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Log; Complete
When; Novemeber 23rd, evening
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Nemu {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sciencedaughter} and Tayuya {violentflutist}
Summary; Nemu returns to the Sound residence to continue looking for Rangiku, but is interuppted by Tayuya, who has been given orders to attack any who seek entrance.
Log;
Nemu crept across the roofs of the twelve residential buildings, keeping her head low and her steps light and soft. She didn’t know what sort of interference she should expect, but expect some she did. Orochimaru had allowed her into his residence earlier, and she had found nothing. But she did not waver in her conviction that Rangiku had indeed been taken by the man. She doubted Haineko would allow her mistress’s body to be savaged by beasts of the wilderness, and she also doubted that Haineko herself had been damaged.
Thinking of Rangiku’s zanpakutou brought Nemu’s thoughts back to the sword she now had at her waist. Her fingers softly closed around the hilt, fingertips gently caressing each crease in the hilt. It had been many, many years since she’d last held the sword. Mayuri-sama, after she had passed the vice-captains ranking test, had taken the sword from her, kept it in a velvet lined box in his office. And she hadn’t seen it nor heard it since.
Perhaps that was why the zanpakutou did not speak to her. She could almost feel it, the spirit within the sword, whispering in the back of her mind. But every time she reached it retreated just out of grasp, only a faint idea of a shape and name. Lie. Mayuri-sama had told her. If anyone during the exam asks you about your zanpakutou’s spirit… lie. It had been one of her first lies when she supplied a false name and shape to the examiner. But Mayuri-sama had spoken to the man afterwards. Maybe threatened him. … But that didn’t matter now. She had to see to Rangiku.
“Goddamn boring.” Tayuya mumbled, crouched over the edge of the roof of her building. Orochimaru-sama had given her permission to attack anyone who came poking around, but so far no one had done so. It was disappointing. All of those bitches trying to mess with her master had set her on edge, and like a chained dog, she worried at her chain in a desire to break free and injure. She hadn’t hurt anyone else in a long while, it seemed. Too long.
A flash of black in the corner of her eye brought her attention to the third roof away, and a sadistic grin began spreading across her face. A shinigami. And not just any shinigami. Kurotsuchi Nemu, the one Orochimaru-sama had captured before. Tayuya hadn’t watched most of the experimentation herself, she didn’t quite enjoy the sight of a flayed person, but she had stood just outside, guarding the door. And the screaming hadn’t stopped for a long time. She shuddered, partly from the images and partly from excitement. If Kimimaro could beat this bitch, then so could she. Muscles tensing, she sprung forward from the roof’s edge, falling a few feet until she stopped her progress by using chakra to stick herself to the underside of a lower balcony, suppressing her chakra sharply. And then she waited.
With a small tap, Nemu landed on the correct building’s roof, standing tall and looking about. She could feel only vague traces of all sorts of spirit energy that she attributed to the residents of the building. But Rangiku’s reiatsu was nowhere to be found. She felt a faint pulse, but it only told her the other woman was somewhere in the City, it was too faint to pinpoint definitively. Casting one last glance about the roof and finding it clear, she relaxed slightly, heading towards the door that led to the stairs.
A small ball of liquid metal in Tayuya’s hand formed into the shape of a flute at a small channeling of her chakra. Damn, but she had to thank Cobray for this shit again. It was handy. Bringing the metal flute to her lips, she softly began to play a tune, barely audible from where the shinigami was, but that slight music was all she needed to hear before she would sink into illusion. And oh, did Tayuya have an illusion for her.
Nemu paused, hearing a soft melody making its way across the roof. It must be music from one of the apartments. … But she closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them sharply, a hint of surprise on her face. One of Orochimaru’s minions used a flute. Turning abruptly she cast about for sight of the red-haired girl.
There we go… Tayuya grinned as she felt the illusion take hold. Oh, but this would be fun.
There was a sharp pain in the back of head before Nemu’s vision blacked out.
When she opened her eyes the sight was familiar. Cold stone walls, cold metallic table, restraints. She was back in that room again. The man with the snake-like features came into her line of sight, smiling cruelly.
“Back again so soon, Nemu-san?” He asked, his voice sounding like the whisper of dry snake skin against a rock. “I’m afraid I’m already done with you though. … But I suppose double checking the test results wouldn’t hurt much, would it?” He smirked. She began to struggle. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be.
