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The War Within	By : Raymy Category: Bleach > General Views: 3458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its characters. I received no money for this fan fiction.

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A/N: This story has numerous couplings: F/F, M/F and M/M. I don't concentrate on just one type of pairing because there are so many opporntunities (pun intended) when dealing with the 3 Realms (edited). I also like to reflect reality somewhat (perhaps exaggerated a bit) and therefore, everything goes.
Edit: There isn't enough room in the Story summary to put all the warning tags I will or might need, so I'll try to label each chapter appropriately. Please alert me to anything missing.
Setting: The time frame begins after the Espada have made an appearance in Karakura Town. I'm not sure how much time will pass or how far I will stray from the canon to suit my purposes, but we'll find out together. Of note, certain points from my first story, Driven to Distraction, are alluded to a few times so if you read it, it will give you an extra kick in the pants.
Acknowledgements: I want to thank a couple of wonderful people who helped my creative juices flow until they were dripping out my ears. Cuzosu, you caused me to delve deeper into my character's history and motivations. FicticiousDelicious (TicLic), your feedback made me think hard on descriptions and settings, reminding me that details are essential to entertaining. I hope you all enjoy.
Chapter Warnings: Contro ~ Incest & Abuse, M/C (mind control), UST (unresolved sexual tension), IMMOR (immorality, not immortality, you ninnies - I made this code up), HJ (handjob), Oral (blowjob), Lying, Taunting, Tenting, unauthorized piggy-backing on someone else's research, unregistered giant viewscreen. Erm ... sorry, got into a silly mood.
The War Within
1. Subterfuge: Mislead the Fools, Conceive the Plan
The impending Winter War loomed over the Seireitei and every division of the Gotei 13 was busy preparing for the unknown trials they would have to face. Very few high level Shinigami could say that they weren’t under tremendous stress, and those of lower rank were just plain scared. Everyone took time off to relax, unwind, and forget for a few hours. Some played cards, drank sake, or napped. Some sparred or exercised to burn off pent up anxiety and excitement. A few took leave in the Living World and went to the popular dance clubs. Many, but not all, used sex as a distraction. Two lucky ones were even able to find love, a romantic tale that was known only to their friends.
One eccentric man found the pressure to win the war against the traitor Taichous: Aizen Sōsuke, Ichimaru Gin, and Tōsen Kaname, quite invigorating. It spurred him on to excel in his creativity and he had worked tirelessly, preparing for his shining moment.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri stood before the gathering of taichous in the first division’s assembly hall, vibrating in anticipation of the announcement he was about to make. His Shihakushō and Haori were pristine; he would let no blemish mar his performance. His purple scarf and body makeup marked his individuality; indicating a desire to set himself apart from his cohorts. He had positioned his giant video flat screen behind the Soutaichou at the front of the room, blocking out the entire window bank and was just waiting for the signal from Yamamoto to begin.
The absence of those three division taichous who had rebelled against the archaic system of authority in the Soul Society was palpably noticeable as their assigned positions remained empty. They had thoughtlessly abandoned their comrades and their respective fukutaichous were not allowed to take their place as acting taichou at the meetings.
The eight taichous present talked amongst themselves, killing time until the last and most definitely late, attendee arrived. It was not the health challenged Ukitake Jūshirō as one might expect, since he frequently missed these meetings. This time, however, the white haired taichou was able to take part in the regular event as he had been feeling quite hale and hearty lately. Unohana Taichou’s latest therapy had him taking extra vitamin supplements to encourage his body’s own immune system to flourish and it was working wonderfully. He hadn’t felt this good in over one hundred years.
The tardy taichou was actually from the 8^th division and when he finally showed, his pink, flowery kimono, worn over his Haori, fluttered like a butterfly as he took his place next to the handsome Ukitake. Kyōraku Shunsui whispered into Jūshirō’s ear, brushing his lips against the snowy, silk hair, thus earning a wink and a smile from his kindred spirit.
Yamamoto Soutaichou rapped his cane down lightly to bring the noisy assembly to order, nodding for Kurotsuchi to begin. The room quieted and the scientist cleared his throat, surveying the waiting eyes. He spoke with a nasal treble that was loud and clear, “I have developed a remarkable device that can miniaturize a Hollow to microscopic size and by that means, reduce its potency and menace.” He paused for effect to let his revelation sink in.
“That’s impossible!” cried the feisty Suì-Fēng Taichou, while Komamura Taichou growled in assent. “I know that you’re supposed to be the scientist here, but even I know that’s a pimple-faced, thirteen-year old, human-nerd fantasy. You’re wasting our time with this – this – immature delusion.” More grumbling and a thinly disguised taunt were heard about the room; the latter coming from young Hitsugaya Taichou, who had no patience for Kurotsuchi’s grandstanding.
