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Mayuri Kurotsuchi- Part 1

Mayuri arrived back at his lab, a snarl curled into his lips, and anger apparent in ever step. Even Nemu knew better than to both him at the moment.

'Damn that old man.' Mayuri thought bitterly. 'I have no need of a wife. No need for such base functions, and now I have to conceive a child. . .No, not one, two! Two biological children! I don't even think there's a woman worthy enough of such an honor!. . .Or physically capable. . .'

He slammed open the door to his office, uncaring of the damage he did to it, and the wall it slammed into and through.

He slumped into his seat and glanced at the piles of paper work there. New recruits straight out of the Shinigami Academy trying to find positions within his Squad. On top of that though, was a letter he had received just moments before he had been called to meet with Captain Yamamoto.

He flipped it over, pursing his lips slightly at seeing no name, return address, or anything else. With his long nail, he cut open the envelope and pulled out the letter, scanning the contents.

"Dear Captain Kurotsuchi," He muttered, "I'm an avid reader of the science journal you put out, and couldn't help but notice that you made a mistake. . ." His eyes grew wide as he screeched in outrage. "A mistake! ME!"

He continued to read on, the author of the message having pointed out what mistake me made, the correction, and even suggested another method which actually might prove beneficial to the medicinal aspect of it. They also included the clip of what he had messed up on, underlining the passage.

He gritted his teeth until he thought they would crack. The author of the note had not signed it. Worse, they had the gall to add a few ideas of what he could change to improve his formula!

"NEMU!" He snarled, knowing his Lieutenant would be in the office in just a minute or less.

"Yes Mayuri-sama?" His Lieutenant asked as she entered his office.

"Find out who sent this note! I want names, and then I will be paying them a personal visit." He snarled, chucking the note at her.

She caught it easily then bowed her way out of the office.


Nozomi Koizumi set at her desk in her little apartment writing down all ideas that flowed through. Cures, poisons, ideas to explore, all in one thickly bound notebook that she took with her everywhere. Until she had a lab she could work within, this was all she could do for now. It had been nearly a year ago that she had submitted her application to enter Squad Twelve. Nearly a year of waiting. . .of trying not to lose hope.

Desperate to somehow draw the attention of the Squad Twelve Captain, she had nearly wept in joy when she noticed a small mistake in the Science and Medical Journal. Still though, once she had written the note, she didn't have the guts to sign her name.

She regretted it now. Her one chance might had slipped through her fingers. Still though, it was enough that she had bested the Captain, even if it was a careless mistake.

She shook her head and sighed.

Money was getting tight, and the school wasn't going to pay for her little apartment forever. Sooner or later, she'd have to make a choice. Join another squad, or leave. If Squad Twelve didn't accept her, she would put in an application for Squad Four. She had medical expertise, though she would always fall more into the medical science category.

She removed her glasses and rubbed her temples, groaning softly in pain at the migraine that was threatening to form. There was little she could do to stop the headaches anymore, and could only ride out the pain.

The insistent knocking that started at her door didn't help either.

Nozomi forced herself to her feet and stumbled her way toward the door, opening it a bare inch. "May I help you?" Her eyes widened when she found herself staring into the golden eyes of one, Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi.


Mayuri was surprised at the woman who answered the door to the second rate apartment. Behind her, he could tell that she kept the place clean, but it did nothing to hide the fact that the wallpaper was peeling, the floors were cracked and stained, and their were water spots on the ceiling.

She had small indentions at the top of her nose on both sides, telling him that she wore glasses. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail and her eyes were a dark green, nearly giving way to black. She was nearly as tall as him, stopping about two inches below him. THAT annoyed him.

She opened the door wider to him. "How may I help you Captain Kurotsuchi?" She asked, stepping aside to allow him entrance.

He walked in, examining more of the apartment. Piles of his Science and Medical Journals were stacked neatly on a book shelf that was piled full of thick medical and science books, as well as notebooks that she had obviously made notes though.

"You wrote me a letter." He began, picking up one of his journals. "And you didn't sign it. Why is that?"

He watched her swallow slightly before she lifted her head. "Honestly, at first I wanted to do it as a way to get your attention. I hoped that getting your attention would help me get into Squad Twelve. In the end though, I was too scared to sign it. I figured just. . .I don't know, proving your wrong would be enough to make me feel better. . .about waiting so long, that is."

He smiled, and it wasn't pleasant. "You caught my attention."

"As I can see, you are here." She commented. "Tea?"

"I won't be staying long enough for it." Mayuri said lightly, putting the journal back and continuing to explore. "I have you know that there are still no openings in Squad Twelve."

"So you came here to let me know that you got my letter, traced it back to me, and what?" She asked, a frown creasing her face.

Mayuri allowed his eyes to travel over her, the real her. When Nemu had brought him her file along with her petition to join Squad Twelve, he had been surprised it was a woman at all. The writing was non-descript. Neither feminine, nor masculine. But staring into the picture, a plan had entered his mind. A punishment better than any form of torture, he thought.

"I find myself in need of a wife." He told her.

