Pairing: IshiNemu (or NemuIshi? O.o)

Title: Experiment

"Hmm, yes. It appears that Nemu is ready for you, Ichigo!" Mayuri looked up from his clipboard, smiling creepily at the orange haired shinigami. "Just walk in through the door!"

Uryuu turned to the scientist as Ichigo hesitantly strolled in, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Ahh...what exactly is this experiment about?"

Mayuri hmphed, looking back down at what he'd been writing. "That is not for you to know until it's your t—"

An earsplitting scream came from behind the door, and a moment later Ichigo fell out the doorway, face redder than a ripe tomato (because old wrinkly tomatoes are gross). "Th-that what wh-what? K-k-k-k—" His eyes darted around wildly, before he jumped off the floor and ran out the other door, leaving a worried Uryuu and an interested Mayuri.

"Well, it seems like you'll be finding out soon enough!" Mayuri waved a hand, scribbling notes down on his clipboard. "Go on onthe room now, guinea p—ahem, Quincy!"

Uneasily, Uryuu stepped into the room, hearing the door slam shut behind him. Looking around, the room was rather bare; just a small desk, some open space, a large bed—

Whipping around, Uryuu tried to get out, but rattled the doorknob futilely as it wouldn't turn. "Hehe, you can't leave now! This time the door is locked /properly!/" Mayuri's voice came from the other side of the door. Face growing red, Uryuu turned around to face what was on the bed. Or more accurately, who.

"Ishida-sama..." Nemu lay seductively on the bed, wearing nothing but a towel and a skimpy miniskirt.

"Eeeehh..." Uryuu's face grew even redder, his glasses steaming up. "You don't need to call me—"

"I must call you -sama, Ishida-sama. Mayuri-sama has ordered me to do so, and I cannot disobey." She wriggled around on the bed some, until the towel was barely covering anything at all. "This is the experiment...won't you please come, Uryuu-sama?"

N-now I know why Kurosaki ran like that... Uryuu thought with a sweatdrop. "Uhh..." He stepped closer to the bed awkwardly.

"Come with me, Ishida-sama," Nemu said, grabbing Uryuu's wrist and dragging him closer till he fell on the bed. Flipping herself above him, she smoothly took off her miniskirt in one go, towel already lost earlier. "Why don't you enjoy yourself a bit, Ishida-sama?"

Uryuu's face went completely red as he couldn't help but let his eyes look all over her body. "D-d huh wh–" he stammered out, brain not working. Releasing a little sigh, Nemu grabbed Uryuu's hand, moving it right so it was on her breast, making as if to grope it. "Play with me, Ishida-sama..."

Mayuri-taichou...you're so evil! XD Making poor Uryuu suffer through all that! And old wrinkly tomatoes are disgusting *yuck face*

Mayuri: Wouldn't most males his age be enjoying the chance to—

Uryuu: Never doing that again...never doing that again... *traumatized*

Ichigo: *aghast* Ishida, you pervert!

Uryuu: I had no choice! It was actually more like her raping me!

Ichigo: *aghast* Ishida, you got raped by a girl!

Uryuu: I can't win... *despair*

Nemu: *secret evil grin*