Piercing the needle deep into Akil’s tough skin, he once more injected the strange liquid into him. “Thanks to my modification…you should have absolutely no trouble recovering from that incident. You just need the proper motivation…foolish man.” Szayel spoke, retracting the needle and throwing it onto the tray. He’d reassembled Akil, but this time he was not so lenient as to give him time for rest and recovery. Not fighting his opponent was a stupid move…Szayel had seen it all play out before him, with the use of the convenient ‘device’ buried deep within Akil’s mind. “Having to fix that trash Aizen left me set me back enough…get UP.” He ordered, watching as slowly Akil’s eyes flickered open.
Sitting up abruptly, his hand flew to his head. Recalling the event for himself no doubt. “Yes, FOOL. You were killed.” Szayel chimed, fixing tools on the counter behind him, his back to Akil.
“…I’m sorry…My Lord…” He spoke.
“You are not forgiven.” Szayel stated flatly, looking at him with a deadly sideways glance. “I did not put all of that work into you…for you to DIE. You will FIGHT! I don’t care who it is assaulting you…is that understood?!”
Akil nodded his assent, standing up and bowing his head to Szayel. “What would you have me do…?”
Shaking his head, Szayel turned to Akil, reaching forward and lifting his face up with his index finger beneath his chin. “You will fight and serve me; and you will DIE when I tell you to. Not a moment before.” Backslapping him, Szayel turned with disgust and adjusted the frame of his glasses with a loud sigh. “Get out of my sight. I have work to do.”
As Akil left the lab, Szayel smiled devilishly. “Watch them closely…” He muttered to the shadow nearby, a light wind blowing, then nothing.
