Title: Doing in the Doctor
Characters: Mayuri, OC
Summary: Mayuri finds out what someone utterly insignificant thinks of him.
Pairings: None
Rating: T
Genres: General
Warnings/Spoilers: Really vague spoiler for Soul Society arc; references to sexual abuse
Timeline: Post-Soul Society arc
Author's Note: I hate Mayuri but writing about him can be intensely enjoyable if I do it right. He's absolutely shameless, so I get to channel my frustrations through him.
Word Count: 468
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Mayuri sits down in the armchair, flipping through the notebook he's wanted to get his hands on for so long.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri, Captain of the Twelfth Division
Initial observations: Patient is unstable and volatile, prone to violent mood swings.
Mayuri raises an eyebrow and growls. The incompetent slut… Still, he has to read on; fascination, both professional and intensely personal, compels him.
The patient is incapable of controlling his violent impulses, of which there are many.
Violent impulses? I have not a clue of what she's talking about.
When caught in the grips of anger, the patient is known to throw things and become physically violent towards anyone who crosses his path.
It was one time, one time! I threw a book at you because you dared to suggest that I feel inadequate—abandoned, even!—and I didn't even hit you.
The patient also shows a callous disregard for life unsuitable for someone of his position. He is willing to sacrifice his men at random and shows no trace of regret or remorse for their deaths.
We've been through this—I have explained it, time and again. The. Bombs. Are. Not. Supposed to come back. They simply aren't; it's horribly inconvenient and dangerous. In my situation, of course you would detonate a malfunctioning explosive, especially if it was trying to return to base!
The patient also suffers from extreme sexual frustration, possibly due to impotence or past injury. His inappropriate and abusive behavior towards his daughter is perhaps indicative of this, or of a hatred towards women in general. In this area, at least, I am certain that repressed feelings of inadequacy play no small role in his improper behavior.
Oh, ho. This is just rich. I guess it really is your job to read into everything; I have to control Nemu somehow, you dim-witted woman. The girl would run amok without a leash!
In short, the patient shows himself to be utterly unsuited to the administrative position he finds himself in. It would be best, for the safety of society at large, if—
At this point, Mayuri has to stop reading; it is simply too offensive for words. He keeps the spiral-bound notebook, of course, tucking it into his shihakusho; if this is what she said about him, he can't wait to see what she wrote about Soi Fong and Ichimaru.
Standing, Mayuri sniffs at the copper-smelling heap in the shadows. Deep black fluid still seeps away, and he rolls his eyes.
She really was such an awful psychiatrist. I've done this world a favor.
He leaves through the front door, stomping out in a glower, the smell of blood reeking from his haori.
Mayuri doesn't bother covering his tracks; no one's going to arrest him for this. If anything, they should be throwing him a parade.