Her look of shock couldn't be missed. Her mouth was slack, her eyes wide, and her face pale, losing its peaches and cream tone. "Wha. . .I don't understand. . ."

"I am required to marry and have two children. You will do. I've looked over your medical files, the papers you submitted to me, as well as your transcripts from the academy. You'll do." He explained, waving a hand about.

"I'll do? I'll DO? Who do you think you are? Blackmailing me into marrying you?" She snarled.

"I am not blackmailing you at all. I am simply letting you know that you'll get into Squad Twelve no other way. No openings at all." Mayuri grinned. "However, if you were to marry me, you would have more lab access than most other squad members. Access to more dangerous chemicals, better machinery, and test subjects."

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her considering it. She licked her lips, the darted her eyes around the small apartment.

"You'd live in the Squad Twelve barracks, and if you chose to divorce me afterwards, I would permit you to stay on. . ." He sweetened the deal.

"What if I have stipulations?" She asked, her chin coming up again, challenging.

"What could you possibly want or need?" Mayuri asked, annoyed.

"We share a room. I'm not going to be just a brood mare to you. If I have to marry you, it would be a true of a marriage as possible." She began. "And I know you have modified yourself. There will be no modifications on the children, at all. I want this all in writing."

"Fine." Mayuri said through clenched teeth.

"And. . .you will not hound me about what I am working on. What I choose to study and explore is my business and mine alone. My staff will be briefed, of course. . ."

"Staff?" Mayuri snarled.

"You did say I would have more privileges. I just assumed that. . .Sorry." She stammered.

"Fine. Your own staff. I'll give you your own lab, not experiment on the kids, not pester your about your studies, and share a room with you." Mayuri said through clenched teeth. "Is that all?"

"How soon will I be moved?" She asked. "I need to pack up. . ."

"Bring the important stuff you can carry now. I'll send some squad members to get the rest tomorrow. We will go before Captain Yamamoto and marry immediately. The sooner its over with, the better." Mayuri snapped.

She bit her lip, then picked up the glasses he had failed to notice on the table. She placed them on her face, pushing them gently up her nose, before grabbing a bag and shoving her tomes of notes in it. She grabbed a few articles of clothing, toiletries, and she was ready to go.


Nozomi set in Mayuri's large bed. He had went into the bathroom as soon as they got back, telling her she had better be naked when he got out. Currently, she set on top of the blankets, fully clothed, feeling her heart in her throat.

She let a whimper escape her throat as she heard the shower shut off, but quickly got out of her clothes and slid under the blankets on the bed.

Moments later, he came out, no longer covered in makeup, long blue hair trailing over his shoulders and a towel wrapped around his waist.

Instantly, she felt her tongue swell and her throat go dry. Who would have thought that such a handsome man was hidden underneath all that paint and baggy clothes.

"Are you done staring?" He snapped.

"I. . ." She swallowed thickly. "I'm sorry. You're just very handsome."

He let out a 'tch' and moved toward the bed, getting up on it, all while keeping the towel around his waist.

She returned to looking at him, now that he was closer. His body was covered in scars, some made by scalpel, some from battle.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked suddenly.

Nozomi felt heat flood her face as her eyes met his again. "N. . .no." She stuttered. "However, I know next to nothing about sex and pleasure. The experience I had was . . .um, less than enjoyable."

Mayuri reached out, pushing the blankets down to around her waist, leaving her breasts bare for his view. "You take excellent care of your body."

"We can learn much about the body from just studying our own." Nozomi murmured, heat crawling up her face.

He moved forward slightly, until his lips touched hers, his tongue sliding along the seam easily. She opened her mouth for him, and his tongue invaded like a charging army, taking full control and kissing her like it might be his last.

She briefly wondered how he became such a good kisser. Had he had many lovers? A string of women that she would never know about?

When he pulled away, something gleamed in his eyes. He watched the rise and fall of her chest for a few moments before he trailed a cold finger over her nipple.

Nozomi gasped again as he began to play with her breasts firmly, but gently. Nothing like her first time. That boy had treated her breast like they were melons he was checking for ripeness. Not Mayuri though, not this man. She was well relaxed be the time he had shoved the rest of the blankets away, and slid a finger up the inside of her thighs. With his other hand, he gently spread her legs, then he slid a single finger inside of her.

"Tight." He murmured, before nipping at her ear.

Nozomi worked up the courage to slip her hand up beneath his towel and grasped his hardness. She shrieked and let go, jumping back from him and staring at the tent in his towel like it housed a Hollow.

"You even upped the size of your penis when you made modifications to yourself?" She asked, horrified at what she had felt.

Mayuri removed his towel, revealing a cock that must have been nine inches at least, and thicker than her wrist was around. "I have never improved anything about my 'penis'. Until this, I had no reason to use it for anything other than pissing."

Nozomi felt her eyes widened as she met his, then looked back down. "That's its natural size?" She swallowed thickly, suddenly thinking the past sexual experience might turn out to be there better. She would surely be hurting after this.

Mayuri tilted his head at her slightly, then returned his fingers to her body, moving them within her, curling them, seeking her sweet spot. "Don't worry, you'll be prepared thoroughly."

