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To break is all I know
Chapter 27: Tears of pain
"I'm not a child … I told Ichigo a long time ago. I am not a child and I do not need your protection anymore. Stop! Stop strangling my freedom! Stop cutting my wings from roots! Just stop it, because it hurts too much!
And he stopped … he let me go, he released me from the cage he had kept me hidden from the world along with Yuzu. He did it knowing that I'll be careful, that I won't stumble and I won't falter in my way. Even if I did neither of them, my path had been altered by an implicit destiny, a cruel destiny which made one sole purpose from me: to destroy me, to break me until it was nothing left, but ash.
My destiny threw me into his opened arms and that was the moment of my ultimate demise. And I embraced it without faltering … what a stupid girl I've been.
I made the one mistake of believing in him, of believing he is a human, a friend, a lover and … a god. I believed he was my god, my sun, my one and only. I gave him my heart, my body my entire soul and now I am left with nothing.
Who is to blame, but me? Him? No.
It's a mistake that cannot be forgiven by Soul Society, by my family, by Jinta and Urahara, but they do not matter since I can run away anytime and leave them behind with their regrets and stupid ideals … Still there is one person that I will never forgive me… myself"
Kurosaki Karin's diary
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"I cannot say I missed this place" mumbled Aizen.
He was in a high state of nerves, state induced more or less by being away from his personal source of happiness. Not being the type to falter over his decisions, Aizen didn't feel much when being put face to face with leaving the human world. Even before it happened there was a 90% chance of being found out and he knew that, better than he would have liked.
Plus he should have left after 6 months, when his strength was right back at its peak and his annoying gigai didn't have enough strength to suck it all at once. Why he remained in the human world, against all common sense and logic, was quite obvious. It started with a "ka" and it ended with "rin"
He released an annoyed sigh, and proceeded to study his surroundings.
His steps echoed unearthly in the empty hall, making him cringe in disgust.
During his reign that hall was the most agglomerated part of Los Noches, the place where Arrancars spent their afternoons, talking with each other and sharing hideous jokes; jokes only they could find funny. But now it was oozing a certain type of emptiness Aizen had never been aware of before. He looked around searching for another life form, yet none seemed to appear on his radar. It was a void once filled by his Numeros, most of them killed in the Winter War.
He arrived at the big doors of the throne room. Without knocking, he pushed then open in a swift, albeit elegant, manner.
"Grimmjow"
Blue eyes, sheltered behind equally blue eyebrows stared at him.
"I knew sooner or later you would come here Aizen. It was just a problem of time before you decided to abandon the human world and make your presence known in Hueco Mundo" Aizen's only response was a simple flick of the hand "Why are you here?"
"I see you've become the King of Hueco Mundo. If I had known Barragan could be so easily replaced, I wouldn't have bothered to make him my subaltern." Grimmjow bared his teeth, sneering dangerously at the other, while Aizen remained unimpressed
"Why are you here?"
"I thought it was quite obvious King-sama" the mockery hidden behind the sama didn't remain unnoticed "But for once I'm not in the mood to squash you like the bug you really are, so get out of my way."
'His personality seemed to have suffered some changes, but I will not go down as easily as he might think'
Grimmjow growled ferociously "I'm not as weak as before."
"I can feel. Your reiatsu is on par with your predecessor, you could even give Stark a run for his money, but in comparison you lack self control" the King barked and dashed towards him "and agility" he added when Grimmjow appeared behind him "and brain."
Aizen unsheathed his sword and blocked Grimmjow's strike, which in return stared him down with an angry stare. The ex-leader raised an eyebrow at the other's strange behavior.
"I will not lose"
It took a little while for Aizen to remember combat, but not as much as much as he had expected prior to his arrival. He had a feeling it had something to do with the training he gave to Karin. Even if it didn't involve reaitsu (he could not risk releasing his energy in the middle of the most guarded city on the surface of the planet) it was the physical part that kept him in shape; and having Karin there to attack in different ways, always challenging his intellect in so many ways.
Aizen wondered how Karin would be on the field if she had Grimmjow's speed. Probably much better, he decided after blocking an awkward supposed-to-be-a-slash. While Grimmjow was repetitive in his battle attacks, therefore rigid and a liability, Karin was the opposite: flexible, molded herself around the opponent's style, never having a certain pattern, yet neither a certain strategy. She was random.
As Grimmjow's sword approached him, Aizen released an exasperated sigh. He grabbed the sword with his bare hands, then punched the Arrancar in the gut; then, unceremoniously, stepped on Grimmjow's head.
