Bleach is owned by Tite Kubo, meaning it does not belong to me. I am in no way, shape, and/or form claiming to be the owner/creator of these concepts, though I do claim any characters not apart of the original Bleach storyline (such as Aporro[in character, not name]) mine. As such, I would appreciate fellow authors and readers to give credit where credit is due and not steal any of my characters and/or concepts. Thank you, and have a pleasant day.
There are certain poses Szayel strikes that make you think he's perfectly aware of the fact that he's sexy. Like he just strikes those poses to make you look at him and take in his commanding sexiness.
Like the one he struck when he was staring down at me after finding me camping in the bathtub; he crossed both of his arms over his toned chest, his weight shifted to one leg so that the opposite hip stood out, his head tilted to the left so his bangs fell across his slightly narrowed eyes just right…
God, it was like he was begging me to jump him.
In fact, despite the angry look he was giving me, it took all of my self-restraint to not do just that… if anything, his anger made me want to jump him more.
Just why was effeminate sexy?! …Then again, that's probably why shojo manga with bishonen characters was so popular. Damn them…
"Aporro!"
I jumped, blinking.
Szayel glared down at me, twitching, "My eyes are up here." He pointed to his face.
I blinked again, "And your chest is just below them…"
He twitched again, "Getting bold, aren't you?"
"What's the point of not being bold when I'm going to die, anyway? Hell, if I'm going down, I'd rather it be kissing you than cowering in a corner."
Again, a twitch, "Please refrain from being so forward…"
"Then try to refrain from being sexy."
"Take this."
I blinked at the pill he shoved into my face, "What is it?"
"Diazepam."
"…You're drugging me on valium, now? You know that impairs learning abilities…"
"That is something I'm willing to risk. Take it."
I shrugged and complied, then blinked, "Wait… does this mean you're not killing me?"
"…Correct."
"…Szayel, I forced myself on you."
"I am aware of that." He looked away, twitching at the recollection. It was probably my imagination, but I could have sworn he turned a bit red, too… "I'll take blame for that for drugging you on haloperidol and mirtazapine, both of which are known to cause… some levels of mania and confusion."
I stared at him, then shrugged. "Fine. Delude yourself. I don't care." The collar, which I had nearly forgotten about, shocked me.
"Watch your tongue."
"Nah." I grunted, standing and rubbing my throat, "I've had it with being jerked back and forth between living in servitude and fearing death. How about I treat you nice when you treat me nice?"
Szayel shocked me again, "How about you simply do as you're told?"
"Because you need me and you won't kill me or hurt me more than necessary." I shrugged, "You put a shitload of energy into making me what I am, Aizen needs me for Orihime, and if you kill me it'll be admitting that you can't control me to everyone who learns of it. I mean, come on." I pointed to the split on my lip, "You can't even stand seeing this on something that resembles you so closely, can you? You want to fix it. Have to fix it. If you don't, it'll drive you insane."
At this point he was staring at the split, twitching and scowling.
"I'm right, are—" Suddenly, everything seemed so slow… I slumped back against the wall and sank back down onto my pillow. Damn, I was tired…
"Finally." Szayel muttered, bending and scooping me up, "I thought it was taking too long…"
"Wha…" Ugh, I was too tired to even talk…
"A few tweaks in the chemical formula of the diazepam." Szayel replied, carrying me out of his quarters and into the lab, "Nothing more, nothing less."
Prick… He'd done something to make it fast acting and more powerful. "Sz-Szay…?"
"Calm down." Szayel sighed, "If you work yourself up, your adrenalin will wear out the drugs too quickly. Just rest."
"Alrigh'…" I flopped back, mildly disturbed that I didn't feel it when my head hit the table.
"Now, close your eyes," A warm, white-gloved hand settled across my face, turning everything dark, "And just go to…"
His words got slower and slower until I was out.
I'd started taking to sitting in cold baths in order to keep myself awake and to 'cool off' the thoughts about Szayel. Simultaneously, he had taken to talking to me less.
I was starting to get lonely… and cold.
Our sleeping arrangements didn't change, our classes still went on, and he still handled my drug administrations personally, but other than that, nothing.
Not that there had been much there before, but any and all unnecessary conversations were avoided or dropped, and any necessary ones were clipped to the bare minimum.
It was depressing.
Real fucking depressing.
Selfish bastard… Still, not like I was much better, wanting him to talk to me just because I wanted him.
It was in my cold baths that I began to formulate a plan to get him closer… make him spend time with me. Make him talk.
If asking annoying questions…
I sat behind him on a barstool-like chair, fiddling with an empty beaker, "So, how come your brother was the blonde but you ended up a pinkette?"
Szayel glared at me and didn't answer.
I winced.
…And tripping over my feet and stumbling into him on purpose…
Szayel caught me, sighed, then picked me up by my shoulders, set me on my feet and to the side, then kept walking.
I stared after him, chest heavy.
…Well, if those weren't working, I'd just have to resort to more drastic measures.
Really drastic.
Borderline Szayel-will-kill-me-for-trying-this drastic.
…Then again, chances are there were plenty of non-life threatening plans I could use, but in my desperate, drugged, cold bathwater state, it seemed the deadly plans were the only ones coming to mind.
