Kurotsuchi Mayuri could be a man of many things. The very sun could never wait as long as he. The very stars above would fall before he gave up on his goals. His patience knows no bounds.

And yet...he choked on the urge to strangle one Ichimaru Gin until the smile froze forever.

"What does this do?"

Kurotsuchi froze, hands above his keyboard. Praying that it would not be something vital to his beloved work, he turned.

Gin held a miniscule vial in his paw, erm, hand.

The label-written in Kurotsuchi's native English-read "Gin-be-Gone". The purpose of the potion seemed apparent, but memory failed him.

"It's a po-" Kurotsuchi's mind illuminated with bright possibilities. "It's a birthday present for you. Your lieutenant commissioned it."

'That would be a start, but I need a-oh yes!'

"Why don't you find out what it does?"

'There, I may finish in peace.'

Gin's grin widened. Eyelids fluttered. His paw tightened. Something wicked spun in his thoughts.

Sweat formed above pale brows. Whatever deeds-malformed, injust,cruel-deemed worthy by this madman would forever go unpunished. That, could only be classified as the way of the world around Ichimaru Gin.

No one asked, those affected never told.

"I think I will..."

The tones of this will change as the story progresses and will switch, even within the chapters. Ja!