Ngoc Chau does not own Bleach

So this is the last chapter and there's another one afterwards that's sort of stuff I deleted but I thought would be good to post up. There's an epilogue too.

Enjoy the conclusion!

Nemu handed the clamps to her captain.

He attached it to the tank and strode briskly to the control panels. She went to the electric box opposite. "Now flip the switch, Nemu!" he ordered as he worked with the dials on the control panel.

"Yes, Mayuri-sama." she answered, following out his commands.

The little blue marble in the tank grew spastic, as though something inside it was trying to burst through. The elastic-like skin of the marble inside the tank moved as sparks and lightening coursed through it in the water. Whatever was inside didn't want to be contained any longer. They watched as from the little red marble, a person expanded. First the form stretched and the webbings grew thinner as the bones were more definite. Springing like a flower, the person took form.
It was the captain of the third division, or more specifically his false body. It was in need of repairs and modifications after an encounter with a Hollow that could drain away spirit energy. They regarded the gigai, having it in its form from its easy-travel condensed stage. Something seeped into the tank from the bottom, a strange red substance that moved like smoke in the waters and it enveloped the gigai.

Nemu waited patiently as Mayuri was putting in last touches to the repairs before leaving time to take care of the rest.

There was a sudden knocking at the door. Without having been asked, Nemu went to the door, asking him if he was ready to meet with a guest. Mayuri answered for her to wait a few more minutes then he would have her open the door. The knocking continued and it greatly annoyed her. She wondered if the person on the other side of the door realized that there were indeed persons in here and if they were not answering for the first five knocks, it was unlikely that they would answer if he continued knocking.
Nemu felt an instinct in her that Mayuri was finished and he was ready to receive the guest. She opened the door for him and he stepped out, obscuring her view of who it was that had been so patient to wait for them. He closed the door behind him.

Their voices were loud and heated on the other side.

She recognized the voice to be that of the Eighth's captain. He was asking something about blood and files.

Mayuri was telling him that there was paperwork to be done for it, that he had no right to simply come and ask for it just because he was a captain. No exceptions. Besides, he was no doctor, that was what the Fourth was for.

Still, Kyoraku-taicho insisted that Unohana-taicho had sent him to Mayuri, that patient files were at the Fourth but shinigami files were stored in one of the houses of the Twelfth.

Nemu did not hear anything else, much of it was muffled, but to some extent Mayuri finally relented. "Fine. But you better keep your word about this."

"Yeah, yeah! I promise. You have my word. I know better than to anger Kurotsuchi Mayuri of the Twelfth and his bombs." his tone was rather condescending, Nemu thought.

"Just wait out here and don't touch anything else. I'm amazed you made it this far in."

Nemu retreated away from the door. Captain business was none of her business. She went back to look at the effect of repair on the gigai. There was something rather ironic in false beings creating and repairing false beings, she thought. She was already well aware of what the Kurotsuchi were currently, as well as her parentage and their heritage.

As Nemu scanned over the physique of the gigai, she had to laughed a tiny "Heh" as her eyes stopped at a certain male endowment. Penis envy, indeed! Her thoughts went back to something she had read upon the other day. Rumours were spreading again and this time she felt inclined to look into it a little more, going to the Seireitei libraries and researching as much upon the ideas of the rumour.
It was ridiculous: a girl detesting her mother because the girl lacked a penis to sexually possess her, and so desired her father for she saw an alternate parent that she would only then be capable of embodying her mother and gaining the endowment she wanted first of all. So would that mean that it was actually the mother that the daughter was desiring, not the father in fact? The father was just a body then, was that it? That if she could not have her mother for herself, she would become the closest thing she could to her mother? Do what the mother did and so possess her another way?
Nemu did not understand her feelings entirely. But she knew herself well. She did not look in the mirror and imagine the woman before her, nor did she steal glances at the photo of the woman that Mayuri kept hidden in his shihakusho. She never met the woman, knew that she was crafted by her hands, but she only recalled Mayuri as her first memory. The woman did not exist for her, Mayuri was both mother and father to her and he was all that she wanted.

