Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of the Bleach characters used in this fic. They all belong to Tite Kubo: the genius behind the captivating manga that started it all. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.
Going, Going, Gone
Prompt: Always impolite...
A/N: For LJ.
The girl was like her idiot father: Impossible.
It was now getting to a point where his nerves were shot to hell with anticipation of her untimely interruptions, and he couldn't help imagining some way to get rid of the brat. Now, so as to continue his work in peace, Mayuri very much wanted to silence her himself, be it by poison or other means.
Regardless of what he came up with, Mayuri wasn't going to take a risk and be picky about the method of offing her. He just wanted her gone.
And, had his previous scheme not presented itself through vomiting, the body's most unpleasant way of cleansing itself, he would have succeeded. She, just like the other members of the division she served, was an idiot, not once daring to think a situation through, regardless of the obvious peril. Mayuri had counted on the child's simplified brain, or lack thereof, to finish the job. If she weren't so attached to the barbarian she called "father," she, and the damned turtle she always brought along (the one that liked to shit all over the floor), would be crossed off his list of obvious annoyances.
Fortunately, Zaraki was, also, utterly stupid. He'd believed the story Mayuri had fed him, the one about having "accidentally" left an uncommon bacteria lying around for his brat to get to. But the man wouldn't know the difference. He couldn't tell the difference between bacteria and poison, let alone left and right.
It would take some time, and plenty of patience, but he could wait. Revenge, after all, was much more effective when it came out of nowhere.
