Chapter One
The Quiency War
The intoxication smell of blood filled Mayuri's nose as he looked upon his first victim. The elderly man looked half dead upon the table. Blood caked to his face made him look as though he had undergone enormous pain for a long time. Reaching for his chart, Mayuri flipped though the patient's history.
"There has to be better patients than these," Mayuri hissed.
"What do you mean Captain Mayuri?" enquired a half scared voice.
"How many times must I say that it is Captain Kurotsuchi!" Mayuri spat at the voice, his anger boiling to a hot crisp.
"Yes Captain," the voice continued.
"Look at this experiments condition. Couldn't you have gotten me a better test subject, whatever you name is." Mayuri replied annoyed. "And to think that the Shinigami Research Institute wanted a full report on this subject when all they give me is half wasted experiments."
"Bu- but Captain Kurotsuchi our last president and former Captain Kisuke Urahara liked to waste the subjects of study," the man stated in almost a whisper.
"And that might be the reason the former captain was sentenced into exile, and leaving not a shred of information for me," Mayuri grumbled. "I guess I'll need to capture these experiments myself from now on."
Mayuri then made an incision upon the old mans dilated eye. The man screamed out in pain while Mayuri took a new tool and plunged it also in the eye. "The only way to have fun with a research subject is to have it in peek condition only to cut them up later," Mayuri smiled. "My, my, what do we have here?"
"No," gagged the old man in a whisper.
Mayuri pulled at his tool slowly taking out an object, enjoying the pain he was causing the bag of bones. It almost made his gender hard, but he pushed the feeling back into his cage, and instead gave the man a ruthless smile. As the object slid out of the punctured eye, Mayuri quickly placed it upon the stone tray beside him. Grabbing his ink brush with his left hand, he grabbed for a piece of parchment to scribble upon. Looking upon the bloody sheet of paper, he looked for a safe spot to place his hand. Seeing many scribbled, he growled angrily and pushed the parchment aside. Leaving the table, he went to the back of the room. With brush still in hand, he grabbed a blank piece of paper and scribbled down his new findings.
"You must obsess on the subject of study until you are fully finished with it you know," he spoke into the darkness not caring if the squad member heard. "Unlike that fool of a former captain."
Placing the parchment aside, he walked slowly over to the sink and placed his hands under the cool water. Applying soap, he then rinsed them. After drying them, he grabbed his brush and went to the pile of parchment. Then writing in a non scribbling manner:
To the Shinigami Research Institute Court and first
President. Upon my late research subjects, I have
Noted that I cannot complete research with the subjects
Conditions, therefore I shall need more funding in
Order to resume my finding. Also, I'm expecting heavy
Strains upon any of the gates on one of the subjects
Was a tracking devise of sorts. Therefore the gates
All need more guards and reinforcements.
President
Mayuri Kurotsuchi
"You, take this to the first president of the Shinigami Research Institute Court and also inform Captain Shigenluini Yamamuto-Genryu-sai that he needs to dispatch squads 11, 13 and 4 equally among the gates for a possible attack, and squad 12 for backup if needed," Mayuri ordered.
"But why squad 4 Captain Kurotsuchi?" the squad member asked.
"Are you that dull witted?" Mayuri asked and after a silence, he sighed, "To treat those who have fallen on the front lines. They are the medical squad aren't they?"
"Yes Captain Kurotsuchi. Forgive me," with the last words, the young member took the folded note and fled.
Mayuri returned to his tools chuckling to himself, "My, my, you thought you had us fooled, Quiency. If only you had heard of me before, you might have gotten away with the small attack of yours. How many Quincy's I wonder will show themselves."
The man only pursed his lips as though to spit, but Mayuri only witnessed the painful wheeze that issued. He laughed even more and continued, "Now we must get you back to your cell so you can be enough for tomorrow. Then we can start the drug experiments. You'll love those. Then maybe I'll grind you up afterward if you prove no use to me."
The old man gave a moan as Mayuri picked the almost corpse up and towards a dark dank cell. After Mayuri locked the cage door, he then reached into a cabinet and threw some dirty rags toward the frail naked form and left.