Her thoughts were disturbed when she heard the door opening and in walked Kyoraku-taicho. He scratched the side of his face lazily, "Oh? This isn't the bathroom?' He smiled goofily. "Ah, Fukutaicho-chan! I didn't know you were in here."

Nemu took a step back.

"Hey, hey! Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Your captain just left me out there and I'm bored and lonely. I just want someone to talk to." he explained himself.

Nemu saw no fault in that, but she balled up her fists just in case. He took a step around to look at the gigai in the healing tank and laughed. "Is it really to scale?" he chuckled.

Nemu nodded, "Yes, Kyoraku-taicho. Whenever the SDRI constructs its gigais, we always make sure that they are near perfect in appearances to whoever needs them."

He didn't add more to what she had said but was looking at her in the most peculiar way. She knew that it was not lust or want or longing in his eyes because she saw enough of those looks between others. The way he looked at her made her feel infantile, that he was humouring her in everything she did. He regarded her as though he had seen something new about her that he had not before and thought it adorable or thought it interesting. It was in no way licentious or illicit, and she had always felt as though he was very kind and observant, noticing things that would go unnoticed.

Mayuri's voice broke the spell of silent stares, "I thought I told you to wait outside and not touch anything."

She nearly jumped out of her skin, while Kyoraku-taicho calmly turned around to face Mayuri. "Well, you kept me waiting a long time and I was bored."

"That still didn't give you any reason to go into rooms that I didn't permit you to." Mayuri handed the file to Kyoraku-Taicho, muttering, "That amount better be wired into our funding."

"Yes! Don't worry so much! It's not like your funding is so little anyway!" he exclaimed. Taking the file, he tipped his straw hat to Nemu, "Nice talking to you, fukutaicho-chan."

Nemu bowed back in return, "It was nice seeing you, Kyoraku-taicho." Her braid slipped over her shoulder.

He turned to Mayuri and complimented, "Your little fukutaicho is just so cute! Reminds me of my Nanao-chan when she was young." She felt his eyes look over her, "And she's looking more and more like the old captain each day!" It was obvious that he was not intending to insult her, but to flatter her accordingly because everyone knew that the current Twelfth Captain had been very fond of his captain mother; yet his happy compliment did nothing for Nemu.

She cast her eyes to the ground as she felt Mayuri pat her head, "Yes. And that's why I keep her close." She felt her innards crumbling when he said that.

When Kyoraku-taicho left, Mayuri told her that they would be going back to their office, leaving the gigai to repair and later they would add in the modifications. She followed obediently behind him.

Their working day was mundane and ritual like to him, thus unneeded to go in depth over the staggering amount of paperwork that they had to overlook and the many subordinates that they had to manage. All throughout the day, Nemu blocked her own feelings and focused only on the tasks at hand, reacting as she ought to when interacting with different people. When she was not doing paperwork or doing the rounds throughout the labs to see how the real world was faring under the predator-like gazes of Hollows, she followed Mayuri closely as he worked or did his own rounds throughout the labs. As much of a diligent man he was and work-oriented, he did not so much enjoy paperwork as he did in lab work or calculations and so more than often put off his paperwork till the last moment: having to work tirelessly and enduringly throughout late nights.

Some were already going home, calling it a night. Mayuri was usually always the last one to leave the labs and the first one to arrive. She bid them all goodnight. Then Nemu went around the buildings of the SDRI and some of the Twelfth that were being used for its scientific community, she made sure that everything was in order and that everything was locked up for the night. Muffled roars echoed behind closed doors. Nemu was not at all afraid by herself for she had known the labs since childhood and felt at peace in it. The labs were where she had taken first breath and seen first sight, she was born in the very place and so it should not be fearful for her to return to it even during the quiet of night. Now there was only the matter of her captain, it was getting very late after all.

