Title: Dead Man Standing
Word count: 226
Date: 09/05/09 ~ Ages ago, I know, but I forgot about it.
Summary: She watched as the manic light dimmed from his eyes.
Characters: Nemu, Szayel, Mayuri
Pairings: Not really a Nemu/Szayel, and it was never intended to be, but now that this is up and written the pairing looks quite promising.
Spoilers: Arrancar vs. Shinigami arc - season ten
Disclaimer: Bleach doesn't belong to me. Unfortunately.
Author's note: This piece is pretty depressing really...I just wrote it because I was pretty upset that awesome Szayel died. Because he's awesome. (And Mayuri is creepy...)
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"You had already lost to me the instant you uttered that crazy word, 'perfection'. This is, of course, assuming that you were a scientist." –Bleach 306, pg 6
Nemu said nothing as she watched form her uncomfortable, dishevelled position on the ground. She was not looking at her father. She was watching Szayel, watching as her father's taunting words slowly registered in his brain, and the manic light dimmed from his eyes.
How long would it be until the last 'ist' caught up to him? And how long, until he saw the blade pierce his skin? And how much longer, still, until the pain caught up? Szayel Aporro Granz was a dead man standing.
Nemu had seen the confusion, shock, and gradual terror appear on the Espada's face. She knew her father was undeniably cruel; it was his style. And she was not inclined to challenge neither his ideals nor values.
She was his daughter, and he was her captain. His will was her will. The Octava Espada was of no concern to him, nor should he be to her. Yet she still mused on the incapacitated enemy.
She knew what he was thinking; she could see it in his desperate golden eyes.
Hurry up and kill me hurry up and kill me hurry up...
And she couldn't help but think that it seemed such a pointless way to die.
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I guess this piece could be a N/S, if you looked at it that way. Thanks for reading.