Ngoc Chau does not own Bleach
So... here it is!
Plus it contains Mayuri's backstory.
What had happened?
The memory was a blur and all she could recall was that they had gotten home and there were some heated words from Mayuri about something, about her.
She had tried to calm him down, to pacify him in case he might do something rash and regretful. Then some unexpected force had passed that they were now lying in the hallway, tangled up in each other and their clothes, not yet having reached any of their bedrooms.
The hardwood floor was rough on her knees. She was on her belly, clawing at the floor fruitlessly. She mewled as Mayuri peeled away more of her shihakusho from her back. He dragged his face down the length of her spine, his tongue flicking out to lick at her. She felt his leg push against the back of her thigh and she grew wetter at the touch. His hands slipped beneath her clothes; one hand found her breasts and rolled the nipple between his tips, the other forced its way under her obi into her hakama to rub at her womanhood. She cried at the sensuality of it.
She begged him to wait for her.
He growled that he would not wait, that he had already waited enough and would not for any longer.
She twisted her body to face him as he moved higher on her body. Did she do that? Did she encourage him further by stripping his kosode and jacket from his thin painted shoulders in blind passion? She matched him that her own had been removed by him. They looked at each other for some time. She scanned her eyes over what could be seen of him, looking for what she recognized.
His head dove to kiss the hill of her breasts and she sighed contentedly at his caresses.
I want you. Let me touch you. Please. You are the only one. There is no other. Yes! His thoughts invaded hers and she happily returned them. A medley of thoughts. Yes! Yes! Do you like it? Yes! Kiss me there again! You feel so good! Put your hand there! Harder! Closer! Yes! Just like that! Hold it right there! Yes, that feels amazing! So good! Higher! Like this, like this! Wait.
Their clothes were completely gone from their bodies, making comfortable bedding upon the floor. Upon her back, Mayuri poised above her body and seemingly eager to get on with it, she aided him in physically demonstrating how he was to enter, her hands secure around his shaft. She opened her legs wider, the knees raised high over the level of his spine, and she joined the two of them together. He shook as he ventured inside her. She felt him move inside and she gave hearty groans of approval.
He trembled all throughout. The paints upon his body were smeared by her clawing hands, his hair was dishevelled as those same hands of her tangled themselves in his blue locks. She felt him handle her hips, wanting to proceed with this on his own. She would always be ready to let him experiment, learn what there was in using another's body for his own pleasure. She needn't smother him in every little thing.
He continued his thrusting into her, she made sure to bring her hips up to meet his in order to make sure that his first time would be very enjoyable and that he was fully pleasured. His movements were erratic and different from the last and next, testing waters with each other. Their bodies moved together in some innate primitive dance that was clumsy, coarse, and rough. But she relished the release in each other.
His lips moved from her mouth to the side of her neck, nipping there and his grunting went off like cannons close to her ear. Finally, his body seemed to freeze itself over her and she felt the familiar shaking of him, the waves that moved throughout his body. He fell atop her and she sighed into his shoulder, kissing him there and the skin by the base of his ear-cones. She thought that he would fall asleep as his father often did whenever moments of passion came over him. But she was wrong.
Instead, she was surprised to see him rise to his own two feet and carry her as though she weighed nothing to him. His eyes looked into and through hers. They entered the doors of the closest room that held a bed within, which incidentally was his room.
He gently set her down upon his bed and proceeded by giving great attention to the length of her legs that dangled over the edge. Her eyes were focused intensely on the sight of his lips, brushing first by the ball of her heel. Then they slid down her calf, the pink of his tongue poking out between the painted lips black and white. Starting from beneath the knee, he placed quick, soft kisses that made her stomach jump every so often. Closer and closer, down the measure of her thigh his tongue protruded out and lapped at her as though she were a piece of candy for him. He passed over the triangle of her below and rested his chin at her bellybutton, placing another kiss there before he climbed up onto the bed to join her.