"I don't want to repeat myself, so next time I tell you to get out, you'll get out or there will be no part left of you to do so." Grimmjow barked something unintelligible
"Nelliel" commanded Aizen to the woman stepping through the opened doors.
"Yes Aizen-sama" she answered reticently, looking worriedly at the King's motionless body.
Throwing another look at Grimmjow, Aizen removed his foot from his previous position and turned around
"Take this animal out of my sight"
"Of course Aizen-sama" she bowed deeply and helped Grimmjow regain his equilibrium, who in return, shoved her away and stormed out.
Throwing a half repressed angered look after him, Nel excused herself and left the room.
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"Karin!" screamed Ichigo from the dining room "Come here right now! I need help with this stew Yuzu told me to supervise" then his tone became dark "and trust me: If I don't get help in this instant our kitchen will be no more."
First steps echoed from the stairs and then Karin appeared in the doorframe, black hair wrapped in a braid hanging over her right shoulder. She wore the usual apathetic expression that made her look much older than she really was. Maybe it was from the physical change or from being awake for too long, but her eyes seemed to have some sort of languid lifelessness swarming inside them.
"Karin" whispered Ichigo carefully, like he was trying not to wake her from a deep slumber "Did you catch a cold again?"
"Yeah"
"It's the second time this month." commented the brother as he mixed the components inside the pot with a rather improper utensil.
Karin managed to surpass the harsh reply hanging on the tip of her tongue regarding her sibling's inability to make the difference between a spoon and a knife. He did possess a knife shaped sword; therefore it made sense for him to blend ingredients with a knife, rather than a spoon.
She shrugged her shoulders and came closer; studying the content of the food they were supposed to eat for dinner. Her voice came out a little bit strangled as her tries of pleasant conversation were thrown out the window.
"I guess my immune system decided to take a break or something" then she gave a confident smirk "Don't worry Ichigo. It's just the weather screwing around with me, nothing more nothing less"
"Aha" a sweat drop appeared at his temple "It's pretty damn hot outside, Karin, and judging that we're at the beginning of the summer being cold twice in one month ain't that normal. Just saying."
Karin didn't bother to answer. She knew, in a corner of her mind, that any explanation would sound like a big bullshit in her brother's ears, so why waste valuable effort, when she could just ignore it all.
The last time her body experienced such a dreadful state of weakness, had been after her mother's sudden death and that was also the last time she had a decent cold; giving a few sneezes and blowing her nose once every morning didn't register as cold for the Kurosaki family.
A cold shiver crossed her spine and she coughed loudly in her hand.
The first time she began to have the usual symptoms of flu, her biggest worry was not fever which usually accompanied it, but the motive. As Isshin loved to say, she was strong as an ox, so catching a cold so easily was definitely not part of her normal schedule. She could almost remember the fear she had tried to hide, successfully for once, from her family. After all being the daughter of a medic could give a certain predisposition to paranoia. Therefore the first explanation she could find for her newly acquired immune weakness was pregnancy. Thankfully a pregnancy test she stole from her father's stash confirmed that she was neither pregnant nor in the danger to be anytime soon; that if she didn't screw with another creature of opposite gender. With all the noise going around, Karin was in no need of further drama.
Actually Yuzu appeared to be in an even worse state. Not eating, cooking from time to time, spending her time in bed all day long, getting shitty marks at school and being a drama queen. The house was a mess with her usual self gone.
At first Karin thought it was her imagination, but as she was getting better -at hiding her emotions- Yuzu was having more and more fits of anger. Ichigo blamed it all on Yuzu being overemotional, but Karin knew better. Being her twin sister, she could read her mood-swings, her emotions and, the most important, her opinions of different people. Karin knew far better than anyone how much respect Yuzu had had for Aizen. She had seen it, clear like the morning sky, in her eyes every time he was brought up their discussions.
So when two weeks later Yuzu screamed they didn't understand how much she liked Aizen, Karin had been very template to tell her a sharp 'yes I do' but kept her mouth shut as she always did; even when it was not the case.
How could Yuzu act like that, when the only relation she had had with Aizen was a date a long time ago? Karin didn't want to judge her, but she was too angry to think straight.
"So … how's school?" asked Ichigo, yanking her back in the real world.
While Ichigo grabbed 4 plates from a cupboard, Karin was left to cut the bread.
"Are you really interested in my school activity or you're just trying to make conversation?"
