A Butterflies Wilted Wings
Created by: Sakura Otome
Typed by: Christica
PLOT: "Make the voices stop, Mother." When Szayel begins to hear voices in his head, he slowly begins to lose his mind. Here is the story of his journey through the stages of a Mental Disease…
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES OF SELF-MUTILATION, CANNABALISM AND LANGUAGE.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, but I wish I did… I am just a fan, that's all.
Word to The Readers: Please note… I like to think that the Grantz brothers (Szayel and Ilfort) have British accents. I also feel that Stark is a smexxy Costa Rican and so he has a Spanish accent.
I got the idea for this story from a video a friend of mine posted on his myspace. I call him Uryu. Thanks Uryu!! I want to thank Christica for listening to my ideas and putting them on the computer in the form of a story. Thanks Christica. (Your Welcome XP)
Note from the Typer: Hey! It's me, Christica. I just wanted to let you know something about the way I type up things. It's time to find out how I do: Normal Speech, Whispers and Thoughts. "Normal Speech is like this." "Whispering is like this." Thoughts are like this. Now that that's been covered… Please enjoy the story.
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BAM!! The explosion rang through the halls of the castle. Its origin was from the room of Szayel Aporro Grantz. The doors to the room burst open and smoke of multiple colors billowed out.
Cough! Cough! "Goddamn, blasted unstable chemicals!" A pink haired figured emerged from the rainbow smoke. Cough! Cough! "Bloody hell!"
"What's that awful smell?" Luppi walked down the hall with his sleeve-covered hand over his nose. "It smells like… A rotten Hollow carcass soaked in… Year old milk and… Sweat that's been carried around for a week in… One of Grimmjow's tabi socks. It's so not pretty."
Cough! "Shut your bloody fucking mouth you exceedingly annoying gay metro!" Cough! Cough! Cough! He began to hit the side of his head. "Bloody hell! My ears are STILL ringing."
"Uh! Stupid little bitch." Luppi slapped the air with his free hand. "I was considering helping you air out your room, but never mind. Hmph!" He stormed off past Szayel without another word.
Tuo em tel…
"Bloody hell?" Szayel tried cleaning out his ear with his finger and then shook his head. "I could have sworn I just heard something… No matter!"
He turned to the doors of his room after the smoke and smell had aired out. "I better get that god awful mess cleaned up. Hmm?" He looked down the hall. "I could have sworn I just heard someone say my name. Oh well." He rolled up his long white sleeves as he walked into his room.
(-,-)
After three and a half hours, Szayel emerged from his room once more. "There! The bloody place is spotless. Goddamnit!! Who the bloody hell keeps saying my name!?"
Yawn. "Oy, Szayel." Stark was standing outside of Szayel's room. Yawn. "What are you doing here?"
"What the bloody hell do you mean 'what am I doing here'? This is MY bloody room!"
"No. I mean, why are you still here? There's a meeting. Aren't you usually one of the first to arrive?"
"There's a meeting?"
"Si."
"Shit!" Szayel quickly ran down the hall towards the meeting room. "Wait… What the hell am I doing?" He slowed down to a walk and continued down the hall.
(-,-)
Yawn! "Heh. Senor Snooze-y Pants is late, as usual." Grimmjow folded his hands behind his head and plopped his feet up on the table.
Ulquiorra shook his head as he looked away from the blue-haired punk. "Get your feet off the table."
Growl. "Make me, you fucking emo."
"Hee hee hee. Stark's tardiness is normal, but what surprises me is Szayel." Nnoitora folded his arms on the table and glanced at Grimmjow before staring at Halibel.
Halibel noticed Nnoitora staring and just rolled her eyes and looked away.
"I think he was…cleaning his room." Aaroniero crossed his arms while he spook with first his low-pitched voice then his childish high-pitched one.
With his arms crossed, Zommari nodded his head.
"Hrmph! Fuck those guys, let's just start the meeting." Yammy slammed his fists on the table, as he grew more impatient.
"Calm down, big guy. Why don't you have some tea?" Gin cocked his head to the side.