She entered into one of his main offices, he was at his computer typing. Even as she entered he did not stop, and she greeted him first as they were apt to do. He returned the greeting with her name. It was very late. She told him the time and asked him if he needed anything else.

Tea, he requested of her.

She went away and came back later with a pot of tea and a tea cup on a tray, she set it down next to him.

Though he complained that she should start learning how to make better tea, he still drank it all.

She stood behind in some silence. There were times that he would yell and call her an idiot for just standing around when there was work to be done. Other times he liked her to be around as he continued working, either at his own time or because there was some deadline. The blue of the screen illuminated him.

It was probably fifteen minutes later or maybe an hour later. He finally spoke to her again, "Go get me the rest of the paperwork on the shelf over there."

She obeyed and brought him the paperwork.

He stopped his typing to take the papers from her, complaining, "How can they expect a captain to do so much writing? A captain has better things to do than write out how many Hollows he kills a month and how many underlings he loses. Or they could at least send this out electronically instead of condemning those of us to waste the midnight oil writing."
Mayuri got up and she knew that he was heading to a better-lit office. She wondered briefly if he was planning to spend the night at the office again, he had done so the past few nights. And the deadline for the paperwork was due in another two nights. She could not imagine him putting off so much that he would work unceasingly for almost a week. She felt sleep coming over her and knew it would surely be coming over him as well.
"Are you getting tired, Nemu-chan?" he asked first.

She shook her head, "No, Mayuri-sama."

He muttered as he wrote, "You're lying."

She tried to remedy her error, "I apologize, Mayuri-sama."

There was the scratching of pen to paper and then his response, "Go home if you want to. It's a bad idea for you to be staying up as much as I do and I've noticed how it's affected your work. A tired lieutenant is no better than a useless one."

She desperately wanted to remark upon the comparison of an over-exhausted captain, but bit her tongue to keep it to herself. "I would like to wait until you are done." she told him.

He was indifferent, "Very well. Wait if you want, I'm not stopping you."

She waited longer and felt the effects of sleep to be even stronger. She could not imagine what it was like for him. Gaining some confidence, she asked him, "Mayuri-sama, would you like me to take part in your paperwork?"

He continued writing, not even looking up at her from his seat at his desk, "The Ninth found out a few weeks ago that I didn't write all of my paperwork and so they docked some of our funding as consequences." A pause between as he picked up a new sheet of paper to continue filling out his reports, "They were actually serious, calling it an offence and compromising information that could lead to the imbalance of the worlds. The fools." While one hand was writing, the other picked up another sheet and moved it towards her, "But I should also think it lucky that Kyoraku-san was here today and that he was desperate." He threw another pen onto the desk. "Try to do better in forging my signature at the very least."

Nemu eagerly began helping.

The extra set of hands ended up being significant for they were able to finish by one in the morning. Nemu assumed that he must've been very fatigued even after ingesting a few of his special pills to stay awake for he put up no resistance when, after she put away his paperwork and cleared his desk, she subtly held his hand and led him back to their barracks.

As soon as they entered their quarters, Mayuri flopped onto the sofa in the main room. He removed his zanpakuto from his obi and set it on the seat next to him; he then began removing as much as he could from him: the captain haori, the frame around his face, his scarf…. until he was wearing only his shihakusho, the obi discarded and his jacket and kosode parted slightly. She left him for a few moments and arrived with a tray of tea.

Again, he complained that she should at least read up on how to make good tea before she went about making more and he still drank every single drop of his cup. He set the cup on the ground and ran his painted hands through his blue hair. He sighed, "Nemu-chan. It's not just looking at you that makes me more tired, but when you're tired I feel even more tired. Come here. Sit." He sounded stern, not at all friendly as his words might've indicated. It was clear that he was irritated.