Once he had her in her first orgasm, and it was her first, he slid her down until she laid back on the bed, and placed his mouth where his fingers had previously been.

She gasped, moaned, and sighed her way into her second orgasm. Still though, he didn't stop.

Again and again, he brought her to orgasm until her body felt to heavy to move. It was then that he raised himself above her and began to push himself inside.

Eye to eye, Nozomi knew that the intimacy of that moment was terrifying.

Mayuri's lips descended on hers again as he began to move within her, beginning his final assault on her body.

When he came, she went with him, wrapping her legs about his body and crying her pleasure against his lips.

After that, he pulled out and got up.

Nozomi raised the blankets over her naked body, watching as he walked naked to the bathroom and stepped inside. She bit her lip, afraid that he was going to leave. Her second sexual encounter was so amazing, but the man who gave it to her was as cold as the steel a scalpel was made from. He could be just as cutting too.

Mayuri came back out of the bathroom though with a wash cloth in hand, and began to gently clean her body though, after he moved the blankets off of her again.

"Why do you paint your body up?" Nozomi asked when the silence became too much to bare. "You are a highly attractive man, but you. . .it's like a war paint, meant to frighten."

"People put to much stock in appearance. If I didn't paint my face, women would more than likely spend their time gawking at me rather than doing their jobs. And despite my face being 'nice', I am not a nice person. I don't pretend to be. The paint reminds them of that, as well as ensures that people don't get too close." Mayuri answered, gently running the damp cloth over her sensitive womanhood.

"I think you're nice though. . .I mean, you were during this. You made this wedding night wonderful, when I have dreaded it from the moment I said yes." Nozomi murmured.

Mayuri let out a 'tch' again and tossed the wash cloth over his shoulder once he had cleaned himself off. He slid the blankets back over her before climbing under them with her, laying with just scant inches between them.

"I won't be this way out there." He told her, as her eyes began to drift down.

"I know." She murmured, letting sleep claim her.


Nozomi woke up the next morning to find Mayuri gone, and a young woman about her age entering the room with a stack of clothes in her hand.

"I am sorry Mistress. Mayuri-sama bade me to bring clothes for you. I am sorry to wake you. If you would like to shower and dress, I can have some breakfast brought to you, then I am to show you to your private labs."

"It's okay, I need to get up anyways. What time is it?" Nozomi asked, sitting up, holding the sheet to her chest.

"It's nearly ten o'clock Mistress." the girl answered.

Nozomi felt her eyes widen. "Ten o'clock? Why did Mayuri let me sleep in so long?" She gasped. "And please, don't call me Mistress. My name is Nozomi."

"Nozomi-san, my name is Nemu. Pleased to meet you. I am the Lieutenant of Squad Twelve." The girl bowed.

Nozomi climbed from the bed and made her way toward the bathroom, taking the sheet with her. She wasn't comfortable with just walking naked into the bathroom with Mayuri's second in command just standing there.

"I will leave the clothes here."

Nozomi jumped, not realizing that Nemu had followed her in. The Lieutenant set the clothes on the counter and bowed her way out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Nozomi quickly locked it, then dropped the towel, spotting the shower on the far side of the bathroom. First, though, she was going to use the restroom.

She made her way to the toilet, setting down, and began to pee. It hurt.

She jumped and screamed when the bathroom door flew open, revealing Mayuri.

Her face flooded in embarrassment as the pee continued to trickle out of her until her bladder was empty.

"Don't be embarrassed, it's a normal body function." He said, waving a hand toward her. He walked over to her and knelt down, holding out a small container with some kind of balm. "Are you in pain?"

"A little." She admitted.

He nodded and opened the lid, motioning for her to stand.

Nozomi felt embarrassment flood her face again as she quickly wiped, flushed, and stood up in front of him. With a tap of his finger on her left knee, she spread her legs slightly for him. The first touch of the cool balm caused her to give surprised yelp. He worked his fingers around her opening first, before adding more balm and gently sliding his fingers in.

"This will only take minutes to fully heal any damage I might have done last night." He told her, pulling his fingers out. "It also. . .will increase your fertility. The sooner you are pregnant, the better."

"Oh. . ." She found herself saying, looking away uncomfortably. As he prodded around her womanhood, the pain slowly left, and she found herself breathing a little easier without the discomfort. "I'd be interested in knowing what you put in that formula. It works amazingly well. . ."

"Maybe later." He replied. Then he was gone, and she was alone again.

Author's Note: Thought I would post at least what I had done. I've been so busy with convention work, that I haven't really had time to work on Repopulating.

And on that note: If you are in or around the Fort Smith, Arkansas area. . .I will be hosting a fanfiction panel at a convention called Konsplosion! You can visit the website at: www dot KONSPLOSION dot com

You don't have to caps that. . .my computer kept auto correcting that to concussion. . .-facedesk-

It would be awesome to see you there. . .

Did I mention I would be doing an 18+ panel too on lemons. . .-cough- I'll be doing that too.

See me, please? ^_~