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queenofchalicesTitle: Serial #1.2 A Need for Revenge - Incidents and The Latest Incident
Series: Bleach
Rating: R
Warnings: het (Shunsui/Nanao), possessed vibrators, things man was not meant to know, Mayuri. Just... Mayuri.
Spoilers: Soul Society arc, the Dark Souls DS game (because people are playing it for the PLOT. Right)
Disclaimer: These characters belong to a lot of Japanese people, namely people like Tite Kubo and Shonen Jump. You'll notice how none of those are me. The LiveJournal format that you'll probably be reading this in (if you're one of my friends) is rough draft and is subject to revision. Consider this a 'sneak peek'. If something sits the wrong way with you, let me know. This will probably be updated daily in serial format. Not responsible for epileptic seizures or allergic reactions. May contain eye-and-brain-bleeding levels of radioactive CRACK and/or peanut products. Please sit a reasonable distance from your computer screen.
Feedback: I mean it. Possessed vibrators. ~ sailorN1@aol.com
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It was those same females and their meetings that were driving him to the brink of madness at the moment.
Everytime Nemu went to one of their 'Women's Association' meetings, she came back in a state that nearly always made Mayuri want to hit something. One day they'd sent her back dressed like a gothic lolita. Another time, she'd returned with her shihakushou hanging oddly, as though it had been pulled out of place to emphasize her breasts. On yet another occasion, she'd returned caked with make-up and he'd had to clean her clothes because they'd stained the collar of her undershirt. Occasionally she'd return with a head full of gum or candy and he'd have to reconstruct her hair almost from scratch.
The one time he'd tried to attend one of their meetings to find out exactly what was going on, that maddening Vice Captain from the Eighth had done something to him; the last thing he remembered was her removing her glasses. When he came to, he was stumbling back towards his laboratory, babbling incoherently about turnips or something equally inconsequential. He wasn't sure if she'd used some kind of kido on him, or if she'd really been that frightening. Either way, for her to treat a Captain so ridiculously was... was... inconceivable!
And that was it. She was the one that really got to him the most. Ise Nanao. She was disrespectful and rude, constantly having ideas and opinions far above her station. More than the other women, she was the most outspoken, the most irritating, and the most intrusive. If her Captain had been anything other than an infatuated drunken baboon, he suspected she would have driven him insane by now.
The latest incident, to his mind, had been the most outrageous. That little Vice Captain had approached him over some trivial matter, which soon became a full-blown argument.
"Is it true you don't approve of Nemu-san coming to our meetings?" And so what if he hadn't? Wasn't it his place to decide what was appropriate for his own daughter? Not this... this woman's?
"Perhaps I don't wish for her to acquire any of your group's bad habits." He had practically spat it out. That woman was infuriating enough as it was; did she need to meddle in his affairs as well?
"I believe she is old enough to make those sorts of decisions for herself. And I find your assessment of our 'bad habits' to be entirely subjective." Well, that conversation had gone sour rather quickly.
"Do you? Why would I want her to pick up habits from a rude, self-centered, abusive, disrespectful woman like you?" He sincerely hoped that had stung. At any rate, it had turned her face a gratifying red color.
"Abusive?! You certainly have no room to talk!" And then they were off. The yelling escalated until they were both mere centimeters from one another. If it had been possible for a color to show through his make-up, Mayuri certainly would have been a deep red, possibly even purple. The standoff finally ended when he insinuated something about her Captain and she'd slammed her omni-present book into his nose.
The memory made him rub the bridge of his nose again; it had only recently stopped hurting and it had bled for hours after that. But that incident was what had galvanized him: he needed to show that woman who was boss, once and for all.
Series: Bleach
Rating: R
Warnings: het (Shunsui/Nanao), possessed vibrators, things man was not meant to know, Mayuri. Just... Mayuri.
Spoilers: Soul Society arc, the Dark Souls DS game (because people are playing it for the PLOT. Right)
Disclaimer: These characters belong to a lot of Japanese people, namely people like Tite Kubo and Shonen Jump. You'll notice how none of those are me. The LiveJournal format that you'll probably be reading this in (if you're one of my friends) is rough draft and is subject to revision. Consider this a 'sneak peek'. If something sits the wrong way with you, let me know. This will probably be updated daily in serial format. Not responsible for epileptic seizures or allergic reactions. May contain eye-and-brain-bleeding levels of radioactive CRACK and/or peanut products. Please sit a reasonable distance from your computer screen.
Feedback: I mean it. Possessed vibrators. ~ sailorN1@aol.com
It was those same females and their meetings that were driving him to the brink of madness at the moment.
Everytime Nemu went to one of their 'Women's Association' meetings, she came back in a state that nearly always made Mayuri want to hit something. One day they'd sent her back dressed like a gothic lolita. Another time, she'd returned with her shihakushou hanging oddly, as though it had been pulled out of place to emphasize her breasts. On yet another occasion, she'd returned caked with make-up and he'd had to clean her clothes because they'd stained the collar of her undershirt. Occasionally she'd return with a head full of gum or candy and he'd have to reconstruct her hair almost from scratch.
The one time he'd tried to attend one of their meetings to find out exactly what was going on, that maddening Vice Captain from the Eighth had done something to him; the last thing he remembered was her removing her glasses. When he came to, he was stumbling back towards his laboratory, babbling incoherently about turnips or something equally inconsequential. He wasn't sure if she'd used some kind of kido on him, or if she'd really been that frightening. Either way, for her to treat a Captain so ridiculously was... was... inconceivable!
And that was it. She was the one that really got to him the most. Ise Nanao. She was disrespectful and rude, constantly having ideas and opinions far above her station. More than the other women, she was the most outspoken, the most irritating, and the most intrusive. If her Captain had been anything other than an infatuated drunken baboon, he suspected she would have driven him insane by now.
The latest incident, to his mind, had been the most outrageous. That little Vice Captain had approached him over some trivial matter, which soon became a full-blown argument.
"Is it true you don't approve of Nemu-san coming to our meetings?" And so what if he hadn't? Wasn't it his place to decide what was appropriate for his own daughter? Not this... this woman's?
"Perhaps I don't wish for her to acquire any of your group's bad habits." He had practically spat it out. That woman was infuriating enough as it was; did she need to meddle in his affairs as well?
"I believe she is old enough to make those sorts of decisions for herself. And I find your assessment of our 'bad habits' to be entirely subjective." Well, that conversation had gone sour rather quickly.
"Do you? Why would I want her to pick up habits from a rude, self-centered, abusive, disrespectful woman like you?" He sincerely hoped that had stung. At any rate, it had turned her face a gratifying red color.
"Abusive?! You certainly have no room to talk!" And then they were off. The yelling escalated until they were both mere centimeters from one another. If it had been possible for a color to show through his make-up, Mayuri certainly would have been a deep red, possibly even purple. The standoff finally ended when he insinuated something about her Captain and she'd slammed her omni-present book into his nose.
The memory made him rub the bridge of his nose again; it had only recently stopped hurting and it had bled for hours after that. But that incident was what had galvanized him: he needed to show that woman who was boss, once and for all.
