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Hi, so this is a drabble list with a word from each letter of the alphabet. If you have a word, please leave it in a review or send it in a PM and I would be happy to make a drabble out of it.

26 words, 5 sentences for each. All MayurixNemu-centric.

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Addle
He struck her then he held her. Only to push her into a wall, a distinctive crack echoing as she collided in the force of it. Mayuri approached her, then backed away from her. She dragged her broken self back up, the smallest smile budding on her swollen and split lips. He knocked her down again, muttering furiously to himself like a mad man possessed. It confused him as to why and how she could come back to him after what he did.

Ball-breaker
Despite what he told her repeatedly, he was inwardly proud of her when he watched her perform hakudo. She more than made up often with her blows and sweeping kicks across the face and chest. The 11th division was no match for his brilliance and her. She lifted 5 seated officers above her head with an arm and slammed them into the pavement. Her heel dug into their stomachs as she leaped over them, he laughed as they crawled away crying.

Cloth-eared
His hands rested directly over her core. His chin rested on her shoulder as his voice buzzed in her ear. She remembered that he was telling her that what he was about to say next was the most important steps and it could ruin the whole experiment if she did not pay attention. His knee pushed on the back of her thigh. How could she pay attention with him standing so close to her?

Desk
On his birthday, he was presented with a few surprises. The first was a new specimen from the real world embalmed in a jar for him to have his fun. The second was a few boxes of various assorted cakes, most from his closest and most dependable scientists. The third was his lieutenant lounging in his chair wearing a noticeable pair of black fishnet stocking and garters. A desk, he found, often proved to be just as comfortable as a bed.

Eternity
She looked up at him from dizzy vision as she laid frozen on the floor. Her arm ached as he pulled her up to eye-level. He promised her that he would be around forever. Most would find it a fearful idea to hear Kurotsuchi Mayuri say this as he held a ready sword in his grip, pointed at a throat. Nemu, on the other hand, found it to be comforting.

Father
His dislike for Yachiru wasn't the only reason why he kept her away from his labs, division, and daughter. It was the influence that she had upon Nemu and the company that she usually brought with her. She looked too happy, fulfilled, as she followed after Yachiru with the kite-tails waving in her hand. The kite flew up and Nemu ran alongside the little pink-haired girl. Despite the touching scene, Mayuri didn't want to be a father again just yet.

Gratuitous
Nothing had really happened to be honest. It was a rather good day in retrospect and everything was going well. But when she came to him, all awash in the light as he sat in the dark of his office, he felt the need to break her to pieces, to see the blood drip down that white skin of hers. Mayuri did as he liked: tearing her asunder, hearing her scream, and pinning her like some sort of macabre butterfly. Afterwards, he didn't know why it should feel so bad to hurt her when he wanted to.

Horror Story
The subject of most horror stories around the 4th division, to warn and explain why they prohibit wandering at night and why they often had to lock the doors: Kurotsuchi Mayuri and his loyal lieutenant. Nemu had once or twice laughed to herself at the stories that circulated at night amongst the patients, Mayuri himself both encouraged it and loathed it for it hindered his chances to sneak into the building and administer his experimental drugs. Halloween or stormy nights were often the worst for the staff who worked there and cleaned. Imagine the terror for the custodian party who had to clean up 15 soiled beds after Yachiru had convinced Mayuri and Nemu to come in costume for the climax of the ghost-story hour one rainy night. Afterwards, they had both relished in the memory and jotted it down to someday look back on it.

Invite
Poor Ikkaku had tried all day to sneak into the 12th division to ask Nemu to the party the Soutaicho was hosting that night for the autumn festival, but all attempts were blocked by the security systems of the labs she worked in and her father who simply despised him. Though he thought his luck was turning around when he saw Nemu at the party, pouring herself some drinks; he took that as his opportunity to maybe talk to her for a bit, convince her to dance or hang out with him. Just then, Kurotsuchi Mayuri came from nowhere and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. Ikkaku was speechless until, with a large Cheshire grin, Mayuri explained to the jilted suiter, "Poor Nemu was waiting all day for someone to ask her to this; but when it seemed that nobody would, I thought I would be generous and ask her out to this myself." To him, seeing Mayuri dancing with her was bad enough; worse was that every time he spun her around, he would stick his tongue out to him from across the room.

