"Please! I beg of you! Don't be so rash!" pleaded the shaky voice of Szayel. Ulquiorra's thin blade was once again pressed against his neck. This time it had ripped through the cloth rather lightly, exposing a tad bit of flesh.
"I already warned you, Numero Octava, about mocking me," the fourth Espada replied sternly. His inexpressive face never changed as he stared into Szayel's amber eyes. The other male just slowly tried to ease away, not wanting to have anymore clothing slightly sliced through.
Or his own neck, for that matter.
"Please, Schiffer-san! I was not mocking you! Honestly!" He threw up his arms in defense as the other male began to gently lower his sword. Szayel sighed heavily in relief as he wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead. Was this guy serious?
"Now, if you're done with your foolishness, I would like to know what really is happening to this body of mine. Is it growing ill? Does it require proper nutrients? What can I do to remove these dreadful symptoms?" Ulquiorra asked as he sheathed his precious sword.
How was Szayel supposed to respond? He had told him the truth. If the boy was getting an erection over the girl then it could only mean one thing: he was indeed sexually attracted to Orihime. What was there to be ashamed of? Many of the Espada found themselves drooling over her perfectly sculpted figure. She had the body made from the brilliance of heaven with the hair as red as the fires from Hell.
Who wouldn't be attracted to such a bodacious woman?
Perhaps Szayel shouldn't have said it so bluntly…Ulquiorra was a highly intelligent individual. He was a clever strategist that could use his wits to outsmart his opponents if needed. Szayel often caught him reading all kinds of complicated books in the main library of Las Noches—the boy was not lacking in brains.
But when it came to social settings, the boy was as dumb as a Gillian.
"Now, Now, Schiffer-san. Let's calm and take a deep breath and I'll explain to you what's happening with your body," the pink haired Espada suggested, pulling up a chair next to a long, wooden desk. Image not availableHe ushered the other male to sit next to him. Ulquiorra was going to need to sit down in order to grasp everything that Szayel was about to tell him…
But where to start?
"So tell me, Ulquiorra. Have you ever been with a woman?" He decided it best to cut straight to the chase. If the boy was oblivious to his attraction towards Orihime, then the answer to the question was obvious.
"What reason would I have to be? Arrancar do not have to reproduce in order to be satisfied in life the way humans do. I have no desire to mate with anyone," the fourth Espada replied matter-of-factly.
'Except Orihime,' the scientist inwardly added.
"Moving on, do you know the process of mating?" Szayel continued as he reached for a small note-pad that was laid neatly on the desk. He needed to write down as much information as he could for purposes he was not about to inform Ulquiorra of.
"Of course I do. What a pointless question…" The white skinned male grumbled as he sat down on the wooden chair across from Szayel's desk.
"Well, if you know about it, then explain it to me. I need to know what all you understand about the process, Schiffer-san, in order to be able to you with your ordeal," the taller man replied, tapping his pen lightly on his chin.
"They mate through genital intercourse. Through mixes of pleasure, the male will ejaculate into the female; thus, creating a life form." It felt rather awkward to say those words…What was the point of this? Szayel obviously knew everything about mating so why ask him?
He was close enough, Szayel thought to himself. "Now, Schiffer-san, you do realize why people mate in the first place, do you not?"
Ulquiorra just simply nodded, "To produce offspring...Granz, you are wasting my time. I do not see how any of this is relevant."
"That is not the only reason, my brother. Men and women engage in intercourse for the sole reason of pleasure. Why do you think Nnoitra is always so lustful over Orihime Inoue?" Szayel asked, eyeing the other Espada across from him.
"Nnoitra is a fool," was Ulquiorra's only response. Szayel just sighed in response.
"He lusts over her because he wants to feel pleasure with her." It was rather blunt but the scientist had no other way of trying to get his point across. He could tell it sparked something in the boy by the slight twitch of his jade eyes.
"It's not uncommon at all. If a man lays eyes upon a beautiful maiden, he usually wishes for her lie in his bed," he continued on, adjusting the glasses upon his face once more.
"Why? What is wrong with her bed?" the clueless young man asked.
This was getting nowhere…Had no one explained anything to this lad before? "There's nothing wrong with her bed! In fact, they can screw in her bed if they want to! They can screw on the damn couch or dining table for all I care! Look, Schiffer-san, the point is that sex feels great. All men and women want to have sex at some point in their lives. They tend to be drawn towards attractive members of the opposite sex. They can neither ignore nor stop their desires."
Ulquiorra's eyes never wavered from Szayel as the man tried to explain everything the best he could. He did not reply for several long moments until a frustrated sigh escaped his lips. "So you're trying to tell me that these sensations will never go away?"
"Well, it all depends, you see. You complained about having an absurd throbbing in your groin, did you not?" Szayel sighed as well, tapping his pen rather impatiently on the desk. Ulquiorra simply nodded in response as the other man continued on. "That, my brother, is known as an erection. Have you ever had one before?"Please wait
"Erection," the fourth Espada repeated, trying to test out how the word sounded upon his lips. "No, my genitals have never acted this way before."
"Hmm…" the scientist mumbled, trying to sort things out in his head. There were many beautiful girls in Las Noches—it wasn't uncommon for any of the Espada to sleep around with them. Szayel had always secretly wondered if Ulquiorra swung on the other side.
"My genitals have only ever ached around that woman, Orihime," Ulquiorra added, breaking Szayel's thoughts.
Well, at least Szayel didn't have to worry about Ulquiorra being homosexual anymore.
"Do you find her looks desirable, Schiffer-san?" the bubblegum haired male questioned as he quirked a brow.