Giving a tired sigh, he walked down the hallway and toward the courtroom. The bright lights hurt his eyes, but he continued noticing that the young recruits that had probably heard from other squad members the horrific tales about him, trembled before him. Some that stood in his way even moved to the other side of the bright hallway.
Finally reaching the right room, he entered expecting to see nine full chairs filled with many sorts of people, but what greeted him was one man. His white coat and long thin beard made him instantly recognizable. With a look of intimidating surprise, Mayuri asked, "My, my Captain Shigekumi Yamamoto-Genryusai, what brings your attention to this place?"
"You believe that there might be an attack on the Seireitei?" The Captain asked looking almost in disgust at Mayuri's outfit.
"I found a tracking devise upon the half dead Quiency and I believe that they will attack in only a matter of time," Mayuri answered noticing the Captain's old eyes roaming over his outfit.
"The Quiency are few in number. They should be no threat to us." Captain Shigekumi Yamamuto-Genryu-sai confirmed with his own mind as many elders usually do.
"I would personally see to their demise, but first I would like to research them to improve both our defense and attack against them." Mayuri started.
"Are you not going to join your squad, for this fight, if there is one," the old Captain asked.
"I am in the middle of a research experiment. I am fine with squad 12's competence for them to fight on there own." Mayuri answered.
The Captain slowly nodded and then taking out his richly carved walking stick, slowly left leaving Mayuri alone in the empty room. Watching the old man leave, Mayuri softly began to worry. Even though he had been in the Seireitei for more than 90 years, which had only aged him 5 years, as it would seem, he had known the squad 1 captain for a long time. And he had noted that the old man wouldn't last much longer and he would soon return to the realm of the living.
Touching the golden cone upon his chin, he sighed lightly wondering why he was worrying in the first place. He didn't care for people or things; just what subject they had for study.
Looking at the clear floor, he could see his image upon it. His white crescent like hat and the two golden cones that covered his damaged ears. The white colored cloth that clung to his head and the black mask that made his yellow eyes and white nose stand out clashing with his bright teeth. Then the golden cone hooked to his chin. His Zanpakuto touched the floor as he held his chalk like hands out before him. The long fingernail upon his right hand seemed strange and alien to him but it had been there for a long time. But just to think that he had been different when he had first met the old man.
Flexing his hands a couple of times, he broke from his memory and life back in Soul Society and back to the present. His yellow eyes quickly scanned the room before he left. He needed to go see someone.
It took only an instant for Kenpachi Zaraki to hear the soft steps of the twelfth squad captain stop before his door. The pink haired girl that sat beside him also seemed to notice the immense and awkward spiritual pressure that only came from one man, and she shivered slightly.
As the door slowly slid open, Kenpachi asked, "And to what horrific incident does your appearance need at my door, Mayuri?"
"I just wanted to tell you that you need to save the victims bodies meaning minor cuts and bruises, organs still in tact, that sort of thing." The man or more of an empty shell asked not bothering to become angry at the rude arrogance of the thick captain.
"And what if I don't?" Kenpachi growled.
"You'll have to face punishment of both Captain Shigekumi Yamamoto-Genryusai for disobeying direct orders from me, and deal with the Shinigami Research Institute for not providing significant research subjects," Mayuri smiled.
Kenpachi gave a scowl as a response and grunted, "Your only the captain of squad twelve because Kisuke was exiled. If not for that you'd be nothing."
"My, my, off on the wrong foot already?" Mayuri's smile widened as though picking for a fight.
Kenpachi flexed his fingers around his hilt in thought. If he were to drew his Zanpakuto, he would surly be defeated against an opponent who he hadn't studied, and then he himself would be sentenced to death. Giving a small smile, he replied, "I will attempt to save them from major cuts, but I can't promise you anything."
The croissant hat tilted and the always seeming grin suddenly turned into a frown and the voce of which it carried sent chills down Kenpachi's back. "You'd better have them in good condition."
Then without another ounce of emotion, the yellow eyed man left. Sighing, Kenpachi glanced at his lieutenant whose eyes were large with fear. "Yah, yah, I know. He's a creep," he said.
"You've got that right!" The pink haired little girl giggled.