Jealousy
He had no fears of her betraying him. Even an action towards that though would result in her self-destruction. What he had never thought about was the possibility that someone would want her, not fear him or care about what he said, and try to take her away. Worse was that he hadn't had counted on her even thinking of someone else. Since the battle with the Quincy, he's realized that anyone could charm her away from him.

Knit
It was an idea that Hinamori had inspired her to do. And it proved to be more difficult that she would've suspected, the effort in trying to keep it straight and loose so that it would be soft and flexible to wear. His birthday was coming up and she was unsure what to give him, everybody usually gave him the same things every year but she wanted it to be different - you only get to be 200 once, after all. Honestly, she had been utterly embarrassed about it(so she decided to give him her gift when they were alone away from other people) and she had been even more surprised when he looked at the scarf and said that it was a practical gift. They both turned red as he let her wrap the violet scarf she made for him around his neck.

Loyalty
Mayuri was absolutely livid. Humiliation was like a sin to him. She knew it was her fault and she, receiving a beating beforehand, apologized profusely. He threw a knife at her(which she caught most efficiently) and she could only fearfully stare at the sheen of it, how it shined. As soon as he ordered it, she plunged the knife into her gut.

Mask
She loved him, loved him even more without his mask. Nemu loved to feel his skin beneath her face as their noses touched, their cheeks brushed, their lips against each other's. One afternoon they were alone outside and he had taken off his mask to relax his facial muscles; he had pulled her into his lap and kissed her senselessly, obviously he was tired that day. As she held his face in her hands, she thought of how much she loved to see it uncovered and un-obscured, to see him smile like he was then. Not too long after, he got rid of the hat and mask, opting for simply the face paint on bare skin and the head gear that protected his ears.

Need
She stayed by his bedside as the fever overtook him. Nemu placed the cool towel on his brow and massaged his arms, gently rubbing his hand. Though he yelled and cursed at her until his throat was sore, he still kept a gentle hold on her hand. She bowed her head low to him and told him that he should rest so that he could get better as soon as possible, she missed him. When it was too much, he let go and allowed himself to drift to sleep, her face being the last thing he saw. Mayuri wondered why couldn't she have come into his life centuries earlier.

Obsession
The book that she was currently absorbed in had been the first item she ever bought with her own money as a shinigami and it was perhaps the catalyst to her having friends. Though it was indeed precious to her and held much sentimental value, she was still often times embarrassed when caught with it in her hands. A few weeks later, she had made the mistake of carelessly leaving it out in the open on her bed and she later saw her captain wave it around in his hand as he sat in his chair, "So, you read hentai in your spare time, Nemu?" Not being able to explain the appeal of it for herself, she was speechless; he, on the other hand, had an amused smile on his face that was growing by the second. Mayuri gestured for her to come closer, his look utterly lascivious, "Nemu. Why read hentai when you can experience it first hand?"

Passion
The heat of it always swept them up, more him than her. The most that she could will herself to do was to hold him as close to her as possible, chanting his name like a mantra as he pounded into her. The bed creaked as its headboard knocked into the wall. Nemu held his golden gaze as long as she could before he shuddered and dove into the crook of her neck. He growled, kissing her throat; that if she ever left him for another, he would kill her then himself.

Quarter
Nemu believed in wishes and miracles; thus when a well was suddenly erected, she had been among the first there to throw in a coin and make a wish. Too much like a coincidence, Mayuri suddenly came from behind her and asked what it was she was doing; then without warning, Yachiru appeared right between the two and explained that it was a wishing well and all that someone needed to do was throw a quarter in and make a wish. There was some pause as he looked down the well, then he fished out of his sleeves a quarter and threw it into the well. He turned to Yachiru and asked if she felt like she was in any sort of pain at all; she responded that she felt just fine, perhaps a little bit bored. Mayuri scoffed as he looked down into the well, "This is stupid, Nemu. It doesn't even work."

Recognize
The Calendar that the Shinigami Women's Association had caused his face to turn red after briefly skimming through some of its pages. Still, he had to admit that despite some of the pictures showed more skin that he would've approved for something so public, it was rather tasteful. His favourite had Nemu wearing a violet kimono as she was sprawled across dandelions. Then there was something familiar about the picture and others that he could not put his finger on, like it was something he had seen before. After careful studying of some of the pictures his daughter had posed in, he finally realized why so many men had been visiting the Kukichi manor lately.