She moved to accomadate him and so that he should have some room to move about. Obviously, he was feeling more emboldened for he was forceful to already grab a hold of her thighs and hips and arrange them so that he should easily move in between and closer. Though he had fumbled at first, he was able to enter into her once more and she gave a cry to the fulfillment of him.
He seemed so much more sure of himself, his hands moved agonizingly slow over her drenched skin as he moved in and out of her. Hitting a magic spot inside of her that resulted in her squirming beneath him and begging him to give more to her. The bed offered more chances to be flexible than the floor did and she arched into him to incite him to go in deeper while he followed the bend of her body. A human S upon the bed. It was not so long later that the two of them reached a climax and remained tangled in each other on the bed. Nemu rubbed Mayuri's back with a contented smile drawn on her lips. He was lightly snoring, and she realized him to have exhausted himself.
As much as she wanted to remain in his arms and sleep the rest of the night away with him, the nagging feeling that there was a mess out there in the hallway bothered her most acutely. And she knew that it would not go away until she cleaned up the mess.
Carefully, she loosened Mayuri's arms around her and got up from the bed. He remained sleeping. She had to smile at how ardent he had been to the point that it seemed that nothing could wake him up but his own will. Nemu could not help but look back upon the sleeping face of her son and so bent over his form to place a kiss upon his cheek as she got off the bed. While doing so, she was greeted by the warmth of his body and so hesitated in leaving him.
She was not so sure if she would - if she should - return to his arms once the mess was taken care of.
She went out to clean up the bundle of clothes they had left behind. As she put them in the hamper to be cleaned, her feet had already taken her back to her room. She took notice of her surroundings as she wore her hiyoku to cover up her nudeness. Then Nemu was tempted for some fresh air before she allowed sleep to overcome her. She opened up the window in her room and swiftly swung outside. She managed to shimmy up onto the roof and seated herself comfortably.
Looking up, feelings of nostalgia rose up in her while gazing at the full autumn moon. And then she thought back to him, to Kurotsuchi Mayuri. A tear rolled down her cheek and she quickly dried it.
She had never imagined he could die.
She was always ready to throw down her life for him that the thought had never occurred to her that he was capable of dying one day. One moment he was there, and the next he was gone. She did not like to dwell upon the circumstances of his death for she feared that if she remembered it, she would go utterly mad from grief. It was enough for her, just bearable enough, to accept the fact that he had died and was gone.
Just the words alone in her head, 'He died.' was more than enough for her. Anymore added would have her become a lunatic and break into pieces that no one could ever possibly put back together.
Akon had served somewhat in only momentarily numbing the pain and taking care of the division as she grieved and mourned for her father. But between that, the sadness was so intense that often then she had considered taking her own life in the hopes of either rejoining her father or being set free from the hurt.
What had stopped her?
Oh yes, everybody who thought she would do just that. They kept her under close monitor, even gagged her to make sure that she should not bite through her own tongue and drown in her blood. It was all a blur during that period of her existence; dark nights gazing up at the skies, fleeting dreams when she could see his face again, moments of frenzy when she lost sense of herself.
And then came the day when it would all change.
He had left a will, he had foresaw the day that he would not be around anymore, that she would eventually outlive him.
Everything was to be left to her, it had read.
She was the lieutenant after all of the Twelfth and its daughter organization. She heard the snickers, the doubts that she would be able to lead both of them. She believed them, what was she to do without the only person who she had always looked to for guidance.
Hinamori was the only one that gave her support. Nemu expected as such for she had gone mad herself after Aizen had betrayed them all. The two lieutenants were suddenly understanding of each others' madness and circumstances. Hitsugaya supported Nemu for he also supported Hinamori.
Everything would be left by her, nothing excluded.
She became a very influential and wealthy person in one reading.
But, the reader of the will concluded, this was only one half of the will that Kurotsuchi Mayuri had prepared and left behind. The rest of it laid in whatever room that the key opened, the will reader told her as he presented the key to whoever would take it for her.
Nanao held onto it, she had recalled, then handed it to her.
When had she finally decided to look for the room?
