The Scientist: Mayuri/Nemu
Mayuri snarled, he had been out for hours looking for her. Obviously, the girl had failed at the assigned task… and had probably gotten hurt. Stupid thing, how hard was it to go collect samples from their enemies? Yet, he couldn't bring himself to turn back to his lab and ignore her. The man knew he needed to find her… and he wanted to find her now.
There she lay, head titled to the side and eyes open… but dazed. With her face and body covered in blood, her clothes torn across her abdomen and hair messy, but retaining it's original braid… Mayuri couldn't help but think she looked rather beautiful. Never mind that though… she had failed him. Grabbing one arm, he wrenched the girl up. "Mayuri…-sama," she said in a strained tone, "my… deepest apologies. I was not… able to obtain the sample… you requested."
"Tch… never mind that now. Look what you've done to yourself, stupid girl… I'll have to repair you."
Like a rag doll, battered and torn, Nemu was lifted into Mayuri's arms. Still bleeding profusely, the trip home was silent, provided the occasional whimper from the female.
Nemu lay on the table, head facing Mayuri at his desk, where he was typing furiously on his computer. "Mayuri-sama…"
"Quiet Nemu. I have to finish my reports before I can repair you… I'm now behind, since I had to go search for you."
"My apologies," she replied, her voice giving away the intense pain she was desperately trying to hide. Mayuri scowled, he was beginning to be a bit concerned that Nemu was damaged past the point of fixing. "Am I… going to die, Mayuri-sama?" He didn't answer, he was at a loss himself. "I… don't want to die. I would like to stay here Mayuri-sama, and continue helping you." At this, the scientist sighed. He turned in his swivel chair to face her, and saw the fear in her eyes. Her chest heaved at she coughed violently, a cry of desperation seemingly masked inside of the action. The strange man stood up, and swept over to her. He moved his hand towards her cheek, and Nemu's eyes widened. Mayuri narrowed his eyes in confusion and the girl cringed. "What? You think I'm going to hit you? When you're this beat up? Stupid girl…"
"M-my…"
"Enough of your apologies Nemu," he barked. Her mouth opened, but Mayuri covered it with a hand of his. "I said… enough," he hissed, getting inches closer to her face every second. The man released his hold on the poor girl's mouth, and she nodded slowly, afraid to anger him. The ever shrinking distance was not forgotten though, as their faces were nearly connected now. Nemu's face turned a faint shade of pink, and Mayrui grinned evilly. Bending his head a tad bit more, the remaining space was destroyed, with two pairs of lips meeting.
As suddenly as the kiss had happened, it was over, and Mayuri grabbed a needle from a nearby tray. "I really must finish this paperwork, sleep. I'll fix you when I'm done." Nemu nodded, and shut her eyes, the red color still painted onto her face.