being. This false being was to be raised by Nemu to be the next Captain. While flesh can be reproduced, a mind will differ.

Oh... you might be wondering why this fanfic is called "Electric"

Well, I didn't want to come right out and call it "Incest" or "Oedipus". I wanted to be clever about it. But anyway, I went onto a thesaurus site and looked up synonyms for "incest". Three results came up: interbreeding, Oedipal love, and Electral love. Electral looks a lot like Electric, so I went with that.

The halls of the Division was crowded with scientists running to and fro; yet immediately at the sight of its Lieutenant, the crowd parted to the side.

The Lieutenant strode in briskly. All regarded the new Lieutenant with nothing but respect and fear. It was a very dangerous person they were dealing with after all. The new Captain had insisted on him as the Lieutenant, for who else would be better suited for the Twelfth Division and its daughter organization: the SDRI.
Yes, Kurotsuchi Mayuri was a fearful person to associate with yet the Captain had no qualms about him at all, and greatly esteemed him.

They all bowed their heads to him as he passed by and greeted him by addressing his rank. "Good afternoon, Kurotsuchi-fukutaicho! How are you today, sir? Good afternoon, sir! Hello, fukutaicho-san!"

Politely, he nodded his head to them to briefly acknowledge them. In his arms, he held a portfolio of papers that had to be distributed and recollected afterwards - he would assign the job to a lower subordinate - and he meticulously handed out the papers as he passed through the parted crowd. As he reached the end of the hall and his arms were bare of the papers, he looked back over his shoulder at the shaking crowd behind him. "What are you all doing? Get back to work now! Just because I'm here doesn't mean I need all of you to watch me!"

At the last word, all of them scrambled back to their desks and counters, the silence being filled with the buzzing of incomprehensible voices merging together as an almost singular sound.

For most of the hours, Mayuri went ahead making his rounds throughout the various labs, recollecting papers from low-ranking shinigami who had collected it by the bundle to return to him, and supervising the technicians to make sure that all was in order. There was a strange irony in that the higher the rank one achieved, the lesser the load of work became.

It was theoretically possible that with as much work the SDRI accumulated with each passing year, Mayuri could possibly not see the Captain for weeks at a time. If he so chose to see the captain, it was either by his own initiative or more plausible that he required the Captain to re-review forms and paperwork before he could deliver it to the Ninth Division.

As Mayuri was about to report to his captain, he stopped momentarily in the main corridor to look up at the portrait of previous Captain of the Division who had died some years earlier. Truthfully, Mayuri often felt embarrassed whenever he passed through the main corridor and was subjected to look upon the familiar face of the man and knew that others looked at it too. Albeit their appearances differed in years and maturity, the resemblance was definite. It was no surprise since he was the man's clone after all. He turned away, abashed, from the protrait: wondering why in blue hell would the Captain want to post up such an image. It was though she wanted to announce to the world that he was a copy of that man.

Speak of the devil, he thought as the Captain suddenly appeared, an entourage of shinigami behind her bustling with questions and inquisitions. Her green eyes focused on him and he nodded to her as it was his way of acknowledgement to another. The Captain was a woman who looked to be of some advanced age, yet she did not look too old to be considered a crone. If anything, compared to Mayuri, the Captain looked more like an older sister than a young mother.
Though, all things considering, biologically: she was his sister after all since the two of them were similar products of what experimentations with false souls and bodies could lead to, derived from the same research of and constructed by the same man.

She greeted him first, "Fukutaicho." The entourage of shinigami followed suit.

He nodded his head back in appropriate response. "Taicho." he greeted only to her.

The woman before him had raised him for as long as he could remember, had fed him and clothed him and cared for him. She was perhaps the only person he had a fondness for. However, he could never muster the will in him to call her by anything else but her title; even 'mother' was a name for her he would not dare touch.

