Ngoc Chau does not own Bleach

Okay, the reason for this chapter is that it's a chapter of foreshadowment. Something important is going to happen in the plot soon and this chapter warns you of it. Also, I want to show that Mayuri is becoming more like his father, that it's beyond his control now. And plus... this chapter is meant to speed up the intimacy and relationship of Mayuri and Nemu. Because I will tell you that the rating is going to go up very very soon!

"How much more reckless can you be? I know that this is one of the effects of your zanpakuto, but you didn't need to throw yourself out there like that! Do you expect everyone to think of you as brave and courageous, doing what you did? Anyone with a lick of common sense would call that moronic! You do not let some Hollow trap you in his jaws, especially when the one behind you has his own zanpakuto at the ready! Do you know how many times I almost stabbed you! Then what would happen? Honestly, I swear that the reason they don't have us on the battlefield more often is because we're being led by a captain who thinks it okay to prance around and let the enemy have their way with her! They were tearing into you and don't you tell me that you were made to handle that sort of treatment. When you have a sword, you use it! Do you have any idea how humiliated I felt to let everyone see you, with those Hollows tearing your clothes off as they tried to kill you? Did you want them to ravage you?..."

Mayuri yelled endlessly at his captain as his hand glowed green with kido to heal her.

He was silently cursing his 'father', he suspected that it was because of that man that his captain had such a unique zanpakuto.
The Captain's zanpakuto's abilities was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It was not enough that her blood upon the blade of her zanpakuto made the steel hot enough to cut through bone as though it was melted butter; but for every attack that her zanpakuto blocked and that was inflicted upon her body, the zanpakuto could return it double to her opponent. Greater was her Bankai which returned the attacks tenfold. Despite the ability, her zanpakuto was not capable in healing her and so that was where he came in.

Mayuri complained endlessly to his captain. The SDRI had chosen to go out for a field expedition and they had encountered several large hollows. His words trailed off in a series of mutterings about how foolish she acted and she was a captain at that!

His captain told him that she was fearful that he would've been hurt. He halted in his healing of her.

She was worried about him.

She had the nerve to lie there all bloodied and broken on the couch while he was healing her, and tell him that she was worried he was going to be hurt!

He sat in silent awe for some time before he realized it and then tried to compose himself, scoffing, "Don't be such an idiot about it, Nemu. Both of us are capable of Bankai and so to worry about me like a little child is unnecessary."
His anger was something he could never understand. How difficult it always was to control when he knew that he was being irrational. How could someone be rational and impassioned at the same time? The words burst forth before he could stop them, "I'm not a stupid little child! I am an adult in my own right and I am more than capable of fighting my own fights!"

Now what was he saying? His words were running before his thoughts. It was as though something had taken control of him and was making him say things that he would not have dared to say to his Captain. He had felt it coming upon his lately, this insatiable irritancy at his captain. He knew he was angry because she put herself in danger for him when she ought not to, it should be him who rescued her instead of her him. Would she have done the same thing for his 'father'?
One side of him told him that yes, she would've done the same thing for the only - he spat at that thought - man she ever loved.
The other told him that she wouldn't, that she had faith in the previous captain in his power to be able to defeat a group of hollows single-handedly.

He felt horribly emasculated to have his captain defend him. Even more so of a little child that still hid behind her black hakama and white haori. He was so sick of it! He tried to not let it bother him, but hearing even what others said about him: that he was a 'mommy's boy' and that everything he was able to attain was only because the captain was his mother and the son of the man she loved. He didn't need his captain - his mother - to coddle him.

Before he knew it, he was rambling and tripping over his words. She sat up and raised a hand towards him. As though from instinct, he snapped away from her and drew his hand back.
But he stopped himself, holding the shaking hand far from the two of them.

She had winced at his action and he felt horribly guilty for it. What was he doing? What was coming over him? His hand slowly returned to his side as his captain cupped his face in her hands. His golden eyes fell into her green ones and he was overwhelmed. There seemed to be something between them that he did not want to break. Her expression was soft and caring. And he could only be amazed at her patience and heart.

She leaned forward, her lids fluttering closed. He kept his own open, wanting to see what she would do, if she would actually do it.

She kissed him upon the lips.

And if he was not so much in shock over the action so foreign to him, he would've grabbed her for more. The kiss ended as quickly as it had began and he was speechless.

She smiled her simple smile to him, "I cannot imagine what I would've done without you by my side."

He wasn't sure if she was speaking about this event or if she meant something more.

His silence was an appropriate response to the verbal musing.

He could never imagine himself without her either.

So, what did you think? Too messed up? Too jumbled? Truthfully, I felt that this chapter needed to be written, but I didn't like it so very much and I sort of struggled with it.