Can the resident 'mad scientist' of Hueco Mundo find acceptance in a mere human? Or is she? Who exactly is the mysterious Rosemay, the woman Szayel encounters on his way to the bookstore one day? How is it that she can make him feel like an incompetent, and even worse, make his words slur over? Find out! Szayel x Oc (Rosemay.)
Bleach people belong to Tite Kubo, Rosemay and others belong to me. Please enjoy. Szayel and Rosemay's pov's. (Point Of View)
Chapter One: Beginning
Szayel's POV.
I met her in a book store, our hands touched as we both grabbed for the last copy of 'Other Dimensions: Do They Exist?' Her hand, Rosemay's hand was there first though.
I mumbled my apologies, and she laughed it off, saying "It's ok. Tell you what, I can loan it to you when I'm done if you like. I'll finish it in a few days, and I'm sure there won't be another order in for it for at least a few months. How about that?"
"That would be great, and thank you very much miss..." I stopped, not knowing her name at the time.
"Oh, my name is Rosemay. Rosemay Lillian Matsumoto" she responded. "What's your name?"
"Szayel. Szayel Aporro Grantz. That's a very...flowery name you have going for you, Rosemay." I said, amused.
"Yes, my mother loved her garden very much" She said, and then whispered "I wouldn't be surprised if I was conceived in that stupid garden, but that's between you and me, right?" she said.
"Of course." I replied, grinning.
Looking closer at her, I saw that she was a beautiful specimen, well, for a human anyway. Shoulder length honey colored hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was shorter than me, which was nice. I hated travelling to human world, because I always felt dwarfed by them, especially the women and their 4 inch bloody heels, but I was at least 6 inches taller than her.
"Well, here is my e-mail, and phone number, so you can get in touch with me Szayel."
Her voice brought me back from my musings.
"Oh yes, and here are mine." I responded, scribbling down my digits.
"So tell me, where you got that hair color from Szayel?" she asked.
"Oh, I..." I could feel my face reddening. Curse my hair, it always made me receive unwanted attention, not to mention it was the subject of many humorless jokes from my comrades.
"Oh, I wasn't meaning to insult it. I think it looks quite nice on you. It looks good with your eyes" she said.
Did it now, I wondered. Was it possible for someone to not criticize my feminine appearance?
"Actually, it was always this way." I finally said.
"Really? That's cool. I always wished I could have an interesting hair color like that, only purple maybe, or blue." she said, flashing a smile.
"Yes, well...umm..." Why was I fumbling for words? I am Szayel Apporo Grantz, a scientist and genius. My vocabulary far out reached my higher ranking comrades. Why then couldn't I speak straight? It was embarrassing. The gigai I was in must be malfunctioning I thought.
"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you Szayel' she said.
"Yes, it was." I murmured, still red faced.
What was wrong with me today? Rosemay inclined her head to me, bought her book, and left. I sighed. Well, this trip to human world hadn't been a total bust at least. I would still be able to read the book once she was done with it. My heart fluttered a little at the thought. Get a grip I told myself, and strode out, back to Hueco Mundo.
Rosemay's POV.
Well that was interesting. It's not everyday you meet someone in a bookstore. Szayel seems like a nice guy, and really sweet in a nerdy, pink haired sort of way. I hope we can keep in touch.
He was just so cute! Especially when he kept mumbling and blushing. Maybe...maybe he can even be able to accept me. That would be nice. I sighed. Yeah right. No one would ever be interested in a freak like you Rosemay; any man that could accept you is too good to be true.
I had finished my short walk home and went inside my apartment. It was small, with a kitchen/dining room, bedroom and bathroom. It wasn't much, but it was home, and I liked it. My furniture consisted of a couch, coffee table, recliner, table, two chairs, my bed, and dresser. My kitchen was fully furnished with stove, microwave, fridge/freezer, toaster, and coffee maker. I also had a washer and dryer, so I didn't have to visit the laundry mat. My walls were different from room to room, all calm colors like blue, purple, and green. I had paintings and posters everywhere, and figurines and nick knacks lined the makeshift bookshelves I had put together along with piles and piles of books. It was cluttered, but comfy, and a symbol of my independence.
Books sat on my tables and chairs, in stacks on the floor and crammed on the shelves. I was a book nut. I loved to read, and did so voraciously. Every week I went through at least 5 books.
I loved fantasy and science, medical texts and histories. I had romance and sci-fi, classics and mysteries. If it had a genre to it, I had read some. A few textbooks were scrambled in with the rest of my collection. I was in my last few weeks of college, studying for my masters in psychiatric nursing. It was interesting, and I loved my courses, but I couldn't wait to hurry up and graduate.
I sat down and immediately began to read my new book, highlighting and taking notes as I went along. I hoped Szayel wouldn't mind all the markings I was making, but I made notes in all of my books, it helped me to reference things better. All too soon, the clock read 2 a.m. I sighed, and dragged myself to bed, since I had classes in a few hours.