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Hello my special guests. Welcome to The Brilliant Mind of Szayel Aporro. This is where you will be reading about what's going around in my mind. Don't worry its' not going to hurt you to take a look inside. . .much. Its' mostly about my research and latest experiments anyway. Take a look around, and feel free to stay awhile if you wish. . .
“It’s my turn now…” Szayel stated, a tint of glee in his tone. He was looking over a vast amount of paperwork. To be more specific…the RESULTS of his countless experiments on the new Fraccion. While he hadn’t been able to perform quite as many as he wished…especially on the one that had escaped, he had still gathered sufficient information on the others to fit his whims. Laughing sadistically to a joke in his mind that he was sure only he could comprehend, he stood and exited his chambers in quite a rush.
Entering Aizen’s chambers, he bowed low. “Lord Aizen.” He greeted. “I’m terribly sorry for requesting an audience with you so suddenly…however, I simply felt this could wait no longer.”
Aizen looked on at Szayel as he bowed before him. "Get on with it, Szayel. I do not have all day." Aizen pressed him knowing how Szayel can ramble on about things at times.
Szayel cleared his throat as he rose. "Yes, of course. I have merely come to you with the request of getting my own fraccion...I think it due time that I receive one of these...humans to take as my own. The process with the Hogyoku fascinates me...I would very much like my own fraccion with which I could tes--witness theories I hold on the transformation and degradation process..." He hoped Aizen hadn't caught that.
Aizen looked at Szayel with an amused smile, "So you want your own fracción finally. Fine, do as you please." Aizen told him motioning him away with his hand. Szayel got a sadistic grin on his face as Aizen quickly added, "On seconded thought. I have received word there is a rogue fracción wondering around that is looking for a master.” Aizen looked on at Szayel waiting for a reaction.
Szayel adjusted his glasses. "How very fortunate for me then." He commented with his sadistic grin remaining. "Send this fraccion to me. If they should pass my analysis, I will accept them. May I have permission for some...radical experimentation?"
Aizen looked at Szayel with narrowed eyes, "And who would this be used on, Szayel?" Aizen asked him rather curious of his answer.
"No need to worry, my Lord. I will exclude all experimentation solely to my own, should permission be given...of course." Szayel said, a gleam in his eye.
Aizen nodded, "Good. I will tell this rouge Fraccion to contact you. Is that all, Szayel?" Aizen asked him.
Szayel's smile became devious as Aizen granted him permission. "Yes, My Lord. That is all. I thank you for your time..." Bowing once more, he turned on his heel and quickly exited the chambers.
Aizen gave an amused chuckle shaking his head, "He is truly more warped then myself."
Returning to his chambers, Szayel let out a chilling laugh. “Yes! At last! I will have all the answers I desire!!!” His voice echoed.
Arela’s eyes shot open abruptly. Looking up at a pure white ceiling, she had no memory of where she was…who she was…what she was. She tried to move her hands, but quickly found her wrists to be restrained in belts. Her ankles the same…she didn’t care to know the reason…she wanted out. She began to breathe quickly as she struggled. There was a weakness in the left restraint…after some fighting, it snapped. Quickly turning over, she released the strap on her right wrist, followed by those binding her legs. She looked down to her shredded clothes, nothing but a lab sheet covering her. In fact, if it had covered her head, she would look like a corpse in a morgue. She sat up and pulled the sheet up to cover her…looking around…there was nothing but strange devices…and tables…a girl lying not far from her.
She moved to step off, but ended up rolling off the platform instead, crashing to the ground with a hard thud. She didn’t even feel it. Her body was numb. Rising to her feet, her knees buckled as she struggled to stand. She was breathing hard…fighting for life. Gaining control, she pulled the sheet around her and walked to the girl laying unconscious. She looked down at her with a cold expression. Reaching forward towards her neck, she stopped at her shoulder and shook her fiercely. No response. She shook her again. There was a noise from the back of the room, Arela’s head darting up quickly. She pulled her hand away, and got on the defensive. Then nothing. Looking once more to the girl, she shook her head and walked towards the door.
Opening it, she saw nothing as far as her eyes could see. They blurred, so she rubbed them, pulled the sheet back up, then stumbled down the white stone halls towards the only thing she could sense….her Master. Her bare feet pattered down the halls as she stumbled occasionally, her body not wanting to cooperate with her for some unknown reason. Corridor after Corridor, the seemingly ceaseless trek continued. Stopping, she slid down the wall in which she used to support her, all the way to her knees. Her eyes felt heavy…she longed to sleep.
“No….” She fought, struggling to her feet again. Turning a corner, she was very close. She approached the door after a long walkway, and pushed it open without knocking. “My….Lord….” She muttered, falling to the ground.
The sound of feet rushing up to her was heard, and then speaking…but Arela couldn’t tell who or what it was…she lost consciousness shortly after. She just remembered the sensation of relief washing over her.
