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19, dead tired. Too far, too close anyway. Bleach Mayuri Kurotsuchi

Title: Too far, too close anyway
Author / Artist: uathann
Fandom: Bleach
Character: Mayuri Kurotsuchi
Rating: G
Theme: 19, dead tired
Disclaimer: nothing to me, to Kubo Tite.: D
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When he finally went to bed, everything was silent. Everyone had left the laboratory at least two hours earlier and had not tried to detain anyone. Although he acknowledged in his heart that all were not so incompetent that he wanted to believe at first he did not have company. He had spent all these years cell without suffering from loneliness, and he was very well worn. It might even ignore the presence of other members of the division in the laboratory during the day, had he found such satisfaction in their barking at intervals over D ; at regular.

He never publicly admitted that he was missing. Almost ten years to complain every day, to finally be guilty of a these effusions of sentimentality that notoriously abhorred? Rather cut off his nose most of the ears! But the fact was that genius was irritating Kisuke Urahara now sorely lacking in the meager amount of human interaction that he was suffering every day. Person within the team which was now the department of research and technological development, dared raise his voice (when it was not altogether his eyes as the other avoided) or protest cons his theories or his orders. This despite the distressing him, and consequently causing daily tantrums that nothing and nobody tried to stop it, and who relieved him in t even.

So to forget, to stop thinking that he was secretly delighted to see the man against whom he had pestered daily for close s ten years, he immersed himself in his work and showed no that when he was so tired he could not take notes. There, when her eyes stung and had to reread several times each phrase, each note before we understand the meaning, when he thought of his mother tongue half in and half in that it spoke to Seireitei without knowing which was which, when at dawn he saw a shadow of regret at his absence, he felt tired suficient to stop working.

He could no longer operate thus, he lost all other means to forget his frustration with the inability to remove something that was not there, night after night he worked until exhaustion (not that he had fed some interest that it was for anything other than his work, anyway ) before going to drop it on his bed, sometimes without bothering to change or remove makeup that hid and revealed to the world.

Often, before falling asleep, he was the bitter reflection that never Kisuke Urahara never cease to poison his life, whether or not physically present.