He had taken one side of the safa while his zanpakuto took up the other two places. She saw no alternative and so took a seat upon his lap. She saw him peek at her with an open eye that was not completely covered by his hand. Then she saw him close both eyes, his expression peaceful and serene.

"I don't want to do anything right now. Another time when I'm not so tired." His other hand moved to stroke her back affectionately and she leaned into him; her head tucked beneath his chin like at times when they slept, and her hands gripped the edge of his kosode. His nose touched her hairline, she felt him breathe deep. His lips brushed by the spot above her eyebrow. She sighed, listening to the metronome-like beat of his heart.

They had been lovers since the start of the year and he remained more or less indifferent to her charms. She knew that she was attractive and yet she felt horribly inadequate, sitting there in his lap. She would employ whatever she could to gain his attentions but he only bestowed upon her when he felt like it. She did not understand why he should not want her when she was offering herself to him eagerly whenever the opportunity presented itself. It had been more than a month since they had last copulated together. Desire swept itself through her core when she heard him slightly groan. The sound reminded her of past nights in bed together when he made the same sound as he mounted her, or when she sheathed herself over him, whenever she moved just right…. The sound made her want him more than ever and she involuntarily pressed her rear harder against his pelvis. There was another groan from him. The edge of her thumb touched his skin and she felt goose bumps rise from him.

"Nemu-chan." the suffix was used only in privacy between the two of them.

Her nose brushed by the side of his face as she looked up at him. "Yes, Mayuri-sama?" Desire was clear in her breathy voice.

"Stop moving like that. I have half a mind to push you off with all your pawing." albeit his voice was tired and gentle.

She ducked her head down and shut her eyes tight, "I apologize, Mayuri-sama. I will leave you, if you wish."

She so hoped that he would let her stay. He patted her back and began rubbing down the length of her spine. She felt pitiful. How could he sometimes act so gentle and then deny her? It was uncontrollable, this want of hers. She closed her eyes and gripped tighter onto the hem of his shihakusho. She could not stop herself from uttering his name.

His voice was hard, "I have already told you that I'm tired, you little slut."

Before she could offer any protest or apology, he clawed into the flesh of her arms and shoulders, and wrenched them upwards. He planted a brutal kill upon her lips. Though pleased to have him kiss her, there was a sharp pain to the gesture. She tasted the metallic tang of blood. When they parted so that he could breathe, she saw the unmistakable flecks of red on the side of his mouth.

"Ah!" she cried as his hands scratched down the length of her to the hill of her thighs.

He lifted the short skirt of her uniform and pulled away the white cotton panties she wore. It cut into her skin and she helped to take it off. It rested upon to the floor and she saw him adroitly release himself from his hakama. She raised herself up, preparing to impale herself upon him. But he was forceful, he was quick, and he was rough… Gripping her hips, he plunged her over him and she gasped loud, from the sudden shock of him entering her. She was not ready! He was already doing away with her. He moved in a certain way that hit a spot inside her, incited for her to toss her head back, the sides of it splitting. Her hands went to her temple and grabbed handfuls of hair.

She undulated, a cry of victory and at once submission. She screamed. She felt her pelvis involuntarily roll towards him and his arm wrap around her closer. The other crept up her stomach, whipping her wide obi away. Fwap! Her breath was momentarily squeezed out of her. The obi joined her panties on the floor. His hand cupped her breast. He gripped it harder and her head snapped back towards him. She muttered a high little, "Ah!"

They kissed. His tongue swept throughout her mouth, as though seeking more of the blood. He was often very painful in bed. She could hardly count the times that he was gentle. She could not explain or fathom why or how he could be so rough, so brutal, in this act when he was kinder in every other retrospect. He crushed her in his hold, almost wanting to hurt her. He brutalized her and she wanted him in any way she could get him. Her first time with him had been none too gentle either, he had taken her and it was an experience that made her feel used and abused. But she could never get rid of the memory of how alive he made her feel whenever they copulated together.