Zaraki Taichou jeered openly in his low, gravelly voice. “What an idiot. I don’t know a thing about science and inventions but I’m not stupid enough to fall for that egomaniac’s cock and bull. If that’s what’s being dressed up as genius these days, then I might as well apply for the job.” While others laughed outright at the absurdity of the towering, muscle-bound soldier tinkering with beakers and chemicals, the proper Kuchiki Taichou of royal heritage, had to suppress a smirk that threatened the corner of his mouth. It would not do to imply support for the beastly fighter that might later cost him an advantage.
“Well –– now –– everyone, let’s not get nasty and make assumptions.” Kyōraku Taichou’s sake-soaked voice rumbled through the uproar. “Some astonishing inventions have come out of the Research and Development Institute (RDI) since its inception. I, for one, am interested in hearing what Kurotsuchi Taichou has to say.” It surprised Mayuri that Kyōraku had come to his defence, for all of five-seconds. He then realized that the insightful man was not the kind to disregard any information that could give an understanding of his enemy. Not that Mayuri was at odds with the shrewd brunette as far as he knew.
“I agree with Shunsui,” Ukitake Taichou concurred as he followed the instruction given to him moments before. He smiled affectionately at his long time friend. He knew what really prompted the intercession. “Let the man speak,” he added for effect.
With two of the oldest taichous showing support for his intrinsic right to explain himself, the room fell into silence again, eyes trained on Mayuri’s large display screen.
He nodded to the 8^th and 13^th division taichous and carried on, giving the equivalent of a Keynote® presentation to the assembled company. He demonstrated through recorded videos, examples of his successes using lesser Hollows that were easy to entrap. This earned more than a few astonished gasps as the validity of his claim became apparent. He then excitedly purported the potential for his device to allow the capture of one of Aizen’s new Arrancar creations. Due to the machine’s massive energy capacity in proportion to an Arrancar’s power, he hoped it would be one of the recently revealed Espada.
“By making the creature more manageable, we remove the necessity of killing it, thereby providing a better opportunity for examination and study,” he gleefully announced. “It goes without saying that it would be disposed of after no more of its secrets could be extracted.”
There followed many tedious questions, to which he answered in a vague and inattentive fashion. “I can’t give away too many details, you see. There is an unscrupulous scientist,” I refuse to speak his name, “who wouldn’t hesitate to exploit the knowledge.” Of course, everyone knew he meant Urahara Kisuke, the former brilliant 12^th Taichou and creator of the RDI. He especially didn’t want Urahara to know the facts because the reality was that this discovery, as well as many others, were built on the man’s long abandoned research notes.
After what seemed like hours of debate and accusations, but was only forty-five minutes in real time, the final consensus was that the information gained from this venture would be invaluable to defeating Aizen and his followers. Therefore, Yamamoto Soutaichou sanctioned the necessary expedition to take an Arrancar prisoner with this method.
“The taichou who leads this mission will have to locate and separate an Espada from the enemy’s encampment as well as work in close partnership with the 12^th Division Taichou,” Yamamoto concluded, his eyes squinting from fatigue. “Kurotsuchi Taichou, you can choose the Operational Commander who will best suit your needs.”
“That is as it should be, Soutaichou.” He gave a mock bow to his superior.
“I will reveal my choice tomorrow,” he simpered toward the other taichou’s, and left for his division, scurrying through the Seireitei while muttering under his breath. This situation plays right into my plans.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri had been scheming on more than a simple capture & study scenario. An undisclosed experiment attached to this project was to analyze what would happen if the minuscule Hollow was injected, like an infectious agent, into a Shinigami. This is the test that truly interested Mayuri. If the capture is successful, I can always get more specimens for detailed study later, fulfilling my initial proposal.
He mulled over the possibilities. Would said Shinigami be able to fight the Hollow on a Reishi particle level, using nothing more than natural Reiatsu? Would the Arrancar influence the host physically? Or –– maybe even mentally? What if it behaved as a virus, replicating itself and destroying the body’s cells? Would the Shinigami be literally destroyed from the inside out? He tittered at the image of an imploding Suì-Fēng in his mind, her pained and confused facial expression turning to one of understanding as he revealed at the last minute, his role in her demise. It would serve her right for that ridiculous outburst.