"A little bit of both, I guess" "Can't a brother be interested in his sister's daily activates?" she didn't have to glare at him to receive the read answer; he already knew the drill "I made the mistake of not keeping you in the loop once. I won't do it ever again"
Karin chopped a piece of meat and threw it in a bowl.
"It's too late for that anyways …"
"I guess it is. Yuzu is going through hell and I can't do anything …"
Karin closed her eyes when a sudden surge of pain crossed her spine. Ichigo continued without notching Karin's obvious distress.
"At first I thought she was going to be okay, but then she told us of her dates with Aizen … I can't believe that creep dared to touch her! My sister!" he slapped his chest in some bizarre gesture of self-masculinity "You have no idea how happy I am he didn't dare to approach you in any way."
Karin didn't budge, staring at the wall. Her heart began to beat rapidity, barging against her ribs in rhythmical precision 'If only you knew Ichigo …'
"You've always been the smart one Karin." mumbled Ichigo in a rare sign of sensitivity "Maybe you think I've been uncaring in the last period of time, but I know you'll always be careful and one step ahead of every single possibility."
"Thank you -" came her dry answer "- Ichigo."
"Yuzu needs our protection now, so we'll just have to give it to her the best way we can. Will you help me Karin?"
"Of course I will." She could almost hear her heart breaking in even smaller pieces, if that was humanly possible "Yuzu means the world to me."
Dinner passed rather quickly with no unusual event happening, apart from Isshin trying to cheer Yuzu up and Ichigo complimenting his recently found cooking talents. Their gathering had always been a constant source of entertainment, but in that moment Karin felt even lonelier. She excused herself half-trough the meal, without arising any suspicion from her relatives. They were too busy convincing Yuzu to act normal again.
As she stepped on the first stair, Ichigo made an interrogation she didn't hear. Choosing to ignore seemed to work just fine. It always did. Sleep took her in its soft arms, lulling her in a word of further pain, but at least in one she could express herself freely; no boundaries, no censor, no secret.
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Karin opened her eyes, only to find herself in a small room, resembling her own; except that in this room there was no Yuzu. Just her bed, the desk she used to solve her math problems and a mini-table besides the window. The other half of the room, the one occupied by Yuzu was empty. She tuned around, searching for at least another life form.
For some reason, unknown to her, she couldn't find the strength to reach the door handle and get out. It was like a shooting game where the only possible option was spinning around and just like in a shooting game she was sitting duckin the middle of a dark room.
"Karin. My girl, tell me … Why are you doing this to yourself?"
She turned around only to be welcomed by a mirror image of herself. Even the voice of the said person was a perfect copy of her own; and for some reason that scared the shit out of her.
"What -" her voice cracked.
"When you're walking the dangerous, albeit tempting, path of auto-destruction your conscience must act or you're going to drag us along with you"
"Oh great! I really don't need your help consci-" she gestured at the copy "-something"
The copy released a chuckle, and then took a seat on the bed, patting a spot near her. She didn't seem even in the slightest impressed by Karin's hardcore temperament or angry at her. If it was something which struck Karin as odd, then it definitely was the soft, unusual smile which didn't fit on her face. Judging that the copy had Karin's features, the smile was even more out of place.
Karin didn't inquire; she wasn't even tempted to do so, but stared her down with a cold glare, knowing quite well why her mind decided to play tricks on her. They were not called mind-tricks for nothing.
"I know why you're here and I don't care. He left me and this is the end. I don't need to think of it ever again." she concluded darkly.
There was no need for mushy stuff or pussying around the truth.
"You are a woman of a few words, right Kurosaki Karin?" asked rhetorically the copy, the soft smile once adorning her face fading gradually, only to be replace by a more trustable frown "Just listen to yourself. Just listen to all the shits getting out your mouth. Do you believe them?"
Karin looked somewhere else, avoiding her eyes.
The perfect twin sighed loudly, like a mother sighing at her child for begin undeniably dense. Then she got up from the bed and came toward her, putting two strong hands on the girl's shoulders.
"You are strong Karin. Aizen may think you are just another woman, incapable of defending herself and always needing the help of her friends, but you are not." Karin shook the hands holding her in place, only to find the grab of the woman tightening "You are stronger than you give yourself credit for"
Not being in the position to find a proper answer she kept her mouth shut, lips pressed in a straight line.
"Aizen trained you"
"Don't remind me of that"
"Aizen gave you the basics and now you can go on and become even stronger."
For some reason this made Karin click, not in a good way though.
"DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? I DON'T WANT TO BECOME STRONGER!" yelled Karin, her tone reaching high peaks of annoyance.
