Szayel walked around the lab glancing at his riddle every few seconds repeating it in his head.

Squishes,
Squashes,
Wishes I washes,
Can get it in my hair,
Makes me not look too fair.

He paced the lab a little more when two of his fractions walked in. They were a mess their uniforms were torn and dirty and look as if they had been fighting. Szayel sighed and rubbed a pinch between his eyes.

“You two look atrocious. What have you been doing? Mud wrestling?” Szayel’s eye lit up, “That’s it. It’s mud.” His eyes narrowed and his temper flared, “THAT BITCH HID MY ZANPAKUTO IN THE MUD!”

He stormed toward the laboratory door grabbing one of the fractions by the back of the collar dragging him behind. “You’re going to show me where this mud hole is!” he demanded walking out the door slamming it behind.

Continued to: Filthy Experience