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Theme 9: drowning. Bleach, Mayuri Kurotsuchi. A smart, clever and a half

Title: A smart, clever and a half
Author / Artist: uathann
Fandom: Bleach
Character: Mayuri Kurotsuchi
Rating: PG
Theme : 9, drowned
Disclaimer: nothing to me, to Kubo Tite.: D
Note: It's very satisfying to kill that character. : D

perfect.

The clone was mature. A perfect copy of which he was able to experience the time of resistance to pain, inserting data directly into the brain through copies of his memoirs, he changes n had not dared to try on himself, even when it would have found a way to accelerate the development of the specimens cell regeneration outside cabin.

Mayuri thought with pride that even the most advanced gigai his former captain could not clone the ankle before him. It would have been nice to see: he had spent all his spare time he had devoted all his energy for years to obtain a specimen that matured within reasonable while having the same brain functions and cognitive as any soul of Soul Society.

Hehe, not any soul. This baby has the brain of a genius. If I'm not suspicious, he'll try to take my place and get rid of the evidence behind it.

A chuckle escaped him while setting the pool of growth in the first direct voice with his creation. A quick glance at the monitor, to ensure vital functions, while the water level down and that the speci began to breathe by himself. The heart rate increased.

Yes, it must feel to breathe fire ... It seems to work so far ...

" Open your eyes. "

The specimen did and threw his creator a curious look. Mayuri allowed himself to briefly think he lacked pace, with the hair that covered his whole head and his skin still virgin scars and makeup.

"What's my name?"

The specimen tried to answer, but began to cough as soon as he opened his mouth and put her hands to her throat. Mayuri took notes without being formalized.

not assess the speech immediately. The subject is disturbed by the passage of air into the airway.

"Which division do you belong?"

The specimen tried in vain to soothe her cough, which further increased the burning sensation in his windpipe, and showed his two hands, all fingers extended and slightly bent awkwardly on his right hand ones to leave prepared in the thumb and forefinger. Mayuri nodded, satisfied so far.

He was then run various movements to test his motor skills. After more than a quarter of an hour of testing, and as his coughing continued unabated, the specimen designated her throat with Mayuri expression abhorred among all: that demanded that alleviates pain.

"I did not created to spare you pain. Get used right away and stop doing this cough, it becomes irritating. "

Absorbed in his note taking, he did not notice the look of hatred that threw its inception. Finally, came the test which he was most anxious to see the result. It was whether the nerve connections artificial he had put in place worked.

"Spread your atrial appendages."

The specimen frowned, not understanding clearly not what was expected of him. Irritated, Mayuri drew on one of the hoods that covered the holes in his ears to show the appendix in question.

"Ca, fool. Leave them and try to move them. "

The specimen carried a hand where his right ear should have been, it felt a slight protuberance and shot at with a little hesitation, then louder, and grinned. Mayuri sniffed contemptuously.

The atrial appendages seem hardly extractable. Possible healing ends with the edges of the hole.

"Pull harder, bring them out. Faster than that! "

The specimen brought both hands at the ends of the appendages, which exceeded lege moderately from the surface of his skull. He did his best to keep them firmly, closed his eyes and pulled hard on both. The skin welded them to the edges of the holes and then tore it cried. Appendices out of his skull on their length and began to shake in all directions as he stood head and moaning. Satisfied, Mayuri took a few notes.

Appendices functional and apparently sensitive. Successful experience.

"Shut up, stupid ! Can not you see that you're in a laboratory? "

He did not anticipate having familiarized her and her memories, a clone would have inherited ; its propensity to violence. When the appendages which he had so carefully crafted moint curled around his throat and his head struck the bottom of the pond while the reiatsu of his creation was crushing, he regretted not giving him more personality servile Nemu. When he stopped moving for good, the specimen climbed out of the pelvis and left it there. He would have laughed if his throat had allowed the fire.

It is never wise to be proud, Captain.