Disadvantages Of Butane

Challenge 14: Suicide. Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Double edged

Title: Double edged
Author / Artist: uathann
Fandom: Bleach
Character: Mayuri Kurotsuchi
Rating: NC-17 for violent themes / adult and dismemberment
Theme : 14, suicide
Disclaimer: nothing to me, to Kubo Tite. ;: D

Mayuri Kurotsuchi had always boasted of having a psychological resistance to any e ; evidence, and to disregard the emotions where others cracked. But there was something against which he could do nothing because it was linked to his being. He hated that thing, then it it wanted to accommodate them cope alone. But in Rukongai, who fared only were those who could crush the other. Rukongai to those who fend for themselves were those who did not fall half dead after attempting to control, once again, this energy they felt in themselves . In Rukongai, who arrived just do not get killed survived, but they were never free. Rukongai at last, if we were hungry, we accepted his fate or were dying.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi was hungry, and he could do nothing. Even when not trying to touch this strange energy he sensed in him, she devoured from within. He did not know how to control it and sometimes escaped him, when he was scared, hurt, or he was angry. How could he ignore it? It was both the cause of his suffering and the only exit door that met him. He could have event one of them , if only he had the strength to leave the brothel. But it was too late. The madam, any lout it was, was smart enough to keep him. She had once picked up in an alley, half fainting from starvation, and had brought "home". She had nursed him, he had thanked her and was prepared to leave, to feel stopped by an iron fist. "Do not you think anyway pas que je t'ai nourri à l'oeil ?» avait-elle demandé. Une heure plus tard, il s'était retrouvé dane une pièce dont les fenêtres avaient des barreaux, avec pour seule instruction «Sois agréable avec les clients et tout se passera bien pour toi. Y'a des métiers plus désagréables que ça, crois-moi.» A cet instant déjà, il était trop tard pour partir. Elle savait . Le premier homme à entrer dans sa pièce en était reparti avec un black eye that had not discouraged. Mayuri had destroyed everything he could in the room, and his energy had flowed from him like lava from a volcano springs, and he was hungry again. He had received no food or water for two days and had not even got out to relieve himself or clean themselves. A pass was enough for him to understand that it would be a prisoner until no longer wants him. When he tried to escape by taking advantage of the release of the client, he had undergone the same treatment. Three days without water, food, and unhygienic. After several escape attempts that had all ended in failure, he gave up and fled had thought of a way to get kicked out . The hostess and several customers had remarked that it was more desirable than many other residents of the brothel, and he thought while he was pushing, he would be expelled. For a time he put a good face, and tried to learn from his companions and fellow sufferers any information that could serve him. He noticed that while some were scarred, everyone took great care of their face. After all, Rukongai, few people that life had not scored in their flesh one way or another. But the beautiful faces, in the brothel, seemed to be a precious commodity whose owners made a great case. This applied especially to women who were there voluntarily, because that life was better, they said, that the lives of those who were doing the same job outside no one to protect them if they fell on a client too violent. Mayuri therefore resolved to mutilate his face. It was not easy because of his behavior upon his arrival, and the beauty that was to protect the madam, she was so lucrative, it was impossible to obtain some object he could use as a weapon against himself or against others. It gave him not even chopsticks to eat his soup: he had to eat from a wooden bowl scultpé, so thick he could not break sharp pieces for use as a blade. All his efforts are never changed this treatment, and other prostitutes were not willing to give him any assistance whatsoever. They did not lose their own privileges, and they were jealous of his daily meals, when they themselves were allowed to feed only two or three times a week. One day, however, the owner decided he was well enough that his clients might offer her sake, if they wished. Some fairly wealthy neighborhoods were seeking anonymous Rukongai some pleasures brothels of beautiful areas of Soul Society did not offer. Mayuri's patience was rewarded and one day, a customer offered him noble sake. He accepted a little, then insisted that he felt unwell and could not drink more. He did not cease, however to make conversation with his client and to regularly fill his cup. When he thought that his reflexes were slow enough, he broke the bottle on the head. While the man was stunned, he lost no time, and without thinking, fear of not being able to go through with his gesture, he grabbed the neck of the bottle and use a sharp edge to decide a ear. His cry alerted all present, and he was found prostrate on the ground, clutching his bloody skull with his client terrified and unable to speak.

Even this sacrifice does not expel him. Having occupied the unhappy customer the hostess came back to him with a tanto and had no hesitation cut the other ear, then left him in the care of a prostitute whom she had confidence. He did not need further explanation: he would not leave. When he emerged from the mists of pain, after a few days, and it was clear that the wounds were not infected, he waited until everyone is lying and sleeping, and used the yukata belt to strangle her. Just before losing consciousness, he curses the energy against nature that had did end his days in a brothel.