Mayuri shook his head as he left Kenpachi's sight. He was slightly disappointed that the big man hadn't raised his Zanpakuto to him. Then he would be gone! But it wasn't meant to be. All these people had irritated him, Kenpachi being the second most who drove him almost insane.
Soon he re-entered his office and quickly walked over to his massive pile of books. He had been studying for many months on Mihiga Techniques trying to make himself a fierce lieutenant since he was presently the only captain to have no lieutenant. Even though he was one of the newest captains to the court guard, he rejected all of the open slots of lieutenant class; them not exceeding his aspects.
Flipping through the pages, he wrote some notes upon the side, and continued to read.
It seemed forever, but suddenly he came to a paragraph of which he read out loud to himself, as though absorbing the information into his lustful passion. "Using the Mihiga Technique along side the Guion Technique upon a dead subject, you may take up the subject of matter as yours. A soul occupied body with which can be used as a potent shield and other things of interest mirroring the creator."
A smile spread across his face as he read the last sentence almost in a moan. His mind began to fantasize about hi soon to be lieutenant. "My, my, I can see it now," he snickered to himself lightly, "It will be a female, long hair, pleasant breasts. She will be my mirror. Also no weapon, she will be strong, but also gentle, yes. She will appear almost lifeless, no character, only to answer my ever command without disobedience. What shall be her name?" Mayuri then stopped briefly. "Nemu, perfectly acceptable I would think."
Grabbing his notes, he began to leave. He must go to the Living Realm to find a subject to kill, secretly of course, or if he could a fresh corpse so he could drag back to Soul Society. Meanwhile the court would be too enveloped in their little Quincy War to know that one court captain was missing, and after his success he would announce her as his daughter therefore making it legitimate.
"What a splendid plan!" Mayuri laughed out loud to himself.
It seemed such a long time ago since he had been in the living. It was as if he had forgotten who he had been in his past life. He couldn't help but to frown as he thought of who he had been. A mere mortal which died by loss of blood. It had been a rare disease of which people love to surgically cut upon everything and anything including themselves for pleasure or interest.
Opening his closed eyes, he began to walk down the dark sidewalk surprised at all of the new arrangements that the world of the living had done. It amused him, but only for a while until he reached the cities morgue.
"At least this still hasn't changed," he commented toward the black building that had been his last resting place before entering Soul Society.
Pushing his thoughts aside, he quietly snuck into the building. To his meek surprise, the building had changed only in the slightest while everything else seemed to be the same, however; the receptionist was now an old woman which before had been a young beautiful young woman with much promise. It puzzled him on how the two worlds differed from each other in time. But then there was also the Hue-co Mundo which he tried to never go in. And lastly there was hell itself.
Shuddering slightly, he passed the old woman who continued to look passed his barrier. He almost laughed at the stupidity of humans of which he was no more. And yet he wasn't a soul exactly either there had been one other captain who was along the line of his reconstruction.
His footsteps blended well with the silence and the soft ticks of a nearby clock as he walked slowly down the hallway peering into every door for freshly dead bodies.
He slowly crept passed doors until a shudder ran through his spine. Looking at the golden doorknob before him he stopped. He hadn't seen this door in ages. It had been the last thing he had seen when his spirit had been released from his body. The aged wood had never left his mind completely and he had questioned himself why. This had been the room of which his body had lain before the funeral, and no one had come. His parent didn't even show up and he had died at a young age as well.
Rolling his fingers into a fist, he reached out to open the door trying to forget his haunting past. Entering the cool dark room, he quickly spotted several heaps of covered corpses. Letting his almost spotless camouflage flake off, he pulled the first victims sheet aside and peered at the naked body.
The body had been a male for his thick manhood held presently from the mass of hair surrounding it. Sighing, he covered the corpse back up and moved to the next clump of flesh.
This one was clearly a woman as Mayuri glanced at her beautiful face, he bent forward and touched the girls cheek with almost passion though his eyes were filled with lust. The woman's black hair hung madly around her, her face was pale while the lips still red. Lifting the sheet in his lust, he stopped short of getting atop her. Seeing her complete body, he was shocked.
"You had been murdered," he whispered. "I cannot have you looking like that."