He brought her closer, her bare stomach rubbing against the fabric cloaked over him. Cat-like, she raked her nails over his shoulders, his neck, the sides of his arm. She wanted to hurt him as he was hurting her, the masochists' tango. He shuddered under her little claws, a hoarse exclamation that delighted her. How odd it was to love her father captain so and then want to see him like this. She called out his name, repeating it over and over again like it was some sort of mantra, the holy name of her God. She winced when she felt a pain below, and voiced it loudly in a shriek.

She was only aware of how tight he was holding her, how strong his arms seemed to be compared to her spine, that he could break her into two. She could feel his face over the surface of her chest, feel its contortions of his own agony in euphoria. She wished she could've seen it; see the eyes closed as though in torture, the grimace on the mouth, and the teeth bared. He groaned in that way she so loved and she immediately felt herself grew wetter. Then she felt herself to be more active in participation, ramming herself harder upon him that his groans grew louder. A hoarse breath from him sent shivers throughout her body. Ecstasy, the two were common in ecstasy. Another groan and she wanted to hear more.

"L-Like this, Mayuri-sama?" She arched into him and felt the warmth of his paints transfer onto her own perspiration-covered body, felt the drag of his nose and his chin on the curve of her belly. She could acutely feel him moving inside her, the part of him burrowing deep inside, planting itself within her flower. Fire burned upwards on the front of her, the skin stretching.

"God, yes, like that." his voice was ragged and husky. The feel of his teeth and tongue moving across the skin below her breasts as he spoke was delicious. The sounds they made was music and cacophony to her ears, a certain acquired tune that some innate sense in the two of them could only appreciate.

She felt his thrusting to slow, sure and harder, but slower than it had been in the beginning. A strange sound from the back of her throat escaped through her lips, a sort of choking sound. She could hear the clack of his teeth as he continuously moved and the huff of his breath. Then he was still. And she felt the moist below grow even more moist and smelled the distinct scent of the arduous amour. He trembled and breathed a long breath. She felt her ardour below to slowly die. The feeling was nice, him still inside her, and then he slipped out. He fell back onto the back of the sofa and reared his head back slowly. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him; the apple of his throat, his chin, the sharp jaw line, the spot below his cheek bones, above his brow. She brushed his hair clear out of his face. She thanked him and rested her head against his bare chest.

He chuckled. "I can't decide sometimes whether I should kill you or not. I can see your insatiable appetite being the death of me."

"Please, do not speak of yourself dying, Mayuri-sama." she begged him.

There was mirth in his voice, a sort of kinder afterglow from copulation. "Why not? Squeamish at the thought of death?" She knew that he was joking with that last statement.

"I do not want to think of you dying, Mayuri-sama. I'll die with you when the time comes." she confessed candidly.

"Don't say stupid things or people will begin to think you're stupid. I won't permit you to die, not for what I have planned in store for you."

"But I will not find the will to live without you, Mayuri-sama." She wondered if he knew how it tugged her heart to be telling him things like this, that they were not by any means the impressionable words of a girl in adoration, but they were the honest truth. That she would literally die without him; unable to survive in a world without his guidance and certainly without his presence.

"I'll give you a purpose to live when I'm gone." he told her, his voice utterly serious, "Understand this: people will always die. It's only natural to die, Nemu-chan."

If ever asked, she would truthfully answer that she hated it when he called her 'Nemu-chan'. Because she learnt long ago that that was his way of differentiating her from her mother. When he called her Nemu-chan, he was addressing her; when he called her Nemu, she knew him to be thinking of only one person there. Nothing was how it was with this man. Whatever affiliation given between her and her mother only served to deepen her depression about the situation; that he only wanted her because she was the closest thing he could have to the only woman he had ever wanted, that he did not want her for herself but for other selfish reasons. The thought was humiliating for Nemu, who wanted him only for herself: wanted only him to see her and not the face of a dead woman.

