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tampered2007-06-16 01:17 pm
Log; Complete
Rating; PG
Characters; Nemu {
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sciencedaughter } & Ulquiorra {eyezen_sama } Summary; Nemu drops by on her way to pick up Mayuri's first experiment subject, and exchanges some words in a somewhat forbidden meeting.
Log;
Nemu was limping.
More than that, really, but by a supreme force of will she had managed to force three broken ribs, a broken jaw, a broken elbow, hand, cracked femur and fractured skull, along with other internal injuries, into a very bad limp. ... A very, very, bad limp.
It was more of a challenge to keep her face blank, free from pain, as she knocked on the door of a certain Espada, her entire body screaming that she shouldn't be here, shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be defying Mayuri-sama, shouldn't even be living after the beating he'd given her the night before. He had been angry. ... So angry. And understandably so. He'd read her notes. Everything she'd done in the City was in there. When she had cried. Once. Twice. Participating in sexual intercourse with Ulquiorra. Once. Twice. Thrice. And she could still hear his shrieking in her ear accompanied by pain blossoming between her eyes.
Slut. Whore. Worthless. Nothing.
She bit her bottom lip, had cleaned the blood off it far earlier. She'd tended all her injuries as best she was able, her medical kidou paled in comparison to 4th division's, and though she could move, could operate and attack and defend, her hold on her body was tenuous at best. And she was to fetch Mayuri-sama an Arrancar. She'd already zeroed in on Rori, it would not be difficult. ... But it gave her some time. It would be easy to say "I had some difficulty locating the test subject."
It was difficult to locate the test subject around Ulquiorra. ... It wasn't a lie.
Opening the door swiftly, Ulquiorra blinked once before slowly raising his brows as he moved aside to let her in. It wasn't necessarily her obvious condition that surprised him. Aizen-sama was prone to punishment as much as anyone, but his were always much more subtle. He had complete control over the Arrancar, and through his reitsu he could induce pain and suffering. This Mayuri of her's seemed to be much more in favor of violence and gore. Very distasteful.
"You need not have come if it is painful to do so."
She smiled lightly, keeping to a limp, though her eyes darted about, and she quickly got herself to his sofa, tried to sit but more like crumpled against the cushions. Her back straight to minimize the pain in her ribs, one arm held lightly in her lap, one leg farther out than the other, facial expression minimal. Her good hand reached behind her vice captain’s badge, came out with a few small pills that she swallowed before speaking.
“… I’m not in too much pain to not come.” Nemu murmured, feeling her body ease slightly under the affect of the powerful pain-killer, and, to a small degree, healing agent. She could only take them so often however, and her recovery each time was not substantial, just a small easing of breaks and torn flesh, replenishing blood and lost energy.
Watching her quietly, Ulquiorra walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. It seemed like the proper thing to do for one in pain, though he cared little. But if it eased her pain, then she would not have as much trouble speaking. And if she recovered more quickly, then she would have her wits about her and be less likely to spill secrets.
Setting the glass of water by her, close enough to reach, he remained standing. "You said he was angry. What for?"
"... That I was here." She took the glass, long fingers wrapping about it firmly, gripping with one hand when she would normally use two.
"He... has my notes. It includes details of all my activities here in this City, along with the details of every Arrancar and every shinigami." Nemu took a small sip, her slim throat trembled lightly. She had not consumed anything solid since her captain's arrival, a liquids only twice.
"Of note, he was particularly displeased with me over my behavior, and my choice in sexual partner." The creation almost smiled wryly, but thought better of it, settled for letting her body rest, relax, bruised skin protesting each movement.
"And how quickly do you suppose he will use this information?" Luckily, she did not know much about Aizen-sama, or so he hoped. Not that there was any real danger from this peddling Shinigami captain, but he seemed much different already from the others, ruthless where Shinigami usually were soft. That in itself caused a moment's consideration.
"... I assume he will want to learn more." She took another drink, had to stop herself from downing the entire glass, pacing herself, not letting her body become accustomed to the comfort of being able to eat and drink when she wished.
"He wants Arrancar to experiment on." Her gaze lowered briefly, her demeanor more subservient than she had been, than she had grown to be in her months without him in the City, without him breathing down her neck, without him belittling her, beating her, controlling her.
"Then... he wants to hurt the Quincy, Ishida Uryu." That pained her, made the modified heart in her breast ache as she tried to fold her broken fingers around the water she held.
Blinking slightly in distaste, he became to pace the room slowly, merely moving as he thought over the recent developments. Experimentation was something he was ambivalent about, but to learn more of about the Arrancar was dangerous. Not that there was much to learn without having the secret Aizen-sama held in his hand, however. "And I gather you are to bring that Arrancar to him?" The Quincy mattered very little.
"I am to collect a Numeros for him when I leave here." She answered softly, went for another drink but stopped herself, trying not to let her form relax, become re-accustomed to comfort, putting the glass down with a small trace of regret.
Her legs moved, lightly, slowly, being gentle with the bones, the ankles in black heels, pushing slightly against the cushion she sat upon to press her back further into the couch, dark eyes watching his movements across the room.
"A Numeros?" Pausing in his pacing, he stared at her for a moment before returning to the kitchen. "Rather optimistic, isn't he." As a vice-captain, Nemu's abilities were formidable, but the only Arrancar she could hope to overcome would be one of the weakest, perhaps Rori or Tesla. And in her current condition, she wouldn't have any luck at all.
"He would be satisfied with one of the weakest?" He wondered faintly if Nell would be of any interest, but doubted the sympathetic woman would take advantage of the pipsqueak's over-trusting and pathetic nature.