Yawn. "Sorry I'm late." Stark rubbed the back of his head as he walked over to his chair. After sitting down, he folded his hands and laid his head on them. "Qué? Where's Szayel?"
"Hee! He's probably still cleaning his room." Nnoitora looked over at Stark.
"No. He should have already gotten here. He came out of his room on my way here and then ran this way."
At that moment, Szayel walked into the meeting room and immediately went to his seat.
"Hey, Pinky! What took ya so long?" Grimmjow flopped his feet onto the floor and glanced down the table at Szayel.
"You seem to be a bit shaken up…"
"Hee hee! Halibel speaks! Why don't you say my name, gorgeous?"
Halibel glanced at Nnoitora and rolled her eyes once again.
"Get off my bloody case." Szayel adjusted his glasses and brushed his hair into place with his hand. Afterwards, he crossed his legs and folded his arms.
"Well, my Espada, shall we get this meeting started?" Aizen grinned and then began to discuss the purpose of the meeting.
Uoy etah lla yeht.
Ethyay atnway uoyay otay ieday.
Szayel shook his head and looked back up at Aizen.
Flesrouy llik tsuj uoy tnod yhw? Eid ot deen uoy. Eid! Eid.
SzAyEl ApOrRo GrAnTz… WhY wOn'T yOu LiStEn To Us?
Eway ownknay atswhay estbay orfay ouyay.
Shut up…
Eid ot evah uoy…
Shut up.
Ieday… Ieday… Uoyay avehay otay ieday.
Go KiLl YoUrSeLf.
Shut up!
Ti od!
Oday itway!
Do It!
"Shut up!!" Szayel slammed his hands to his head and stood up abruptly, causing his chair to slam to the floor. This action of his caused everyone to stop what they were doing and stare at him.
"Is there a problem, Szayel?" Aizen cocked an eyebrow as he stared at him.
Huh? "Of course not, Sir." Szayel carefully picked up his chair and sat back down. What's going on…?
(-,-)
After the meeting, some of the espada were sitting down on the oversized couch that was in the castle.
Yawn. "I wonder what was up with Szayel's outburst during the meeting." Stark tried to give his self more room on the couch but ended up being pushed off by Grimmjow.
"Fuck Pinky, man." Grimmjow propped his feet up on where Stark had just been sitting.
Nnoitora grinned as he crossed his legs. "I'll tell you what's wrong… He was tired of listen to Aizen talk about useless shit."
Ulqiorra shook his head as he listened. "That's beside the point. He should have controlled himself."
"What ever!" Grimmjow stood up and stretched before he began to walk away."
"Where are you going, Grimmjow?" Stark pulled himself up onto the couch and lay down.
"It ain't nothing but a sausage-fest in here. I'm going to my room."
"Hee hee. I agree with ya." Nnoitora stood up and walked out of the room.
Yawn. "I wonder how Szayel is doing…" Stark dozed off immediately after saying this.
(-,-)
Bam! Crash! Boom! Smash! Szayel flailed around in his room with his hands on his head. "Shut up! Shut the bloody fucking hell up!!" He backed into a table, knocking it over and causing the medical tools on it to be spread across the floor. "Leave me alone!!"
Flesruoy llik uoy litnu ton. Enola uoy evael ton lliw ew. Leyazs, on.
Ustjay oday itway. Itway ouldntway ebay ahttay ardhay.
Do It AnD iT wIlL bE oVeR qUiCkLy.
"Shut up!" Szayel slammed his back against the wall. "Bloody hell… How do I make these voices stop!?" He quickly flipped around and slammed his forehead against the wall as hard as he could.
When he pulled his head back, there was a red spot on the wall. Blood was trickling down his face and he seemed to have a more timid expression. "Mother…" His voice was also much more timid, like that of a little innocent child. "Make the voices stop, Mother."
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So… That's it for chapter one. Hope you liked it as much as I liked thinking it up. (And I liked typing it! Typing it sure was fun! :D) Yup! Stay tuned for chapter two. (That's when the fun, psycho stuff starts. Hehehe.)
