Disclaimer: All characters appearing in Bleach belong to Kubo Tite. No infringement of copyright is intended and is not authorised by the respective copyright holders.
Author Notes: Time for a series of short stories for Bleach!
Warnings: Surprisingly, none. Mayuri is being strangely docile.
Timeline: Post-Soul Society Arc. No major spoilers unless you haven't read/watched that arc.
Two Sides of a Different Coin
Shinigami. Death Gods. Gods of Death. He chortled at the very idea of godhood. Gods were supposed to be indestructible but look at them! Seireitei was in a sorry state after the loss of three captains.
Snickering softly, the captain of the Twelfth Division clicked through the archives of his laboratory. It would be intriguing if he could complete his plans of a garganta gate before the abomination of a man (blond hair, gray eyes that always knew what he was thinking) did. Kurotsuchi Mayuri abhorred being compared to that man in any way.
"Nemu."
He snapped at the girl standing silently at the corner. She was quick to flit to his side.
The both of them knew the consequences of not doing so.
"What do you think will happen… if we fuse this a Shinigami's reiatsu with this compound?"
It was a test; an examination of her ability to process information and come up with the appropriate answers. Mayuri smiled coldly. A single black nail tapped on the screen. Everyone always had something to say about the way he treated her. They would never see that it was their so-called morals that blinded them from seeing the truth.
Nemu was Nemu.
Seeing her blood did not excite him any more than killing an ant.