She managed to get herself free form the hands pinning her down and raced at the other end of the room, far away from the tormenting illusion. In her little world there was no need for drama, yet that copy managed to get her angry faster than Aizen ever did.
When her back hit the wall, she raised her eyes making contact with two blackish orbs, which strange enough, appeared to be observing her in the strangest way. Not like an object, but like something worth observing. It reminded her a little of Aizen, except that the stare didn't hold the sexual desire Aizen loved to throw at her.
"Yes you do. You want revenge. You want him to pay and feel sorry for what he did. You want him to come back and fall down his knees." she continued to talk, not stopping her eyes from wandering.
"Stop" Karin commanded, not even being sure weather she wanted the copy to stop from watching her or talking; maybe both.
"You are not an angel. You hidden desire is so fucked up that you cannot decide what to do, therefore you just decided to cry in your palms for the rest of your life" she stated, plainly ignoring Karin.
"Stop"
"Well it doesn't work like that, Karin my girl. Crying solves nothing and to actually get revenge" she puffed "you need to work your ass off and even then it might not be -"
"JUST SHUT UP! I DON'T WANT REVENGE! I DON'T CARE! HE CAN GO FUCK THE ENTIRE WORLD AND I COULD CARE MORE FOR MY PUPPY–SHAPED SLIPPERS" screamed Karin, awkwardly trying to soothe the decibels at the end, when she realized how unbelievably childish was her behavior.
Getting mad was one thing, but getting mad in her inner self, twice already, was definitely a record. Though the copy laughed it away, like it was yesterday's news. It was almost like nothing could surprise her, no matter how out of character Karin decided to get.
"That's an interesting opinion coming from someone so protective … and someone who doesn't own such ridiculous foot-gear"
"I don't need your sarcasm -" mumbled Karin begrudgingly.
"I am you. And sarcasm defines you as a person. It's what Aizen found so alluring about you."
"The only thing he found alluring about me was my surname." came her dry reply.
The mirror-image smirked "What if I told you he had no idea who you were until you told him that night at the ball" confusion spread over Karin's face "The night he kissed you for the first time." the information didn't affect Karin positively, but it seemed to calm her a little bit "Trust me Karin when I say that he was obsessed with you at the point of madness and if I have to guess I would say right now he wishes he had brought you with him … if only just to taste your lips one more time."
"Stop talking nonsense" Karin shook her head disapprovingly.
"If I'm talking nonsense then why do you keep thinking of some of the spiciest nights you shared with him, in his bed, keeping him warm" a blush crept up her already rosy cheeks "Though he sure is a stud of breed" Karin snarled at the improper comment.
"Karin. Tell me the truth. At least confess to yourself if not to anyone else. Unlike your family, unlike your so dear friends, I don't judge. I will never judge you. Plus that would mean judging me and it's too late for paradoxes"
"Leave me alone." She grunted
"Karin … don't procrastinate" she insisted "Let it out. All that you feel, all that you think it's not nice, all those thoughts you locked away in your rush to be the perfect sister"
The girl turned around, this time facing the wall. She could not talk her heart out while staring at another person, weather it was real or the product of her crazy imagination, but she could do it if the other person was an object.
Her mind raced through all that happened, starting from the beginning and ending with the moment she fell asleep that night. What was wrong in her version was harder to distinguish. Her life was a multitude of black and white spots and the biggest problem was that she could not decide if Aizen was a back or a white event. If he was black that meant her last 8 months had been a big black hole. It seemed like a rather improbable supposition. And at the same time to categorize someone like Aizen as white was wrong. It was like saying that Hitler and his war was a white spot in history and again it made no sense whatsoever.
Who she blamed for it was even harder to decide. A little bit of Ichigo for keeping her in the dark. Isshin was to blame in equal quantity for the same reason and those incapable Shinigamis of Soul Society for letting Aizen escape in the first place; and Aizen for obvious reasons.
She took a breath, trying to clear her mind and order the priorities. Who was she angry with and why.
She knew she was angry at Aizen, but he was a constant hatred in her life. Instinctively she knew her anger was partially directed at someone else; someone she had not noticed until that moment, until she actually put some thought into it; someone she didn't want to be angry with, but was for reasons which were disturbing, yet egocentric.
The soft name of her sister escaped her lips "Yuzu"
"I'm the worst person ever" she braced her body against the wall and banged her head against it "I've never felt like this and it fucking hurts like hell" she hit it again, forcefully keeping her hands stuck to the wall. "I hate it all."