Stem
It had started as a joke and soon spread to other divisions for the rest of the day: supposedly, if someone could tie a knot in a cherry stem, it proved that he or she was more than a capable kisser. Mayuri scoffed at it, saying that it was nonsense on someone's kissing abilities. She agreed with him and was about to give away the rest of the cherries that had been given to her from the meeting when he, without warning, kissed her heartedly. After a few moments, their lips parted and she felt something in her mouth that surely wasn't there before. It was a cherry stem with two consecutive knots tied in it.

Tequila
The sunlight poured through and the air smelled fresh. Nemu nuzzled into his chest, her arms around his neck and hands in his hair. He was just becoming aware that his arms were around her in a very compromising position(not that he really cared) and his head was spinning. Despite the way her lips touched the base of his neck and sent most of his blood pooling south, he paled when he realized just where they were. For once, Mayuri felt that it was probably best to not get curious and ask why he and Nemu were up in a tree, wearing nothing but their knickers.

Understand
Nemu couldn't help but clench her fists or break something when she heard somebody speaking badly of her captain. They thought they knew him only by his temper, by when he was angry. That was just the half of it. He was a man who swore to protect as all other shinigami, he simply did it differently. If only they could see him they way she did.

Valentines
The Shinigami Women's Association had come up with an idea to take money from both sexes: valentine hearts for women to give, chocolate for all, and a raffle drawing amongst the men. When he walked out that day, he already saw a few men with more than a few hearts pinned to their arm and women who were chasing after their crushes to give away their hearts. However, when he got to his labs, he had saw that his lieutenant was without heart(though he distinctly remembered seeing her write her name on one a night earlier). It was not hard to say that Kurotsuchi Mayuri was a little miffed at seeing that his lieutenant had already given her heart away so early in the day and he swore that he would personally visit the unlucky shinigami who even dared to strut about with Nemu's heart on his sleeve. Little did Mayuri know that she had already pinned her heart on the back of his white haori when he wasn't looking.

Wagashi
Nemu had learned from Nanao how to make wagashi and she thought it would be something nice to do for Mayuri. Unexpectedly, he had walked in on her in the kitchen as she was finishing up, yet still covered in flour all over. He cautiously eyed the plate of wagashi, that she had prepared and held in her hands, and popped the little flower shaped cake into his mouth. She nervously waited for his judgement on the little pink pastry. After some chewing, he complimented, "Needs improvement."

X-rated
They had been interrupted the earlier night when a call suddenly came in and they had to delay what was bound to happen to discuss paperwork and experiments. It was well into the wee hours of the morning that they had called it quits and decided to get some sleep at least before they had to go back to work in a few hours. She was such a pretty sight asleep, sprawled eagle spread on the bed, clad only in his shirt and nothing else. Tempted, he went to his desk and got out his Polaroid. Definitely not safe for work, but what did he care about what they thought about him?

Youth
He knows that he's not young anymore; he's older and looks the part. They'll question him about subjects that he's already been questioned about before countless times. Mayuri is often asked if he was there when such and such occurred and his response will be that he isn't that old. Nothing makes him feel worse than constantly being asked with topics that are affiliated with age and history(he prefers the new). Except sometimes when he sees Nemu turn away from the men who look closer in age to her and choose to stay with him instead; on those occasions, he feels that youth is perhaps a stupid age, experience is often times better.

Zipper
He did not approve of the dress, scolding that he did not design her to be a show for men; he was flabbergasted to see her wear it in public. Nemu told him it was a gift from the one called Rangiku and she thought that she should wear it at least once to make her happy. Suddenly as she bent over to adjust the strap of her shoe, she heard the distinctive zzzziiippp and her back felt cooler; she snapped up immediately and tried to do up the zipper. Not being able to properly reach, there was an exasperated sigh from him and he told her that she looked a lot dumber than he thought she was if she couldn't even do up a zipper as his hands already held the top of the zipper together and pulled upwards. She wasn't sure if he could feel how she trembled when his fingertips touched her.

Wow, some are just crap, some are good. You can really tell which ones I wrote first and which I sort of struggled with.

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