A/N: Birthday/IOU drabble series for amaroq32~! This is purely going to be a rather random plot. But this story will not be without good planning!
You probably don't even know the meaning of the title, but if you do, congrats for your intelligence! Anyways, in a nutshell, it means 'truthful deceptive reasoning.' Yes, the two words are supposed to greatly contrast each other.
The pairing will be SzayelxOC (amaroq's own character, Amy Wayne). She will be a brand new arrancar who's just as crazy (in her own way) as our beloved espada!
Well, A/N over, on with the crazy fic!
P.S: HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMAROQ! :D
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but this logically illogical plot.
Veritable Sophistry
"Talking"
'Thinking'
"Tell me I'm hated most in the world."
Amy stalked quietly through the halls while her sharp blue eyes scanned the premises. Deep inside, her inner-self cried in outrage at her stealthy maneuvers. She was an espada, damnit! She shouldn't have to hide in her own abode! She zipped through the halls silently, seen only as a white and black blur to other arrancar. As she sped around a rather sharp corner, a sudden flash of hot pink shot past her peripherals.
'Shit!'
She pushed all of her power into this one last sonido to jump from the pink-haired abomination to the end of the black corridor, but it was already too late. A pale hand shot out and grabbed tightly onto her clothed arm.
"My, my, why the hurry? It's not like we've got any non-hollows on our tail."
Amy struggled uselessly in his steel grip, cursing herself for not noticing him earlier. "Let go of me, you bastard!"
The man brushed off her rude nickname and started leading her back the way she came. "Let's take a nice leisurely stroll down to my lab. That will be enjoyable, won't it?"
"Szayel…" The captive espada's eyes could've burned holes in the back of the bastard's head if looks could kill. "If you don't put me down right now, I swear I'll castrate you!"
Szayel stopped at her bold threat and turned to look at her. "Really, what could you do to such a perfect body like this?" Amy opened her mouth to retort, but he cut off whatever she could say before it even grew to fruition. "Nothing, I know. Don't bother saying something I already know." He pushed his glasses up and turned his nose in the air for the full effect of ingeniousness.
Amy's face was boiling red with so much fury; one could say that they saw the air shimmer around her with heat. She pulled a concealed senbon out of a small patch in her pants leg with her free hand and jabbed him in the side all in one smooth motion. He flinched at the strong pinch of pain and loosened his hand just enough for her to escape, and escape she did. He was unsurprised to see her missing from where she was a moment ago.
"Hmph. You won't escape from me that easily, my little subject…"
Amy zoomed through the glossy black halls, desperation clearly written on her panicked face. 'God, that guy is such a creep! He even gave me a creepy nickname! That just goes to show his creeptastic creeper personality full of creepiness!' She glanced back to check for pink-headed four-eyes and nearly had a heart attack when she saw 'it'. 'Why?'
"Gotcha."
The smaller of the two snarled viciously in his grasp, tugging incessantly away from him. Szayel watched her flounder around with bored- and slightly amused- eyes for awhile before he got tired and dragged her away again.
Chomp.
The crazy scientist's eyes grew wide with shock as he spun around to see one pissed off female espada with her mouth gripped ferociously on his thin arm. Her eyes were like hot burning coals from the deepest bowels of hell as she glared sadly-non-existent lasers into his forehead.
'Well, that's new,' Szayel thought, nonplussed. He merely raised a pale pink eyebrow at her show of hopeless defiance. "What do you expect to do to me with that measly little mouth of yours?"
Amy scrunched up her face in irritation and ripped her face away from his arm. Now she regretted doing that as she spat out soggy pieces of his sleeve.
"I hate you."
"Like I said, don't bother saying things I already know."
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Ulquiorra had to save her ass later that day as she was being strapped down to the gurney.
\:D/ Yay! Drabble 1 done! I have to say, Szayel really is one sadistic bastard.
Read and review please! Especially review! I like those; they're like the mac n' cheese to my little stomach.