She bit her lip so hard it bled to keep from crying out when he cut her again, cut her from collarbone to naval, neatly spreading her flesh and pinning it out of the way, gently shushing her as he did so.
“Heart rate agitated.” He moved delicate fingers around her internal organs, pressing lightly against the pulsing tissue. “Stomach bile agitated.” His voice was calm and collected, an ever present voice that seemed to try and soothe as it caused pain.
“I wonder if I can remove this without killing you.” He murmured, glancing at the place where her soul sleep would be. … And that was wrong. That was wrong. Orochimaru had already done that. He knew if he removed that… because he already had once before.
… This was not right. Was this… an illusion? She knew Aizen Sousuke’s zanpakutou was capable of such things. Was a flute? Thrashing harder though it caused more pain, but nothing changed. Changing gears, she calmed herself, closing her eyes and trying to level her breathing. … Wrong. This was not happening. This was all wrong. And then she felt the faint brush of another mind on hers accompanied by the faint feeling of worn wood against her palm. But there was nothing in her palm, only fingers twitching sporadically and grasping uselessly at air, wrists straining against restraints.
But the zanpakutou… it was there, and it was not. And when she tightened her grip she did and she did not. … This was… strange. Was it possible this was an illusion, that this was all in her mind? Aizen Sousuke could do it. Why not someone under Orochimaru? Gritting her teeth, she tightened her non-existent grip on her non-existent sword, slowing moving, though it seemed she couldn’t possibly be doing that. As Orochimaru continued to explore her innards, she blindly felt about. And stabbed downwards.
“Son of a bitch.” Tayuya spat when she felt the illusion dissolving. That stupid woman had broken her illusion! There must have been an inconsistency she had caught on to. Orochimaru-sama had said she was smart. Springing back to the rooftops she reached for a kunai, bringing it to bare and dashing forward quickly, trying to reach the woman before she recovered. It seemed she’d done something similar to Shikamaru, causing true physical pain to her body to break the illusion of physical pain from her mind. She’d used a sword. She didn’t have that before. But no matter.
Nemu managed to struggle to her feet before the ninja came within ten feet, bringing the zanpakutou waveringly to guard position in front of her. As Tayuya rushed her she countered the swing of a kunai, only to watch as the shorter figure somersaulted over her head. There was a brief pain when something hard and metallic slammed into the back of her skull in mid-spin, but she rolled with the blow, coming up a few feet away, once again facing the ninja, sword in front.
“I’ll give you this, bitch.” Tayuya spat, wiping blood from the end of her flute. “You have a goddamned hard head.” She smirked, cocky, twirling a kunai on her other hand.
“Haven’t you given up yet? We don’t have the bitch, alright?” It was a downright lie, but Tayuya had never been averse to those.
“I’m afraid I can’t believe you. After all, you are guarding this place, are you not?” Nemu straightened her legs, standing taller. She took one hand away from the hilt of her sword, clasping her palm flat against the stab wound in her side. She didn’t think she had done such damage, but it seems in the illusion the pain did not stop her from stabbing deeply. … That was regrettable, but it seemed it was what had needed to be done to break the musical illusion.
“I’m up here because you bitches won’t leave Orochimaru-sama alone.” Tayuya idly tossed three kunai in the shinigami’s direction, enjoying the sight of the wounded woman clumsily dodging.
“And because I feel like hurting someone. But it looks like you’ve handled that perfectly well on your own.”
Nemu didn’t like the way this was going. She had full confidence that she could defeat this person if she were fully capable. But with this wound… well, that was what Mayuri-sama had built her for, wasn’t it? Being able to sustain large amounts of damage and still continue? She would do that. Sheathing the zanpakutou for the moment, she shot forward.
Tayuya threw another kunai, but the shinigami did not waver, only turned her face to the side so that it buried itself in her shoulder. This made the ninja pause for a moment, enough the let the shinigami grasp her shoulder with one hand, her other beginning to glow.
Cursing loudly, Tayuya dropped to the roof on her back, rolling and kicking fiercely where she knew the sword wound was and shoving up, trying to get Nemu’s grip off of her.