Was it when Akon prompted her to do it for the Chief? Was it when the scientists at the SDRI were so fed up with their curiosity that they were demanding she find out what else had been left to her? Was it when she had received in the mail a written letter from her late captain, penned so many years ago and meant to be delivered upon a quarter-year after his recorded death, that ordered if she hadn't found the room now she was being ordered as the last wishes and commands of her captain to do so.
Even gone, there existed an instinct in her that felt as though he was directing her to where this hidden room was. It was in his office, another level below it and completely devoid of life. Dust coated everything and she wondered when he had been in that room himself long ago. It seemed that no one else but him had occupied and used the room. This was something that not even their colleagues knew about, she thought, a complete secret even from her that only he harboured. She was fearful that perhaps she should not be there after all.
Upon closer inspection, it was no room but a lab. There was a sole metal slab where the subject would've been strapped to. All the walls were lined with monitors and computers. A shelf of tools and other ornaments meant for their work rested in some far off corner. And then at the very front of the room was a series of specimen jars, all of them appeared to be meant to house creatures of great size, particularly human size. But not all of them were empty. No. In the very center of the series was body. And she had cried at the sight of it. No, she had cried at the sight of him. Without even realizing it, she had come close to the tank to closer inspect the being inside.
At first, she had thought him to be hidden away, that his death had been faked. But on closer inspection, she realized that it was not him. Not a single scar adorned his body and the being inside looked very very young. Not like the man she remembered, but the ghost of him: a child of him. The blue hair was the same as she remembered, perhaps this one looked to be a little more downy. The complexion was still dark, though this one was not as dark as he had been. Then she was taken aback as the being inside opened his eyes, and then slowly closed them as though returning to sleep. Well, the eyes were the same.
She didn't know what she was thinking then, but her first courses of action was to properly drain the tank and get him out of there. When she finally got him out, her heart melted for him. He was a child! And how closely he resembled her creator!
Promptly, she had brought him to the division barracks and set him up with clothes that she ordered for his size. Why, the top of his head had barely reached her hip. For the first month, Nemu had kept him a secret installed him into an ample sized room filled with books and bedding. She visited him by the hour, making sure that he was comfortable and in want of nothing. He was so like a child: quiet and shy. He seldom said anything and when he did it was, "I'm hungry" and "I'm tired." She had thought it adorable when he was tired for he would always cry when she was not there and she would have to stay until he fell asleep. Suffice it to say, she thought herself adequate in taking care of him. It was not so difficult for he was a quiet sleeper and his mental development was surprisingly quick.
The comparison was vast for when she had first brought him into their home, he was virtually incapable of anything by himself, always requiring her assistance for the most basic of living and needs. Yet at the end of the month, he was independent enough to take care of his own toiletries like brushing his teeth, stating his thoughts in coherent sentences, and walking by himself. She thought it quite grand and regretted that she had not birthed the child herself.
It had been a month since she had found the room and another ancient letter penned from her late captain was delivered to her.
It was as though he knew that she had obeyed his will for the letter began with the sentence, "Now I've given you a son."
The details that followed was that he was just like her, born from the results of false soul and false body experimentations and trials. He had used his blood again as a basis and so the child was her creator's first son and second child, her creator's second incarnate; her own brother, her uncle, her son. He wrote that she was to raise the child to one day lead the Twelfth Division. Instructions to further raise the child would be delivered next month.
His last words of the letter was that, "I'm giving you the son that you could not ever hope to bear. Take care of him and raise him well. I believe I can trust you with that at the very least. Don't fail me."
And then what?
History, it was.
The following year, she had worked hard to pass the Captain Proficiency Test and Akon returned her post to her as the leading head of the SDRI and the Captain of the Twelfth. They were both left to and intended for her rather than Akon so it would make sense that she lead instead of him.
She steadied being a captain and a mother.
Once the child, Mayuri she named for his father, had developed well enough to do more than basic functions, to be able to learn and observe the work that his father had lived for, she introduced him as her son first before she introduced him as the son of her father. She took great pride in his swift growth of mind and body.