Like, for some reason, injuring Szayel grievously came to mind. Causing him to somehow become so drastically hurt that he would be incapable of taking care of himself… I could imagine him laying in bed, pale and cold, waiting for me to take care of him… Then, immediately after, the vision of me walking in in a stupid nurses outfit, little hat and all, wearing strappy white heels and carrying a silver tray laden with a bowl of soup, a glass of tea, and a small vase with a single flower…
At that point, I killed that idea, as quickly as I could so I wouldn't throw up. Dear god, who was I?! Annie Wilkes?! Ugh, I never should have read about the Florence Nightingale effect…
New plan.
If hurting him didn't work, what about hurting myself?
Again, that plan died. He'd stitch me up and drop me back into the pink tube. And I didn't particularly care to go back in there again…
Jeez, just how do you get close to an Arrancar? Thinking back to what Szayel told me, it wasn't easy.
"Arrancar are, unlike humans, socially independent. We don't need to interact with others… The fact that we do is just a result of us falling under Lord Aizen's command."
Okay, so not only was he just flat independent, he was independent by nature. That didn't make things easier…
"Arrancar don't 'mate' like humans do. There's no reason to. We were once Hollow, thus we had no sex drive. This augmentation with shinigami, though…" He'd sighed, "I'll admit, it does bring about… urges, but none we typically can't control."
So, they also had primordial abstinence that was only affected by one generation of change. Reeaaaally didn't make things easy.
…Not that I was looking for sex, but on a biochemistry level attraction and lust were closely linked through chemicals, and the only way to get him interested in talking to me would be to trigger those…
Ugh. Head hurt. Yeah, not much of a science person here. Let's just stick with lowdown tricks, alright, Aporro? Good girl.
Hmm… So if Szayel has no real reason to interact with me because he's Arrancar… Then I need to make him less of an Arrancar… Steal his glasses/mask?
I sighed.
Nah. Even if he 'pushed' them up the bridge of his nose out of habit, those things were glued in place by… some naturally occurring Arrancar force. I wasn't getting them off… or anywhere near them, really. He was touchy about them.
…Fill up his Hollow hole with gauze and fast-drying foam?
…Yet another bad idea.
First off, I had no idea where that thing was. Thanks to his completely impartial attitude about dressing in the same room as me, I'd often got a good look at his body from the stomach up. But I'd always… yeah, I never looked. Not even mildly interested in looking… Alright, that was a lie. But I had some sense of modesty, alright?! And there was no way in hell I was pulling his pants off….
I blinked.
Now that I thought about it, though…
Oh, god, I was inches away from drooling!! KILL ME!!
Still… Szayel… no pants…
Twitching, I inhaled and sunk down into the water, letting the cold cool down my face.
Jeez, one kiss and I turn into a hormonal fourteen-year-old… No wonder Szayel was running from me.
…What I needed was a genuine reason to be around him more. One he would believe. One he would go with…
Alright, so what was Szayel interested in about me…
I twitched.
How much I was acting like him, in both personality and physical ability.
…I shot up out of the water, letting out a huge spurt of air and blinking as the water sprayed off of my lips.
"That's it!!" Lure Szayel to the training arena under false pretenses! I mean, it's not like I couldn't use some more training, and it was the perfect opportunity to not only get close, real close, but to also possibly get injured and have him doctor me…
Was I getting desperate? Hell yes! But I had to do something! I was suffocating, here! I needed him!
Even if he didn't need me…
Szayel blinked, "An increase in your training regimen?"
I nodded slowly, looking down at my feet, "Szayel, you can pump me full of whatever you want to, alter my genes how you please, rename me and make me mind, but if I don't have the physical strength and stamina to pull it off it won't mean anything. I need to get stronger…" I looked up, eyes wide, "And smarter! Hell, Szayel, I need to be more convincing! I don't want to die out there if there's a chance I can be better!"
Szayel blinked again, shocked.
"Not that I'd ever be able to get close to your level, but anything helps, right?" God, I was gonna need to wash my mouth out with soap… "Szayel, I need your help…" All of this sucking up was making me feel ill… Either that, or it was an overload of being so close to Szayel and his disinfected perfection again. I was feeling very dizzy…
"Fine." Szayel nodded, turning to a computer and typing, "I'll rework my schedule and make more time for your training… we'll start doing it every day for at least three hours, starting tomorrow."
I nodded, smiling, "Great!"
"And as for your education…" Szayel sighed, "Even if you aren't able to understand it, you can still accompany me around the lab for some of the lesser experiments. You can read my notes for the rest, and I'll set up a booklist for you…"
"Oooo, books…" Damn it, books. Books were a one person thing, not two. Maybe I could feign illiteracy…
"Aporro, what are you thinking about?"
I jumped, yelping when I came out of my reverie to see Szayel staring at me in confusion, one brow quirked. "Uh… huh?"
"You have that look I get when I'm planning something…"
"Me? Planning? Pfft." I waved him off, rolling my eyes, "As if I have anything to 'plan' for; I'm locked in your place all day." And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
"…Fine." Szayel turned back to his computer, "Now, please go back to the room. I'm not prepared to show you around and—"
"I'll only get in the way, I know… I know…" Heaving a sigh, I turned and walked away.
All I had to do was bide my time, and soon enough I'd be next to him again… And then, even if it killed me, I was gonna jump him.
…God, I have issues…