The kidou Nemu had been preparing shot off into the sky when her trajectory was flipped, a long red beam retreating into the distance. The pain of the kick to the wound in her side forced her hand from the other female’s clothes, so she unsheathed her sword and slashed horizontally, glad when she saw the thin line that blossomed under the sword tip across the ninja’s collarbone even as she jumped back.
“Fuck.” Tayuya grit out, one hand coming to the wound across her collar. It wasn’t deep, but it was painful, having grazed the bones just beneath the thin surface of skin. But at least it hadn’t hit her neck. Reaching into the pouch at her side she drew out a pack of shuriken, sending one after the other in the Nemu woman’s direction even as she rushed forward kunai in hand.
It was reasonably easy to dodge the flying projectiles, but it was complicated by the blood slicking at the bottom of her shoes where it had drained down her leg. Parrying blows from the ninja’s kunai with her zanpakutou, she slowly let herself be forced back at the two exchanged quick blows and blocks, each looking for an opening. She called forth a kidou, but the ninja dropped and kicked her legs out, bringing her crashing to the floor. And in a flash the smaller woman was straddling her, flute held horizontally against her throat, crushing down.
“Not so tough now, are you?” Tayuya spat in the shinigami’s face. “And you weren’t too tough on the dissection table, either.” She was grinning, a sadistic grin, even as one of Nemu’s hands managed to grab hold of a lank of red hair hanging down, pulling hard and using the momentum to roll, taking a deep breath when the harsh metal weight on her throat was lifted.
Nemu had to make a decision. She could probably win if this kept going. But the more she bled out the harder this would be. And the time elapsed and the noise… someone may have noticed. Her stealth was no longer an issue. And Ise-fukutaichou had told her if she needed to retreat, she should. … But, Rangiku…
Her decision was finally made when Tayuya’s curse seal began to glow and pulse, darkness spreading over her skin.
The only thing Nemu heard when she turned and fled from the roof was the cursed ninja’s voice shouting after her.
“Goddamned cowardly bitch!” Tayuya huffed, plopping down on the roof and releasing the curse seal. That had been disappointing. She wanted to give chase, but she had to stay and guard. Looking at her hand, she slowly licked some blood from her fingers. Well, it had been a distraction. … Surely Orochimaru-sama would give her orders to kill soon.
She could only hope.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Nemu {
sciencedaughter} and Tayuya {violentflutist}Summary; Nemu returns to the Sound residence to continue looking for Rangiku, but is interuppted by Tayuya, who has been given orders to attack any who seek entrance.
Log;
Nemu crept across the roofs of the twelve residential buildings, keeping her head low and her steps light and soft. She didn’t know what sort of interference she should expect, but expect some she did. Orochimaru had allowed her into his residence earlier, and she had found nothing. But she did not waver in her conviction that Rangiku had indeed been taken by the man. She doubted Haineko would allow her mistress’s body to be savaged by beasts of the wilderness, and she also doubted that Haineko herself had been damaged.
Thinking of Rangiku’s zanpakutou brought Nemu’s thoughts back to the sword she now had at her waist. Her fingers softly closed around the hilt, fingertips gently caressing each crease in the hilt. It had been many, many years since she’d last held the sword. Mayuri-sama, after she had passed the vice-captains ranking test, had taken the sword from her, kept it in a velvet lined box in his office. And she hadn’t seen it nor heard it since.
Perhaps that was why the zanpakutou did not speak to her. She could almost feel it, the spirit within the sword, whispering in the back of her mind. But every time she reached it retreated just out of grasp, only a faint idea of a shape and name. Lie. Mayuri-sama had told her. If anyone during the exam asks you about your zanpakutou’s spirit… lie. It had been one of her first lies when she supplied a false name and shape to the examiner. But Mayuri-sama had spoken to the man afterwards. Maybe threatened him. … But that didn’t matter now. She had to see to Rangiku.
“Goddamn boring.” Tayuya mumbled, crouched over the edge of the roof of her building. Orochimaru-sama had given her permission to attack anyone who came poking around, but so far no one had done so. It was disappointing. All of those bitches trying to mess with her master had set her on edge, and like a chained dog, she worried at her chain in a desire to break free and injure. She hadn’t hurt anyone else in a long while, it seemed. Too long.
