The tank bubbled ferociously. Nemu sat by, placidly eyeing the figure inside. He twitched and glowed, the reiatsu-charged explosive coursing through his veins. Nemu focused solely on one thing. Watch him. Mayuri-sama's orders must be followed explicitly and directly.
"Watch the specimen closely". Mayuri-sama said. And because he had given these orders, no other statements or actions mattered. "Watch him." Something strange was occurring. The figure stopped twitching, and the size and density of the bubbles decreased until the face of the specimen was entirely visible.
"Watch him." Nemu watched as the glow in his skin began to recede, until his skin only pulsed a light green.
"Watch him." Nemu watched as he tilted his head back, his brown hair fanning out in the liquid. his eyelids slowly opened.
"Watch him." Nemu watched him as a his eyes shot into alert. A storm of bubbles escaped from his mouthpiece as he writhed back and forth in bewilderment and fear, the desperation in his eyes apparent as he frantically whirled head to absorb the situation.
"Watch him." Nemu watched as he tried to free himself from the vessel, only to discover the tubing attached to his body, anchoring him into place. He lifted his head, and another wave of bubbles came gushing from his mouthpiece as his silent scream echoed.
"Watch him." Nemu watched him as he turned his head in her direction. The subject flattened himself against the side of the tank, and pounded his fist against the glass. Small bubbles streamed from his eyes, tears that could not fall inside this prison.
"Watch him." Nemu watched him. Something shifted inside her. She saw no anger in his eyes. No fury. All she could see was despair.
"NEMU!" She turned with a start. There was Mayuri-sama, fuming. He strode toward her and dealt her a crushing blow. It was enough to lift her from her seat, and she crashed onto the floor below. Nemu lay on the floor, carefully calculating what she was to say to him when she rose. Mayuri's cursing as he fiddled with dials and the throbbing in her head was not easing this task. What went wrong? What exactly what he displeased about?
"Stand up, you useless girl". Nemu obeyed.
"I told you. I TOLD you to watch the specimen. Now tell me, Nemu. Why did you sit and do NOTHING while it began to show signs of coherent thought? These test subjects are not meant to be aware of their purpose and ESPECIALLY the full extent of their situation. Why did you allow this to happen?" Mayuri-sama spat. Nemu answered quickly. Much of the time, a swift answer would draw less of a reaction then a long and thorough explanation.
"I am sorry, Mayuri-Sama. I recall that you specifically said 'watch the specimen.'" Nemu stopped. Mayuri gave her his signature blank look, teeth showing, eyes eerily blank. She took this as a sign to continue. "Because you did not specify that I should alter the subject's mental and physical state in case of... odd occurrences, I assumed I should not act, only watch as you said." Nemu completed her case, hoping her answer would suffice.
"Nemu." Mayuri began.
"come closer." Nemu particularly disliked when Mayuri presented his rage in this manner. She could never tell when or where the blow was coming. Nemu stepped forward until she was less than a foot away from her captain. Mayuri stared at her for a full ten seconds. Then, in an impossibly swift and fluid movement, he lifted her from the floor by the throat, and cast her against the wall.
"I DID NOT CREATE YOU TO ASSUME!" Nemu heard Mayuri bark through a filter of pain. Her head swam.
"I created you to obey." Mayuri continued.
"You foolish, useless girl. And this resource is scarce! I cannot merely fetch test subjects on a limb. It will take me hours to rectify this specimen's memory."
"I understand, Mayuri-Sama. I apologize for my incompetence." Nemu said in monotone. It took an immense amount of energy to continue standing. At least three ribs were cracked by the impact.
"I am glad." Mayuri stated, satisfied by her answer.
"Now, call somebody to fix up that wall, perhaps a member of the fourth division. And for goodness sake, clean yourself up."
"Yes, Mayuri-sama." Nemu bowed deeply. A wave of pain shot through her as her broken bones shifted. She remained in her bowing position until Mayuri gave a curt nod, and left the laboratory. As soon as he left, she collapsed to the floor and gasped for air. She stood, and walking as erect as possible to minimize her pain, inched toward the examination table. This was not the first time she had been forced to heal herself.
Heya! This is my first fic. reviews are encouraged, and no flames por favor! I hope you guys enjoy this. Next chapter should be longer, this is sort of an introduction. this should go on for a few chapters, and will get sorta lemony later. :) in the meantime, thanks! I hope to update will come soon!