My blood ran free from my shoulder. I did not understand this Mayuri character. Why would he try to kill me when he said he wanted to experiment on me? Besides, I hated fighting. I never learned how to sword fight, because I preferred to learn meditation. In a nutshell I was a scholar, not a fighter.
"Arrancar! Why won't you fight me? Don't you want blood like the rest of your kind?"
"Why would I want blood from someone I don't even know?!" I yelled out.
I hadn't even drawn the sword at my hip from its scabbard! I hurt all over and could barely stand, yet this bastard still wanted a fight?! He knew my condition too. I could tell that the injections he gave me earlier were monitoring me.
He gave me a bewildered look and I felt chains from the floor wrap around my legs. He tapped that one finger nail against his cheek and muttered, "Maybe I can fight him later, but right now I must enter this information into my notebook."
He yelled out suddenly, "NEMU! GET IN HERE NOW!"
The lady in question appeared in the doorway, moments later. She had black hair cropped short and necklength. Around her neck was a red collar. Her eyes were a pale green and her eyelids drooped halfway. She stood with her hands clasped in front of her and her head drooped. He immediately strode up to her angrily and slapped her! I was in shock! Why would he hit her unprovoked?!
"Why were you not here earlier?! Usually you get here before I even finish my sentence?"
While he said these words, I could feel my anger boiling. I felt something melt from my cheeks and watched as my hatred turned the chains black and broke them apart. I ran toward him, my hatred covering my legs, making them lighter. He turned toward me and stood in shock as I slung out my arm, catching him in the cheekbone. I could feel it crumble beneath my fist. I watched him fall and tumble over and over again. I stood next to Nemu and felt adrenalin pump through my system. I panted and glared hatefully at him.
"What kind of man hits a lady?! An asshole, that's what!"
The words came out as a scream of justification. He sat up and listened to my words in shock. I saw reflected in his eyes the form I was taking, and stopped. I let the anger dissipate. The black demon wings dissipated, and my heart began to hurt.
I dropped to my knees and felt my lungs and heart begin to be consumed again. Shoving my hand into the hole hurt, but not as much as the hatred devouring my heart. Ripping the hatred off hurt more, but I bore it once more. It entangled itself around my hand, but not before Mayuri trapped it in a jar. I felt the linoleum against my face and passed out.