A flash of black in the corner of her eye brought her attention to the third roof away, and a sadistic grin began spreading across her face. A shinigami. And not just any shinigami. Kurotsuchi Nemu, the one Orochimaru-sama had captured before. Tayuya hadn’t watched most of the experimentation herself, she didn’t quite enjoy the sight of a flayed person, but she had stood just outside, guarding the door. And the screaming hadn’t stopped for a long time. She shuddered, partly from the images and partly from excitement. If Kimimaro could beat this bitch, then so could she. Muscles tensing, she sprung forward from the roof’s edge, falling a few feet until she stopped her progress by using chakra to stick herself to the underside of a lower balcony, suppressing her chakra sharply. And then she waited.
With a small tap, Nemu landed on the correct building’s roof, standing tall and looking about. She could feel only vague traces of all sorts of spirit energy that she attributed to the residents of the building. But Rangiku’s reiatsu was nowhere to be found. She felt a faint pulse, but it only told her the other woman was somewhere in the City, it was too faint to pinpoint definitively. Casting one last glance about the roof and finding it clear, she relaxed slightly, heading towards the door that led to the stairs.
A small ball of liquid metal in Tayuya’s hand formed into the shape of a flute at a small channeling of her chakra. Damn, but she had to thank Cobray for this shit again. It was handy. Bringing the metal flute to her lips, she softly began to play a tune, barely audible from where the shinigami was, but that slight music was all she needed to hear before she would sink into illusion. And oh, did Tayuya have an illusion for her.
Nemu paused, hearing a soft melody making its way across the roof. It must be music from one of the apartments. … But she closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them sharply, a hint of surprise on her face. One of Orochimaru’s minions used a flute. Turning abruptly she cast about for sight of the red-haired girl.
There we go… Tayuya grinned as she felt the illusion take hold. Oh, but this would be fun.
There was a sharp pain in the back of head before Nemu’s vision blacked out.
When she opened her eyes the sight was familiar. Cold stone walls, cold metallic table, restraints. She was back in that room again. The man with the snake-like features came into her line of sight, smiling cruelly.
“Back again so soon, Nemu-san?” He asked, his voice sounding like the whisper of dry snake skin against a rock. “I’m afraid I’m already done with you though. … But I suppose double checking the test results wouldn’t hurt much, would it?” He smirked. She began to struggle. This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be.
She bit her lip so hard it bled to keep from crying out when he cut her again, cut her from collarbone to naval, neatly spreading her flesh and pinning it out of the way, gently shushing her as he did so.
“Heart rate agitated.” He moved delicate fingers around her internal organs, pressing lightly against the pulsing tissue. “Stomach bile agitated.” His voice was calm and collected, an ever present voice that seemed to try and soothe as it caused pain.
“I wonder if I can remove this without killing you.” He murmured, glancing at the place where her soul sleep would be. … And that was wrong. That was wrong. Orochimaru had already done that. He knew if he removed that… because he already had once before.
… This was not right. Was this… an illusion? She knew Aizen Sousuke’s zanpakutou was capable of such things. Was a flute? Thrashing harder though it caused more pain, but nothing changed. Changing gears, she calmed herself, closing her eyes and trying to level her breathing. … Wrong. This was not happening. This was all wrong. And then she felt the faint brush of another mind on hers accompanied by the faint feeling of worn wood against her palm. But there was nothing in her palm, only fingers twitching sporadically and grasping uselessly at air, wrists straining against restraints.
But the zanpakutou… it was there, and it was not. And when she tightened her grip she did and she did not. … This was… strange. Was it possible this was an illusion, that this was all in her mind? Aizen Sousuke could do it. Why not someone under Orochimaru? Gritting her teeth, she tightened her non-existent grip on her non-existent sword, slowing moving, though it seemed she couldn’t possibly be doing that. As Orochimaru continued to explore her innards, she blindly felt about. And stabbed downwards.
“Son of a bitch.” Tayuya spat when she felt the illusion dissolving. That stupid woman had broken her illusion! There must have been an inconsistency she had caught on to. Orochimaru-sama had said she was smart. Springing back to the rooftops she reached for a kunai, bringing it to bare and dashing forward quickly, trying to reach the woman before she recovered. It seemed she’d done something similar to Shikamaru, causing true physical pain to her body to break the illusion of physical pain from her mind. She’d used a sword. She didn’t have that before. But no matter.