These malicious thoughts triggered his curiosity so intensely that more than his interest was aroused, although he seriously cared little about the tenting under his Haori. He was too excited about his ideas and only gave his erection a fleeting thought, figuring he could continue to work out the particulars while simultaneously ridding himself of those interfering sensations. Hmph, what inconvenient timing. I’ll summon Nemu to my quarters at once, to perform the necessary duty.
Some might have thought it inappropriate for him to dictate that his “daughter” enact a sexual role for him. However, because he was incapable of understanding the meaning of the words “family” or “parent”, it didn’t occur to him that he was doing anything unusual. He was simply, her creator, and she, his scientific achievement. She may have his DNA, but that was only because he would settle for no deformity in his creation, and his genetic code was the best available in the Seireitei. Her purpose as his fukutaichou encompassed anything he determined was necessary for his proper functioning.
He arrived at his modern quarters after sending a message off to Nemu. His room was decorated in a western style, denoting his fascination with the technology of the Human World. He didn’t care where the latest gadgets came from, as long as he had access to studying them. Settling back onto his four poster bed, his fingers laced behind his head, he stared at a mural on the ceiling of the great scientists he admired and contemplated the critical actions he would take in the next few days. I’ll need to choose a host and route for the injection as well as set up all the monitoring schedules and testing parameters. Oh, this is so compelling! –– It’s unfortunate that I can’t share my enthusiasm with a peer, but there really is no one who fits that description and at any rate, it must remain a secret for now. I can’t even let Nemu or Akon know all the details, because it’s foolish to trust anyone completely.
Kurotsuchi Nemu entered the bed chamber mentally prepared for what she would be asked to do. She was familiar with this task as she had been doing it for as long as she could remember. It had never seemed odd to her because she had never spoken to anyone about it to know that it was considered abnormal. She exposed the semi-erect penis as she undressed her taichou (she couldn’t perceive him as a real father any more than he could, himself). From experience, she knew that if he tried to ignore it, it would deflate, but then he would insist that she re-stimulate him so he could be done with it, for certain. He said it could resurface and interrupt his work if he didn’t ejaculate and she accepted that explanation.
What did she know of a man’s urges? She hadn’t truly acknowledged that she had any, herself. She didn’t understand the flush in her cheeks that arose when he summoned her for this job. She was curious that her hand would come out wet if she thrust it into her tingling crotch after servicing him, but then she would wash it off and carry on with her day. Previously, when she had tried to rub against that tingling feeling during one of her encounters with him, he’d ordered her to stop behaving childishly, so she had never tried again, during or afterward. He never taught her about her own body’s needs and she wasn’t inclined to explore as it wasn’t part of her assigned responsibilities.
She set about stroking him until he was fully hard. He had coached her beforehand that it would go faster if she sucked on it as well as using her hand. She preferred to hasten the finish in order to go back to her other, more fulfilling duties and so she complied with the instruction. While squeezing and sliding her fist on its base, Nemu took the stiff member into her wet, warm mouth. That intimate action left her body feeling somewhat unsatisfied, with a strange plumpness between her legs that she usually walked off or sometimes even exercised vigorously to eliminate. Today, her taichou looked preoccupied with his thoughts, so she took a chance that he wouldn’t detect her defiance, reached down with her free hand and rubbed the source of her distraction.
While his annoying carnal needs were being tended to, Mayuri’s thoughts returned to his research subject. This host will have to be someone with high levels of Reiatsu, almost taichou class, to be able to combat an Espada’s strength, even if the beast is teensy-weensy in size. It is especially important because the microscopic Arrancar will still be overwhelmingly powerful in comparison to the surrounding tissue. He chuckled at the irony of requiring an extremely powerful Shinigami to fight an undetectable foe. The levity he felt was a good indication that the fellatio was yielding the desired effect.
He let his hips rock forward into the sucking, moist mouth. I can’t remember how long before Nemu’s “birth” that someone else had done this for me. As I recall, the filthy wenches of the Rukongai never satisfied me. She’s the only one who does it right, though I’ll never tell her that. Perhaps it is because I made her, and she complies exactly and willingly the way I instruct.
He was breathing rapidly, now, and it wouldn’t be much longer before he reached orgasm. I’ll have a brief moment of mental detachment where I’ll be oblivious to my real concerns, then after, I can devote my full attention to my strategies.
Mayuri’s mind made a connection between the current situation and the requirements for a suitable subject. The best results will be obtained if the host is unaware of his involvement, so his reactions will be as natural as possible. Normal freedom of movement must be allowed. He heartily agreed with his own assessment as his balls tightened and he grabbed Nemu’s hair, thrusting deep into her throat. She braced her “working” hand on the bed, scrunching the coverlet in her fist. He made a ridiculous sound, inconsistent with his usual demeanour, and she gagged in response, also inconsistent with her usual composure. She was forced to swallow his emission, but at least he liberated her from the constriction of his cock wedged in her esophagus. She took a large gulp of welcome air as she swiftly pulled her “wayward” hand up to fix his hakama.