She didn't want to tend to the injury that was beginning to form on her forehead and neither did she want to confess she was actually hurting herself physically in order to forget her mental pain. Still it didn't seem to work. No matter how many times she was hit, no matter how many times she hit others, the pain was still there afterwards, almost like waiting for a weak moment to barge in and take over.
The other presence cam behind her and placed a soft hand on her forehead, soothing the pain. The previously scared tissue began to heal and bind back into a uniform layer of healthy cells.
"It's always been like that: my brother protecting me and Yuzu. My father giving everything up for us and our happiness." continued Karin, undoubtedly being too far out to notice anything other than her monologue.
"But this time I-" her voice cracked at the end of the sentence "-want it. I want to be helped. FUCK IT! I need to be helped."
Suddenly everything became clear for her.
"You hate that your sister gets all the attention, even though you are the one suffering your heart out." Karin didn't answer "Gosh Karin. You proud yourself for knowing so many things about human behavior, but cannot recognize it when it's right under your nose. What you experience right now is more than normal"
"It's not" insisted Karin "It's plain jealousy. I'm not like that."
"You are human."
"I -" the copy raised an ironic eyebrow "I guess I am"
"The great Kurosaki Karin is jealous that her family loves Yuzu more. Let's see if all the newspapers got that right" she smirked, playing with Karin's hair.
"Don't patronize me."
The copy began to laugh; a sound foreign to Karin's ears. Was her laughter as annoying as hers, she wondered.
"Karin. You came here for advice therefore I will give only one:" the serious tone replaced the playful one from before; there was no malice, no sarcasm " go to Yoruichi-sama and ask for her help." Karin seemed somewhat confused, but at peace; a strange sensation, yet soothing like the morning sun, washed over her, cleaning away the painful tug arching in her heart. "She will make you as fast as the morning shine and as light as a pigeon's father; then you will see the real me"
The way she said "me" sounded like the dangling of a bell.
The dream ended just as fast as it began and the morning sun came to life, kissing Karin's face as soon as it reached the window. It seemed to glow brighter than before, like it just came to life after a long, painful sleep. It was a sun foretelling a beautiful day. Still Karin didn't enjoy it even one tiny bit.
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Karin stopped in front of the fancy styled shop, looking up and down the street for any possible rats lurking in the dark. Since there wasn't anything else but a bunch of kids playing with an old bat, she decided entering the store won't be a problem. Judging that the last time she stepped on Urahara's property ended with her screaming swears and storming off like a hurricane, told much about her problems with the creepy shop owner.
Inside it was somewhat cozy, at least better than the last time she had been there. There was a new layer of paint on the right wall and on a long table rested a sculpture of an unknown god. She wasn't a certified critic therefore saying that a stature of plaster hanging in the middle of a totally out of sync table was the most awful thing she had ever seen would have been rather hypocritical. Plus she rather enjoyed Urahara's strange taste in art. It gave her a reason to make fun of him. But somehow she missed the boy staring her down from the far right corner of the room.
"Didn't expect to see you here Kurosaki" sputtered Jinta from the concealed spot he was desperately trying to clean "Thought our last encounter would have been enough to make you stay away."
"Is Yoruichi here?" she asked plainly, taking a daring step forward.
"Are you ignoring me bitch?!" snapped Jinta, tossing the broom aside angrily and preparing to strike.
"I have neither the time, nor the mood for your stupidity Jinta, so bring Yoruichi or Urahara here or I'll be on my way." she replied coldly.
She could have frozen the whole world under her blizzard tone, concluded Jinta darkly. Even if her attitude seemed impenetrable, Jinta still didn't' feel comfortable around her. For one second he had the impression he was talking to a block of ice not a fellow human being. And there was also something dangerous surrounding her. Maybe he wasn't the brightest kid around the block, but he knew a thing or two about how mentally unstable, dangerous people looked if angered and for some reason Karin oozed that kind of menace.
"Be on your way. Thank you very much" managed to blurt out Jinta, gathering his courage.
"I-" began Karin, but stopped midsentence, her attention turning elsewhere.
A black cat rested on the window frame, staring both teenagers down with what one might call a motherly glare.
Karin had never seen Yoruichi in cat form before, only in her human one, but Urahara loved to brag how Yoruichi looked supercalifragilisticexpialid ocious or something …
"Yoruichi-sama" bowed Karin respectfully, then straightened up and took an imposing pose, without showing signs of fear "I want you to train me in the art of stealth."
