Okay, I've finally gotten around to posting up another chapter. I'm sorry for the wait, and am sad to say this will not be the last one. As you probably know, I have other fanfictions, as well as a deviantart account and a life. So updates will e once every month, twice if you're lucky.

Thank you to all the reviewers! I really appreciate that someone is taking the time to comment on my fanfiction! ^^

Also, this chapter is a little, um, bloody. Don't like, don't read. Except do read. If you've gotten this far, please continue.

Disclaimer: I own Bleach now. Tite Kubo's got nothing on this.

...no, not really.

Enjoy!

Mayuri Kurotsuchi stood in the back of the wedding reception, uncomfortable in a dark tuxedo. His hands moved up to straighten his tie before remembering that said tie was already straight, and the last time he had tried to straighten it, he had nearly taken his eye out.

A wave of repulsion rolled through his body as he heard the fate-changing vows, and looked away a little too late as Ishida pressed his mouth against Nemu's. He glanced to the right, scowling.

"Oh, why am I even here?" the scientist muttered irritably to himself. "Nemu, not to mention the rest of the guests, would foolishly attack me if they even knew I was here. Everyone would be much happier if I was just back in my laboratory!"

But the captain of the twelfth company hadn't gone into the lab for a few weeks now. Not since after the announcement.

"Stupid girl!" Captain Kurotsuchi growled, cutting into his specimen with a scalpel. He barely head the screams of the Hollow; consumed in his own thoughts. "Worthless piece of trash...and that Quincy boy!"

Mayuri stabbed down, hard. The Hollow shrieked and blood gurgled out of the wound, staining Mayuri's hands. He hardly noticed it and continued slicing around the organs; first the heart, and just missing the liver.

"Getting careless...all Nemu's fault..."the scientist growled bits of his thoughts aloud. "...marriage...ungrateful daughter..."

As Mayuri grew more agitated, his strokes grew stronger. Instead of gently(a term used VERY lightly here) cutting out the Hollow's collarbone, he missed and ct off the Hollow's head with one great sweep of the scalpel.

"Damn it! he shrieked loudly. Akon, his third seat, nervously poked his head around into the lab.

"Sir, is everything - "

"GET OUT! OUT!"

Akon closed the door quickly, avoiding the bloody tools thrown at his head. Most were now impaled on the door, though some had slid down to the floor. Captain Kurotsuchi let out another loud noise of frustration, and kicked the operating table. Though his foot stung, he barely noticed it in his rage.

"Stupid! Idiot! Fool! Stupid!" he yelled furiously at the decapitated Hollow. Someone cleared their throat behind him, and he spun around, gripping Ashisogi Jizo's handle.

It was Nemu.

"Hello, Mayuri-tou," she said quietly. Captain Kurotsuchi's eyes narrowed.

"You!"

He lunged at Nemu with his zanpaktou, and she nimbly jumped out of the way. "You are no daughter of mine!"

"That may be so, but all members of the 13 Court Guard Squads were invited to the wedding." Nemu tossed him a rectangular envelope, which landed at his feet. "Which includes you."

"Again, Nemu, you have forgotten your place. Rip, Ashisogi Jizo!" Mayuri's eyes flicked from the invitation to the black-haired female as he released his zanpaktou. "You are still my lieutenant. You still have to obey me."

Nemu shook her head, a small smile gracing her lips. "No, Mayuri-tou," she said softly. "You are wrong. Captain Yamamoto has given me temporary leave of absence to prepare for the wedding. And to decide whether I would like to stay lieutenant of Squad Twelve."

"Temporary -?! Switching companies?!" Mayuri spluttered. "You...you can't switch! I am your creator! Your father! You are my daughter!"

Nemu looked into his eyes, green meeting gold. "You just stated I am no daughter of yours. Which is it? I cannot be both."

Nemu dodged another swing of Ashisogi Jizo. "You can decide. If I am your daughter, than you will come to the wedding. You have three months to decide. You always liked a long time period to complete a project, didn't you, Captain?" Nemu shunpoed to the door. "Good- bye."

She left.

And shortly after that, Mayuri Kurotsuchi left the laboratory. Not to follow her, but to go to his room, "Can't a man get any rest around here, with Squad Eleven throwing loud obnoxious parties EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, none which I'm invited to, I may add!" his excuse. But as he got to his room and took off his make-up, the scientist didn't even try to sleep.

He sat on his bed and thought.

The same scientist was still thinking. He prided himself on never showing any emotions besides passion for his work and anger. And, of course, the maniacal laughter which had earned him the reputation of a lunatic. So to show...concern...for Nemu, was, well, unthinkable. Impossible.

But Mayuri Kurotsuchi also prided himself on proving the impossible possible. He was, after all, a scientist.

Nemu. Or not Nemu.

I will decide only when the opportunity comes for me, Captain Kurotsuchi decided in his head, still scowling, and leaning against the wall.

"And now for the traditional father-daughter dance!"

The ministers words rang in his ears, and Mayuri Kurotsuchi swore he would make that minister pay for providing the opportunity to choose.

Yes! Done!

I don't know what you think, but I think I did a pretty good job of keeping ol' Captain Clownface in character. Anger management issues and all.

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As inspiration strikes. ~Spottedmask77