She smiled a smile that was hardly noticeable. He held out the portfolio of papers for her to accept, that was after all his objective in the beginning and it was only by pure coincidence that he encountered her in the main corridor. She took the portfolio in her hands and thanked him verbally, also adding a slight bow and a forward tilt of her head. He did nothing to reciprocate the sentiment but scoffed a very slight, "Tsk!"
Captain, though she was; Mayuri always felt a sense of humbleness come off of her when she was with him. The idea of it did not disturb him at all and in fact he often relished the fact that she relinquished virtually all of the control of the SDRI and the Twelfth Division to him. It was often said among the ranks of lower shinigami that like the Eighth Division, the Twelfth Division was led by its lieutenant rather than its captain.

As she continued in her direction, he joined her at his usual place at her left. Silence was shared between them, the only words spoken was with the entourage of shinigami scientists and novices that the Captain had taken upon herself to introduce to and observe the division. Few of these scientists, he knew, had been with the SDRI since its formation and these were the few that both Captain and Lieutenant usually kept with them in the labs.

Work was usual, Reader, and more descriptions of the numerous experiments and monitoring the SDRI undertakes each hour of the day is hardly needed for an interesting story. Conversations were held while observing the labs. Comparisons were made between the current and the past. Arrangements, new and probable, were recorded for later days or years.

Having finished rounds around the lab and well late into the night, Mayuri began on his paperwork. His office was, by most standards, over exuberant for one of his rank. Protests were given when the Captain appointed the office to him, but her argument in her defence that it was essentially his and he should have free rein of it no matter what rank he held. He sat in front of the large blue screen of his computer, millions of characters running down the length of the monitor, his quick eyes caught all of them. Suddenly, there was the tell-tale sounds of echoing footsteps. The strides were much too even, were much too steady; he could easily guess who it was behind him approaching. He did not cease his typing, did not even look back at his Captain. But he did have the sense to greet her. "Good evening, Taicho."

There was the similar response from her, replaced with the title of his rank instead of hers.

The sound of footsteps did not stop at him, but continued to his desk at the far corner of the room which was usually reserved for the carbon paperwork. There was a clatter and the sound of water being poured. "Would you care for some tea? Mayuri-sama?"

He got up from his seat. Often, he had insisted that his captain should wait for him to at least achieve Bankai before addressing him with the suffix of -sama, but she nonetheless insisted on calling him that. It was perhaps one of the very very few instances that she would not go along with what he wanted. Why, he would ask. And she would answer; Because he was still her creator, no matter what incarnation he was born into. To further annoy her, he would point out the obvious fact that she too was a copy of the previous captain as he was. There would be no reply from her at that.

He carefully observed his captain as he chewed upon the piece of orange wagashi. She did indeed not look much older than him; her face was still evermore youthful and there was not yet a touch of grey to her hair. He remembered when he was much younger, her dark tresses would be bound together in a single braid that hung down her back; though now she twisted the braid up so that it was a thing kept out of the way and did not obscure the emblem of the Division on the white haori she wore.
He admitted that there was a distance between them. While he bore the face of their mutual creator and she was not yet an old crone, he felt there to be quite a gap, that she was literally his senior by more than a century. It was a very unequal standing to him.

His Captain's smile broke the trance and he set his tea cup down on the desk, she remained leaning across the wooden form. She commented almost quite innocently to him, "You look just like him."

He did not understand why, but the very statement made him falter. Of course he knew that he looked like the man, stranger still that it was only a few years ago that he found old photographs that showed that man when the SDRI had first formed. It was uncanny at how both of them had styled their hair and even painted the same mask of black across their eyes. He then wondered if his choice of fashion was from an innate sense or his captain's upbringing of him.
He rolled his eyes, "Tsk!" She reached her hand towards his face and stroked his cheek, the white paint upon his face did not run on her fingertips. He narrowed his eyes at her.

"You look just like him when he was younger, you know. I feel as though he is here again."

"Should I tear you to pieces when I get angry like he did?" Mayuri asked with a slight chuckle in his voice.

The Captain's expression did not change but appeared to grow softer. "When he did, he would always put me back together again. You're letting what others say influence your opinion on him again. It was not because he was cruel, they were surgeries for modifications. He... He performed them for almost everybody here. He was a captain that looked after his division well"

"He was also the only resident of the Maggot's Nest to have to be imprisoned in his own cell."