Nemu managed to struggle to her feet before the ninja came within ten feet, bringing the zanpakutou waveringly to guard position in front of her. As Tayuya rushed her she countered the swing of a kunai, only to watch as the shorter figure somersaulted over her head. There was a brief pain when something hard and metallic slammed into the back of her skull in mid-spin, but she rolled with the blow, coming up a few feet away, once again facing the ninja, sword in front.
“I’ll give you this, bitch.” Tayuya spat, wiping blood from the end of her flute. “You have a goddamned hard head.” She smirked, cocky, twirling a kunai on her other hand.
“Haven’t you given up yet? We don’t have the bitch, alright?” It was a downright lie, but Tayuya had never been averse to those.
“I’m afraid I can’t believe you. After all, you are guarding this place, are you not?” Nemu straightened her legs, standing taller. She took one hand away from the hilt of her sword, clasping her palm flat against the stab wound in her side. She didn’t think she had done such damage, but it seems in the illusion the pain did not stop her from stabbing deeply. … That was regrettable, but it seemed it was what had needed to be done to break the musical illusion.
“I’m up here because you bitches won’t leave Orochimaru-sama alone.” Tayuya idly tossed three kunai in the shinigami’s direction, enjoying the sight of the wounded woman clumsily dodging.
“And because I feel like hurting someone. But it looks like you’ve handled that perfectly well on your own.”
Nemu didn’t like the way this was going. She had full confidence that she could defeat this person if she were fully capable. But with this wound… well, that was what Mayuri-sama had built her for, wasn’t it? Being able to sustain large amounts of damage and still continue? She would do that. Sheathing the zanpakutou for the moment, she shot forward.
Tayuya threw another kunai, but the shinigami did not waver, only turned her face to the side so that it buried itself in her shoulder. This made the ninja pause for a moment, enough the let the shinigami grasp her shoulder with one hand, her other beginning to glow.
Cursing loudly, Tayuya dropped to the roof on her back, rolling and kicking fiercely where she knew the sword wound was and shoving up, trying to get Nemu’s grip off of her.
The kidou Nemu had been preparing shot off into the sky when her trajectory was flipped, a long red beam retreating into the distance. The pain of the kick to the wound in her side forced her hand from the other female’s clothes, so she unsheathed her sword and slashed horizontally, glad when she saw the thin line that blossomed under the sword tip across the ninja’s collarbone even as she jumped back.
“Fuck.” Tayuya grit out, one hand coming to the wound across her collar. It wasn’t deep, but it was painful, having grazed the bones just beneath the thin surface of skin. But at least it hadn’t hit her neck. Reaching into the pouch at her side she drew out a pack of shuriken, sending one after the other in the Nemu woman’s direction even as she rushed forward kunai in hand.
It was reasonably easy to dodge the flying projectiles, but it was complicated by the blood slicking at the bottom of her shoes where it had drained down her leg. Parrying blows from the ninja’s kunai with her zanpakutou, she slowly let herself be forced back at the two exchanged quick blows and blocks, each looking for an opening. She called forth a kidou, but the ninja dropped and kicked her legs out, bringing her crashing to the floor. And in a flash the smaller woman was straddling her, flute held horizontally against her throat, crushing down.
“Not so tough now, are you?” Tayuya spat in the shinigami’s face. “And you weren’t too tough on the dissection table, either.” She was grinning, a sadistic grin, even as one of Nemu’s hands managed to grab hold of a lank of red hair hanging down, pulling hard and using the momentum to roll, taking a deep breath when the harsh metal weight on her throat was lifted.
Nemu had to make a decision. She could probably win if this kept going. But the more she bled out the harder this would be. And the time elapsed and the noise… someone may have noticed. Her stealth was no longer an issue. And Ise-fukutaichou had told her if she needed to retreat, she should. … But, Rangiku…
Her decision was finally made when Tayuya’s curse seal began to glow and pulse, darkness spreading over her skin.
The only thing Nemu heard when she turned and fled from the roof was the cursed ninja’s voice shouting after her.
“Goddamned cowardly bitch!” Tayuya huffed, plopping down on the roof and releasing the curse seal. That had been disappointing. She wanted to give chase, but she had to stay and guard. Looking at her hand, she slowly licked some blood from her fingers. Well, it had been a distraction. … Surely Orochimaru-sama would give her orders to kill soon.
She could only hope.