"Are you thinking about your captain right now?" she asked, the thoughts pestering her so much that she finally had to voice it. She could take his harsh kisses and his abuse when they were together, finding pleasure in the agony and pain. But she could not understand why she would want to hurt herself this way: ask a question she knew the answer to and that hurt her. She always knew his answers and she only asked to put her mind at ease, no matter how nauseous it made her to hear.

"Yes." he told her. Her heart was close to breaking at that realization.

She tightened her hold on his shihakusho. "Did you think about her when we were…" 'fucking?', her voice trailed off, trying to think of some better way to phrase it.

He answered without her finishing, "Yes." His honesty, though much appreciated, was sometimes too brutal for her. She thought that he could've at least lied to her, she wouldn't mind it now at that moment. "And you're bothered by that." he added.

Yes, she wanted to say but she could not confess it so easily. Nonetheless, she knew that he could feel that she was uncomfortable.

"Nemu-chan, I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that I wouldn't go to her if she was here right now. No matter what, I would always choose her over you." She nodded her head, "Yes, Mayuri-sama." His hand cupped her chin and raised her face up to face him. She was at once entranced by his copper eyes and disturbed by how deep and penetrative they could be. "It's because she came first that I think of her before you. That's the way of the world." She thought of how unfair it was, that she should lose to a dead woman only because she was late for him.
He continued lecturing her, his eyes burning through her and appeared to be boring into her skull, "You may think that it's only because I know you that I can tell how you would react, but know that I also understand what you feel. You think you're the only one right now to feel that way? She was my captain and she belonged more to me than anybody else, but she was also his lieutenant and her heart and soul belonged to him then. I know what you're feeling right now and I'm not going to humour you by telling you that you're who I think about when I fuck. What will lying serve? You're here because I want you here, nothing more."

It was all pouring out now. "Then there is no hope? You will never love me as you loved her?" she restrained herself from crying. He never liked to see tears.

"I never loved her. I wanted her like a man wants food and water. I needed her like a man needs air and reason. But I never loved her."

It was hardly a comfort to Nemu. "I will always do what I must to please you. And" she gained her confidence to hold his face and narrow her eyes at him. She kissed him hard on the lips and he returned the kiss. They parted. Calm and austere, she told him, "I will never give up." 'to be your number one.' She rested her head against him and resigned herself to sleep.

An impossible goal, but nothing was impossible because it meant perfection and he always told her that nothing was perfect. She was determined that one day he should see her brighter and better than the captain he knew before. Was it not the way of the world, for the child to one day outclass the parent? Did he not surpass his own father?

As though he had read her mind, she heard his dare out of the stillness when she thought that he had fallen asleep too, "I'd like to see you try. "

So, they're already lovers at this bit. It's already been maybe twenty years since the last chapter, but Nemu looks like a 16-19 year old while Mayuri looks to be in his early to mid thirties.

Um... I don't really know what else to say. Truthfully, this didn't turn out as well as I had hoped and I consider it a miracle that I even got a single review on this... Sorry in advance if this was a let down... Um... critique if you want but be kind about it, nice... Shit, I really wanted the ending to be like, "And the cycle continues" or something along those lines... because it does continue. Mayuri cloned himself as a precaution because he didn't want to die and raised Nemu because she was the daughter he strived to have(see Prompt: Father). Nemu raised the clone because she didn't want to live in a world where Mayuri wasn't there and so cloned herself afterwards because Mayuri's clone formed an attachment to her as she did for the orginal Mayuri and she wanted someone to be there for him even if it was not her. Clone Mayuri raises Clone Nemu because he loved the original Nemu and will clone himself too to give Nemu a reason to live. And so on... After the original Mayuri and Nemu, it then becomes a sort of tradition to clone each other because that's what it's always been like...

I hope you guys enjoyed this.

But um... tell me what you think.