For the first few years before she placed him in the academy, he had stayed hidden behind her white haori, clinging to her and hiding away from prying eyes. One day he would be timidly waiting for her as she worked, the following week he would already be taking command over the subordinates who had been overlooked because of their exceptionally low ranks that the senior scientists had not cared to notice. He learned from the very beginning how to take control and employ it.
Though she had not enjoyed it, she was obligated to place him in the Academy before she could bring him into the Gotei 13. He had completed the entire curriculum and graduated three years upon entering.
When he gained his zanpakuto and attained shikai, she more than happily promoted him to be her lieutenant. Then came his modifications at his own insistence.
More years passed too quickly for her to recount and now it was almost Mayuri's turn to do what his father had intended for him.
It was a very strange turn that her life had gotten. The man she thought who would never die did. The role she would never expect to become hers was coveted by her. The son she thought she would never have was with her.
Her thoughts were disturbed when she heard the familiar title. "Taicho!"
Nemu turned her attentions to Mayuri. The full moon did a wonderful job of illuminating everything below it. She wondered if he had looked into a mirror before he had gotten up because his hair was unusually neat, brushed out of his face, and his paints still covered him thinly despite how vigorous they had been with each other. He had slipped on his hiyoku. She caught dew upon him, the robe clung to his thin frame damply.
She inched herself closer to the window where he was leaning out of.
"Taicho! What are you doing out there! Get in here! That's dangerous! If you think I'm going to heal you if you fall off the roof at this late hour, you must be delusional!" He hissed.
Although his voice was getting harsher, he held his arms out for her, his knee already on the ledge of the window. She was careful to enter into his arms swiftly so that they would both not fall out into the streets below.
As she crawled into his arms, she felt his fingers grip into her and she was swept off her feet as he pulled her into the room. He continued holding her close to his body, she confronted the fact that Mayuri had surpassed her in height, she could tuck her head beneath his nose. There was the familiar smell of ice and chemicals. He was so very warm, very warm indeed that she wanted keep his skin close to hers at all the time.
In the dark of the room, their lips sought each others'; while she kept her hands clenched into his hiyoku, his were busy fondling her rear. She moaned into his mouth. At this, she felt him push her against the wall of the room. He grunted into her neck, his hands seeking out her naked breasts then.
"Mayuri-sama!" she gasped.
And she was no longer the captain of the Twelfth Division, an aged woman; but she was a girl again at his touch, young and nubile.
She screamed his name, "Mayuri-sama!" as he rammed himself inside her.
Both of them hot and impassioned, tangled into each other and cloth.
She eagerly let loose affections that she had kept from him and he greedily gorged himself on it.
According to the Bleach wiki, it takes 6 years to complete the shinigami academy and those who finish earlier are considered prodigies. I'm not saying that Mayuri is some prodigy shinigami, I'm just saying that besides the fact he's smart, he's also ambitious and a quick learner like his father and the ccircumstances that he develops very quickly as opposed to the fact that both mental and physical aging are rather slowed down for shinigami; this Mayuri would just breeze through everything.
Also, the reason why he's... so energetic... well, it's because he's young. He's young and he's finally gotten the woman of his dreams, so he's not going to waste any opportunity now. His father was always passionate when he was extremely tired; and he was old, so that would make sense how he would be able to keep up with one go. But this Mayuri is young, he's not exactly tired yet, so I thought it would make sense for him to be able to keep going...
Also, we have just witnessed his deflowerment!
To clarify something too. Nemu kept him first with her in the Gotei 13 until it came to the attentions of some of the shinigami captains and Council 46 that despite the fact that he was growing rather quickly, he should still be placed in the academy as she was. Yes, Nemu was also in the academy. he graduated quicker than they could've thought and so Nemu was glad to take him back into the Gotei 13.
There's sort of an afterthought from Mayuri's view after this chapter, then there's the ending chapter, and then there's a "Special Features" chapter with stuff that I had to edit out of this fic because it didn't match the flow. Wow, we're almost done!
So... what did you think?