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Meanwhile in Soul Society, more accurately in the Laboratories of the 12-th Squad, the Captain, Mayuri, was stuck in front of a foreign object, wearing an apathetic expression. Nemu, his petite Lieutenant had a book opened in her hands and was reading instruction after instruction, though her superior didn't seem to react. He just stood there for a couple of minutes, watching the objects scattered on the table, probably wandering how in the name of the science god was he supposed to decipher them.
"In conclusion Nemu, this is a communication device used by humans" concluded Mayuri after Nemu had finished reading.
"Yes Mayuri-san"
He grunted, and then proceeded to observe them even more, under the lens of a microscope.
"Humans are ingenious scientist, but why do they have to build such useless things? But then again, they do not have our Hell Butterflies" his rhetorical question remained unanswered "This will take a while, but it is definitely a challenge worthy of me"
Nemu gave a short nod "Or course Mayuri-san"
"Now Nemu" he turned around, a cruel smirk adorning his face "What have you concluded from the blood-samples you've collected form the scene? And the ones present in Aizen's room"
The woman abandoned the book in a corner and took a notepad from the top shelf of a glass case. After her eyes scanned it for a couple of minutes, she closed it and placed it above the abandoned book.
"Our analysts have discovered 4 donors at the scene" she said in a monotone tone "Three had already been identified and the 4-th is a female, but of unknown roots. The known DANs belong to Lieutenant Hinamori, Lieutenant Matsumoto and Aizen"
Mayuri raised an eyebrow, suddenly taking an interest in the subject
"Was Aizen injured or it belonged to the gigai?"
"Unfortunately I cannot answer that, because unlike our usual gigais, his was quite different" explained Nemu, no inflexion audible in her voice.
"Yeah yeah I've seen it. It's a cheap piece of meat. A perfectly built cheap piece of meat though" mumbled the Captain "And the forth?"
"Since the only other person present at the scene was the Kurosaki sibling, we have decided it was her blood. Unluckily for us, Kurosaki Ichigo denied our request to draw samples of blood from his twin sisters" she stopped for a second, then continued to expose her theories "What intrigues me is that our intelligence stated quite clearly: Kurosaki-san was not physically hurt in the fight, so it must be someone else's blood."
Mayuri scratched his chin, thinking what to ask next, while Nemu remained as expressionless as ever. For someone so "intrigued" she sure didn't appear to show it.
"Anything else?"
"Akon discovered something just as interesting in Aizen's room. It seems that among all the DAN present there, except his own of course, there was one predominant one, which was found preponderantly on his clothes and bed-sheets" though she remained impersonal in the speech, Nemu closed her eyes a moment and paused, then continued just as dully as before "And it matched the unknown one from the scene"
Mayuri's eyes sparkled.
Nemu, being one step ahead of her father, guessed his next question.
"It was a wide range of DAN: a broken nail, saliva, epithelium, over 100 samples of hair and … vaginal fluids"
Quite suddenly Mayuri twirled on his heels and mumbled something intelligible under his breath, proceeding to study the documents Nemu had previously consulted. The woman remained motionless, just like a rock. After one minute of reading, the scientist released a short, yet creepy, bark of laughter.
"This is the most interesting thing I have ever seen. So there were found traces of semen – the test decided it definitely belongs to Aizen- and vaginal fluids, which have only a woman as source" he made a short résumé of what he read from the papers "Nemu. I want you to compare the unknown DNA with Kurosaki Ichigo's."
Nemu nodded, scribbling something on a blank sheet attached to a rather peculiar monitor.
"And if the genetic material has common markers" he smirked "it will prove that one of the Kurosaki twins had intercourse with Aizen"
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First of all KarinAizen fanart drawn by my beta (you can find others in her gallery): chester118. ( deviantart . com) /art/Aizen-and-Karin-To-Break-is-all-I-know-338805499 ; chester118. ( deviantart . com) / /art/Karin-and-Aizen-chibi-346680786
A little high paced probably, but I must confess the last part was my favorite (CSI much?)
So for those of you who wonder weather I have a plan, trust me I do. I hope it's not absurd. I don't want to make Karin strong too fast, but at the same time a weak Karin who's all talk doesn't sound to appealing. I would need some opinions here.
As for that talk with herself thing … ummm … no spoilers. take it as you wish.
And I need to clarify one fact. In my eyes Karin protects her sister, she loves her, but at the same time they are sisters and no matter how good Karin tries to be I can easily see her get jealous over serious matters. She's a child, a hurt child.
Sorry for the late update, but my life has been a bitch for the last month. Plus I failed my first exam ever *sigh*