The woman's leg had been practically torn off by what seemed as though a beasts work. Her stomach had many bite marks, which rejected her magnificent body. And yet still he could not stop himself from mounting her. His throbbing manhood nearly gave him a headache as he pushed his pants down. Lightly stroking it, he nearly collapsed in a delightful agony, but before his mind was completely over the edge of reasoning, he ripped into her cold flesh.
Arching his back he released a soft moan of sickly pleasure only wishing that she could scream out for him. Digging his long nail into her arm, he clawed at her, he humped her heavily making her well sized breasts bounce and the bed beneath them quietly squeaked. His head was light when with one last thrust, he released himself inside her.
Taking out his now spent dick from her, he quietly escaped the pleasurable flesh and replaced the sheet. Placing his pleasure into his pants, he continued his search.
Wiping a droplet of sweat from his face, he lifted the next thin sheet. Glancing at the skin, he couldn't tell if this had been either a man or a woman for the burnt flesh had consumed most everything. Grumbling he continued on.
He had been through several bodies, and now he was down to the last three. And the more he inched towards the end of the room the more he felt as though he was to vomit. Attempting to know why, he crept forward to the next victim. Flipping the sheet off, he looked at the body. This was an old man, nothing he could use.
Grimacing, he continued to the right corner of the room. He bent forward and opened his mouth expecting to hurl, however nothing came forth. Quickly standing again, he flipped the blanket and saw before him a little girl. He frowned once again and left the sheet upon the floor, not having enough energy to place it carefully back.
Turning, he suddenly realized why his body wanted to release their content. The bed in front of him had been where he had lain. Approaching the bed, and with trembling hands ripped the sheet off. As he did so, he fell upon the ground and vomited. Standing he looked down upon the bed.
It was a young woman with black braided hair, skinny and pleasant breasts. Almost pretty. "This will have to do," Mayuri whispered.
Picking her up with ease, he flipped her upon his shoulder and turned to leave. Stepping over his vomit, he walked passed the beds of slowly rotting flesh and out the door.
Retsu Unohana stood quietly as though listening to the wind for a sign of war. However, her mind was far from the war in a way. She had received orders from Shigekumi Yamamoto-Genryusai to report to the gates in case of the war. Later in the afternoon a member of squad 12 was discussing the latest captains method of defense and attack.
She had paused then rather muse in Captain Mayuri's method of fighting and defensive actions, however it bothered her that he himself was not upon the battlefront. His squad was here, yes, but he himself was not present. Frowning slightly, she looked down from the sky. Her thoughts had been interrupted.
Before her was her lieutenant Isane Kotetsu in her presentable stance. "It has begun hasn't it?" Retsu asked.
The white haired woman nodded in return, "The Quincy are few in number, I highly doubt that they will reach far into the 11th division captain."
"Nevertheless, prepare for the worst. The Quincy haven't been studied until Captain Mayuri came along, therefore they may be unpredictable." Retsu replied with a warming smile.
"Yes captain," Isane said getting up from her kneeling stance and asked, "I don't see how the 12th squad division captain can be absent from war. He doesn't even have a lieutenant to fill his position out there. Their like sitting ducks."
"It isn't for you to judge a captain. Yes, his methods seem interesting, but if one is to win a battle, there should always be an ace in the hole." Retsu suggested.
"Yes, think he's going to show?" Isane asked surprise hinting her voice.
"Yes," Retsu nodded.
It was then that Isane realized the smile upon her captain's face. In return she smiled and inquired, "Are you fond of Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi?"
"Heaven's no!" Retsu blurted out, her smile fading, "He's too strange for me. I mean do you see how he dresses!"
"It makes you wonder if that's what he always looks like," Isane remarked watching her captain carefully.
Retsu's face betrayed her words as she angrily spat, "You are too bold if you think that I have feelings for such a thing."
Isane smiled as she watched her captain quickly look away with a huff. But her smile disappeared as a badly wounded squad 11 member nearly crawled his way around the corner. "They're failing so soon?" she questioned herself.
"This is bad," her captain replied. "Go tell squad 12 to get ready if they lose more members."
"Yes Captain." Isane answered ad quickly left.
"If Kenpachi falls, I will be the only captain left here. I was afraid of this. The enemy might be stronger than expected." Retsu whispered to herself as four more crawled or was dragged by others toward her rushing troops.