..Written to remind myself that SzayIshi is not an amusing and cynically romantic ship in canon. Also written at work. xD I'm glad to have finally smashed my writers' block! Contains fairly graphic description of dissection- I could go into more detail, since I've actually done it on a pig, but I'll spare you and myself.
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Between their clothes and the blinding light of the operating theatre, the whole world seemed to have been bleached white. From the right angle, with the right amount of loathing, the towering specter that was the Octava Espada could even resemble Ryuuken, eyes shielded by the reflective lenses of his glasses. Szayel Aporro's hand slid up his shirt in a straight, clinical line, and Uryuu cursed his traitorous body that had once again succumbed to pain and fear; once again helplessly witnessed death. Though he had not touched the Shinigami in his last moments, he could feel Abarai's blood dripping like sluggish waterfalls from between his fingers.
The first precise cut, he deserved. As he did the second, the third, the forceps peeling back his skin, and the blood now smearing his abdomen. No anesthetics had been applied.
"Normally, I would at least provide an analgesic to keep you alive longer," Szayel explained conversationally, snipping an errant layer of muscle and disregarding Uryuu's choked cry. "But I find those little noises you make so very pleasing. Of course, you'll begin to scream soon- humans have a pathetically marginal tolerance for pain. Besides," A harsh current probed Uryuu's body from one of the many wires invading him, forcing him to prostrate himself. Exactly as predicted, a cry tore itself past his lips at last, nearly as painful as the physical torture. The Octava strolled up towards him and leaned forward, examining his victim, his plaything, something like a smirk curling his lips.
"I especially relish that look in your eyes when you watch me cut you open."