"I've selected one." She murmured, hands folding in her lap, well aware that she seemed quite incapable of doing that at this point. But she kept more than one type of narcotic on her, her form well accustomed to drugs and chemicals to augment performance, and she would be taking things before the attack, to block pain, increase adrenaline and reiatsu for a short time, long enough to complete her task before her body crashed and she had to flush her system.
Hopefully she would have time to do that before Mayuri-sama wanted her help in the experimentation and recording. If not, she supposed she would simply have to overdose and flush her systems later.
"Ah." he said simply, taking a glass of water to sip before returning to the front room. "Who?"
"Rori." She said simply, watching his movements passively, making none herself, almost a living doll, now that she had settled her only movements the shallow rise and fall of her breast and the occasional blinking of long lashes.
He nodded once. It was an obvious choice. And while normally he would not have permitted such an abuse of her dealings with Arrancar, this was an unique opportunity. He would observe the observer, see exactly what information he gleaned and just how he went about it. Perfect subterfuge. We are weakest when we are focused on other things.
"When?"
"When I leave here." Her response was just as simple, as subservient. "She was on the network earlier saying she would be going out into the City proper. It's easier to grab her there." Nemu spoke of such things, of kidnapping a female creature, in physical simplicity like herself, for torture, experimentation, and death.
She did not bat an eye.
Nodding, Ulquiorra thought through his plan for a moment. Yes, it would work out perfectly.
"Then I will observe you, and your captain, during that time."
"Ah-" She meant to protest. She should protest. Mayuri-sama was not to be watched, she shouldn't know about it, and Nemu found herself wishing he hadn't said that.
The creation fell silent a moment, finally moved her arm and patted the cushion beside her softly in a quiet request.
"I mustn't be able to notice." She murmured.
Eyeing her and the patted cushion for a moment, he relented and moved to sit down. If he was going to insure this operation, then he would have to make her as comfortable as possible.
"You won't be able to notice." Ulquiorra was adept at hiding his energies, as well as employing speed to stay under the radar of others. He was not fond of such underhanded tactics, but they had their uses. "Perhaps I should not have mentioned it."
She gave a small nod of thanks when he sat, withdrew her hand for a brief moment before setting it down beside him, allowed her fingertips to brush the starch white fabric of his uniform. That was all she... not all she wanted, or all she desired, but all she would allow herself, that one touch.
"It is of no consequence you mention." Nemu murmured. "Should Mayuri-sama ask me of it later, as long as I did not feel your reiatsu or obtain a visual, I can answer honestly when I say I was not certain if there was anyone present." A nagging question in the back of her mind, finally voiced.
"... And what will you do, with what you may learn?" The very idea that she was helping someone, well, not helping per se, but not hindering someone she knew would observe her creator, almost escaped her, escaped everything she knew and was.
Ulquiorra thought over her question, frowning slightly at the awkwardness of the situation. He had not been involved in most of the strikes against the Shinigami previously, and aside from once, they had not involved her very much either. But here her loyalties were being tested, and while he did not particularly care, he was aware he was the cause for this hesitation and uncomfortably on her part.
And he did not exactly know what he would do with the information learned. There would be a certain responsibility for retaliation, he supposed, despite himself having very little interest in it. But Aizen-sama and the others would want the information he gathered. Shifting slightly in awkwardness, he merely shrugged. "Take note of it and keep it in mind for the future."
"I understand." And that sentiment was something she did understand, because it was what she herself did. Watch. Learn. Observe. Remember. Use. Her purposes under the man who occasionally claimed her as kin, when he did not claim her as creation.
I should go. The thought was present, but not the will. She knew when she left she would hunt down the Numeros, dull her injuries further with more drugs, more chemicals, and abduct the female, induce unconsciousness and tie her down to the medical table, check the straps, clean her, and then notify her master.
And then she would hear screaming.
Shifting slightly, Ulquiorra glanced down at her hand before lifting his gaze. Before, the simple touch may have made him uncomfortable, but he had come to better understand the impulses that drove her, even if he himself did not quite partake in it. He supposed if he were in a similar situation, he might feel slightly as she did--she had not assumed she would see her master again, and had feared it. It was rather unfortunate for him to have come.
"If there should be a time when you wish to leave and come here again," he murmured, slightly frustrated by the fact that he could not find the right words to put her at easy with, "You may."
"... Thank you." She smiled softly, a slow curve in the corners of her lips, cleaned from where her lip has bled and been bitten in pain not an hour previous. She was reluctant to leave, knowing the end course of her actions would end her back up with her creator, and, for one of the first times in her life it actually hit her that she would rather be with someone else, would rather be elsewhere. It was a foreign concept, becoming familiar the more bruises she was reminded of, the more broken bones she received that seemed all that much sharper knowing she had been free of his abuse for so long, for months, without him.
"... I suppose I should go." She made to stand, fingers curling again as she shifted, kept all but a small cringe from her features, moved a body broken and abused.
Ulquiorra stood quickly, putting a hand to her elbow as she stood. The moment she was upright, he removed himself quickly from her side, feeling slightly uncomfortable. He had not assisted her for any other reason than it would be unfortunate for her to fall. That was all.
"I suppose." he murmured, sliding his hands into his pockets. She truly was a pathetic sight, so battered up, and he frowned slightly. It wasn't really fitting. But there was little he could do--little he would do. "It has been some time." And he would be shadowing her, later. To observe and find Rori.
Nemu had a long ways to go yet.
“… Ulquiorra.” She said his name like a promise, something solemn, a remembrance, something.
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SURE, ULLY. SURE. ♥ ♥ &heart;s ♥ oh, Nemu.
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