She closed her eyes briefly, "He was a man who many of us looked up to. People were frightened of him because they could not understand his genius."

Oddly enough, Mayuri was experiencing a strange jealousy for the late Captain.

The Captain realized this from their shared empathy. "You will be just as great as him."

But that was not why he was jealous. He had heard things from others about his 'father' and he had seen the proof of the man's sadistic natures from video recordings and hidden paperwork that the Captain confided in him only. There were living witnesses to how frightening the man had been and to what extents he had reached in the pursuit for knowledge, most of it being forbidden to mention at all and few had the stomach to recall and retell. He was filled with a sort of envy for the dead Captain who could still monopolize his Captain's thoughts and esteem more than he could. If anything, he heard from shinigami elders that though caution was still needed around him - the exact carbon copy of the previous Twelfth Division Captain - he was not so unstable as his creator.
Why was it that his Captain still… missed that man? Still spoke about him? Sometimes, he was not sure that it was him exactly that his Captain sometimes saw when they were at home; that when she spoke his name, it was not him she was thinking of then.

Mayuri fell to his knees before her and placed his head upon her lap, his face already being warmed by her. The golden cones of his ears were tucked between her leg. He sighed exasperatedly. The Captain smoothed the blue hair on his head gently. He rolled his head so that his face was buried in her legs. His lips brushed by the fabric of her shihakusho, mouth already watering from the warmth of the flesh radiating beneath.

He heard her gasp out loud and took small pride.
She moaned his name, "Mayuri-sama…"

The grip of his hands on her knees grew harder. "Why did you have me?" he asked passively, as though the answer would not matter much to him but it did in fact. Some days, he would hold it in to himself. But there were times when the words and thoughts would fill himself to such an extreme that he had to voice it out loud to the only witness to such event. Despite the shared empathy between him and the Captain and her comforts whenever he was troubled, it did not ease his frustrations as why he existed.
He knew the reason for himself: to continue the legacy of the creator. She knew that he knew. And yet it did not suffice it for him to accept only that reason as the basis of his life. Why should she choose to raise the copy of such a man from what he had read from previous reports and documents; and willingly at that? Why should she still idolize that man? Why should she wish upon him to be just like that man? The whole thing frustrated him and his ponderings upon the reason for his d'etre de raison plagued him whenever he faced silence and quietude.

As always, none of her answers ever satisfied him; one day it was for this reason, another day it was a different reason.

Today was no exception. His ears buzzed at the breath of her words.

"Because I loved him too much."

Oedipus complex is usually defined as a disorder where the son will regard his father as a rival for his mother's affections; that the son will also look upon his mother not as a parent but as a potential sexual/romantic interest. The son will always be competitive with his father for his mother, especially since he is well aware that his father sleeps with his mother.

So here, Mayuri is jealous of his 'father' because he views himself to be more stable than him and yet Nemu seemingly shows preference for his 'father', she still misses him and 'loves' him. Mayuri views his mother/sister as a potential interest and views his 'father' as a rival although he is dead because Nemu still thinks about him all the time. He is also very aware of the incestous rumours concerning Nemu and his 'father' and once more feels envious.
Note that at this point, this Mayuri and Nemu's relationship has not yet become sexual.

Mayuri isn't so cruel as his 'father'. Why? Because he understands himself to be more similar to Nemu than to the previous Mayuri. Because he is a false being like her, his countenance differs from the Mayuri we know. Essentially, it is still his character. He is ruthless and merciless and he likes fried pike and to read the Seireitei Communication in his spare time and to do experiments and dissect stuff. But he is different from Mayuri in that he is placed in a humbler mood because of his rank as lieutenant and that he did not have to go through the Maggot's Nest.

Plus while Mayuri at first had Kisuke to defend him as a shinigami then he had to rely upon only himself when Kisuke left the Soul Society, this Mayuri has Nemu to protect him. Plus... he's more child-like because he is a creation like Nemu and hasn't much experience in the world. For some strange reason, Mayuri has not given him his memories but has left this Mayuri as his own person to perceive things on his own without another's mind.

So while his habits are the same and his 'heart', he is not exactly the same as Mayuri.

So, what did you think?