“Get out, Nemu, can’t you see I’ve got work to do?” He shooed at her with a flick of his hand as she tried to put his clothes back in order. “You can’t neglect your own responsibilities any longer, you layabout!” As he raised his hand again, she flinched and moved away as fast as she could because she was sure he was going to hit her if she didn’t. He arranged his own clothing and sat up as she scuttled out of the room.
While he paced around in the chamber, he picked up his last train of thought as if he had never left it. Given the possibility of misadventure due to the subject’s independence, a lethal outcome for a taichou will be too high profile and could have negative repercussions on myself. A fukutaichou will serve my purposes just as well and will not be sorely missed if he expires, which is really of no concern to an illustrious scientist with my ethical leanings. To the known universe, that meant no conscience, but he was proud to be lacking in that area, as it was a nuisance to contend with a subject’s feelings and individual rights.
Nemu seems to be an obvious host choice as she is almost as powerful as I and has always been readily available for experimentation. Because he created her, however, he felt she would not be ‘normal’ enough as he had purposely improved on her molecular structure. Her self diagnostics would detect the incursion and impede the natural development of the host-intruder interaction. A fukutaichou outside my division will unfortunately add more variables to the equation, but with the right planning, excellent data can still obtained.
What was of concern was how to collect the data if the subject wasn’t directly under his control? The data collector or “observer” will have to be the one controlled, then. That won’t be a problem, regardless of who it is. He had much success with manipulation methods that could be programmed right into the brain. Nemu was a case in point. The chosen host will have to be monitored closely, and therefore, an observer will likely have to be an intimate or close friend. Mayuri might even have to insinuate someone if his unwitting volunteer had no close relationships, which would require having to design the correct circumstances to get this data collector close enough with the host before the experiment commenced.
Even though this person will not have to be ‘normal’ like the subject, he can not be associated with 12^th Division, else there could be suspicion thrown on myself if odd behaviour begins to appear in the subject. In fact, the observer should most definitely be better than an ordinary Shinigami, because he will need to be able to collect data on multiple levels. That includes Reiatsu levels, cellular level decomposition, possible organ failure and even personality changes. Then the data will have to be relayed back to me. Again, Nemu would be perfect but she is too closely linked to me and therefore ruled out. He never thought she would be so useless to him and became irritated because he didn’t have time to create someone from scratch to his specifications. I’ll have to alter the collector to be a conduit through which my data could be delivered, like an organic router, only more sophisticated.
Mayuri was now convinced that all he needed was to surreptitiously abduct his exceptionally talented observer and configure that brain to be susceptible to his commands while removing any recollection of having been snatched. His research team would implant a recorder/transmitter that would collect and store data specific to this experiment and send the data at specified intervals to him. I should make that a transceiver so I can remotely control the observer. Yes, that would be the wisest decision. He would then insert the observer into the subject’s life as to make him indispensable, if he wasn’t already.
He had decided that his subject and observer would accompany them on the mission to trap the Espada and the true experiment would take place immediately after the diminution process. I’ll arrange an “accident” where the subject will be injected without his own (or anyone’s) knowledge. He would leave the Hollow’s ensnarement details to the Operations Chief, once he had named the lucky taichou.
That sequence of events seemed entirely possible as long as he controlled who was assigned to the squad and when the expedition set out; the latter being a certainty, as he had the final say when his equipment was ready for transport. Since he could choose his mission leader, he felt he could also choose any others that were necessary, and so bringing his subject and observer on the mission was taken care of, too.
Mayuri felt extremely pleased with the outcome of his analysis and since it was 6 p.m., decided to break for a well deserved supper. He would resume his mental probing on a full stomach. I rather enjoy consuming food for the necessary upkeep of my health and strength. It’s not distasteful like relieving that infrequent sexual compulsion which only serves to distract me. I should look into suppressing that instinct –– or removing it altogether!
He was known to make irrational declarations that were never followed up on and this was no exception. His true feelings regarding mating were ambivalent; he’d never been in love to know the joy of expressing that love sexually and didn’t know if he ever wanted to be, although he sometimes wondered about it when observing a couple, usually both male, riveted to each other’s presence. Even with the slight gratification he obtained due to Nemu’s talented mouth, he was unaware of a deep dissatisfaction in that area.
With that last thought, he strode off to the 12^th’s cafeteria.

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