"I have never once been attracted to any female for her looks," the younger man replied as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
"Orihime Inoue is beautiful. There is no denying that, Schiffer-san, and you know it. Even though that it may be, that may not be the sole reason you fancy her," Szayel grinned, continuing to jot things down on his notebook.
"I never said I fancied her," Ulquiorra nearly hissed. His patience was growing thin with Szayel. It was a mistake to have faced this particular Espada in the first place…
"It is a possibility, Schiffer-san. But her looks may not be the reason you desire her. Perhaps it's her charming personality," the eighth Espada said as he shifted his eyes from his notebook to Ulquiorra.
"You are mocking me again. I do not get erections from the girl's bubbly and annoying attitude. Either come to a plausible conclusion or I will leave, never to bring this discussion up again," the pale young male replied.
"Perhaps it's the situation. Maybe it is not that you are drawn to Orihime herself but the fact that she is your prisoner. This could potentially be a fetish. Oh, but do not worry! It is not at all uncommon for men to want to confine girls to a prison and force them to be their sex slaves. When you think about it that way, it all makes sense. Orihime Inoue is your slave and you're the master. If she disobeys your orders, you have the power to punish her in the kinkiest of ways—"
"Enough," Ulquiorra glared coldly at Szayel, causing the other male to shut his mouth instantly. "I have had enough of your foolishness, Granz. I do not wish to hear anymore nonsense from you. I am not sexually attracted to Orihime Inoue nor the situation. My body is just temporarily ill from some strange, unknown source. Apparently, you are not going to help me find a solution to my ailment."
With that said Ulquiorra stood up and headed towards the exit with swift movements.
"Schiffer-san! Wait!" Szayel called after him as he shot up from his seat, "Please! Just consider the possibility! It's the only way to explain your symptoms!"
"I do not wish to hear anymore," the fourth Espada stated in a dull voice.
"I had a feeling you wouldn't believe me…Good thing I came up with a back-up plan," the pink haired male quietly answered, reaching for a thick, heavy book upon his desk. "If you don't want to listen then at least read this. It might be of some use to you."
Ulquiorra stared reluctantly at the book, wondering if there was some sort of trick to all this. Why was Szayel so eager to help him? They were most definitely not friends and it even repulsed him that the man occasionally referred to him as his brother.
"Szayel," the pale fleshed boy asked, "Your determination to help me baffles me. What do you hope to accomplish by assisting me?"
Szayel shifted his eyes around the room nervously, "What ever do you mean, Schiffer-san? I'm only trying to help a brother in need. Is that so bad?"
Did the man take him for a fool? Something was definitely peculiar about the whole situation. Narcissists like Szayel only helped people when it benefitted themselves in some way. Even so, the man didn't appear to want to give his ulterior motive away.
With an aggravated sighed, Ulquiorra snatched the book away from the other Espada's hands. "I will be taking my leave now. I have much more important things to be doing then to be wasting my time with a fool like you."
Szayel just chuckled lightly at the insult, "Fool? Nay, I prefer to be called an evil genius."
"It is all the same to me," Numero Cuarto replied softly before exiting out the door.
The eighth Espada sighed heavily as he plopped down on his seat once more. He rubbed his temples roughly, groaning in the process, "What was Aizen-sama thinking? He must be crazy to believe this is going to work…"
Szayel's mind drifted back to what had happened just a mere three hours before. Aizen had summoned him to a secret meeting which was a very uncommon thing for him to do.
"It's almost time for Orihime Inoue's shower," Aizen had told him, "and I have an order for you to carry out."
"Yes sire'?" Szayel had responded.
"I want you to make a potion—think of it like a narcotic of some sort," Aizen began, "Make some sort of drug that will make Orihime Inoue appear irresistible to the opposite sex. Place it in her shampoo and body wash. Ulquiorra is the only one that will be present during that time so it shall only affect him."
Szayel had been mystified beyond all reason. Aizen-sama wanted him to create some sort of magic potion to make Ulquiorra sexually stimulated by her?! Not that he couldn't do it, of course. Aizen must've been fully aware of the insane experiments that the scientist spent most of his time on. Creating a tonic of something as simple as this will not take more than fifteen minutes at the most.
"As you wish, Aizen-sama. But may I have the pleasure of asking why?" Szayel had asked, bowing stiffly and politely as he did so.
"It is all a part of my plan, Szayel, however, that plan cannot be complete without you. I will tell you no more than that," his king had replied with a mischievous grin planted upon his lips. "Also, after you place the potion in her shower, go find him. I'm sure he'll be full of questions as to why his body responds so greatly to her. Convince him that he is attracted to Orihime Inoue—no matter what the cost. If he refuses to acknowledge that, then give his this."
Aizen placed a heavy book into Szayel's hands. The pink haired Espada nodded once as he inspected the hardback. The book had no title on the cover.
Szayel's eyes had then found Aizen's once more as he bowed in the utmost respect. "As you wish, my Lord."
Aizen had them dismissed him without another word.
Szayel reclined back in his chair, continuing to ponder on the day's previous events. He exhaled a heavy sigh as his voice broke through the silence, "Just what is this plan of yours, I wonder, Aizen-sama?"
Author's Note: I wonder what his plan is indeed! I hope you guys liked this chapter Let me know if there are any mistakes! Oh, and I DEEPLY apologize for the random mistakes in the last chapter. Apparently, something went wrong when I uploaded it to . Sentences like "Please wait" and "Image not available" were inserted at random parts. I did not type these but I did try to go back and get rid of them. Even so, it popped up more a few times…so I'm really sorry! I hope it doesn't EVER happen again….I hope you all had a wonderful Valentines Day and I'll update as soon as possible ^.^ As always, Read & Review!!