Written by Kurohane Ookami
He was two when he learned how to speak.
He was four when his parents realized he was a mathematical prodigy.
He was seven when he was hospitalized in the Institution.
He was considered a freak, a creature that was to be hidden away from the world. How could he know what he was doing was considered 'insane'? He was a seven year old boy who literally could not stop writing the numbers.
Eventually, he was locked in a padded cell, where he continued to write the equations and numbers, things that couldn't even be described by even the most advanced scientists or mathimatical genius' of their time.
He was seventeen when he tore open his own wrist with his teeth, using the blood to smoothly trace the numbers along the pristine white. The orderly on hand, luckily, had been keeping a close eye on him, and had managed to get him medical attention before he would bleed out.
After that, they made sure to muzzle him like some kind of dog, taking care to never let him loose again.
But still, mysteriously, the muzzle was discarded every morning when the alarms went off. Still, the writing continued.
And the madness that burned within his veins roared like a thousand wolves.
He was twenty-nine when he died. Alone, without anyone to notice or care. He'd starved himself, driven mad by the flickering figures and numbers that had been flashing before his eyes his entire life. He had never known the compassion of a human being until the day he died.
There was only one person there to say good-bye. The older brother he had barely known and turned to when he had been scared and alone. The only person in the entire world who cared that he was gone.
But how would he know? He barely even remembered his own name, in the end.
'Szayel Aporro Granz.
Destined for Greatness.
A loved brother.'