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Affiliation: Las Noches | Rank: Eighth Espada | Zanpakuto Name: Fornicarás
- Created By Szayelaporro
Conclusion
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
-- One Stone
Continued from: Two Birds -- He walked the halls of Las Noches looking for two things, his sword and the freak that destroyed the hood on his jacket. He com...The Freaks
Continued from: MY HOOD!
Stomping his way toward Szayel’s lab Nnoitra burst through the door his jacket hanging from his hand as he extended his arm. “One of your freaks was out wandering around last night and the bastard drooled on my hood! Now look at it!”
Szayel looked at his jacket, “My ‘freaks’ as you call them do not drool acids or other corrosives,” he waved him from his lab, “go look elsewhere for your culprit.”
Nnoitra grabbed Szayel up by the front of his jacket bringing him to eyes level with him. “So you’re telling me we have another freak running around in Las Noches and it doesn’t belong to you?”
Szayel push up his glasses and grinned, “It would seem so, Nnoitra.”
Annoyed at this Nnoitra dropped Szayel to the floor; he turned and stormed toward the door. “If I find out this freak belongs to you and you sent me on a wild search,” he turned at the door as he opened it, “I’ll own your head!”
Walking out he slammed the door behind him and headed down the hall back to his room, so he could figure this out.
Continued to: Two Birds --
Victimized Again
It was a long night for Szayel as he sat up most of the night going over the results on Zeshin once more. He wanted to prove even more that the arrancar was not who he claimed. Waking up Szayel stretched his arms over his head and yawned.
For reasons other then a strange feeling he looked beside his desk. Quickly he jumped up causing the chair he sat in to be pushed dramatically back and falling to the floor.
“FORNICARAS!!"
Szayel frantically looked around the room not seeing his zanpakuto anywhere. His eyes narrowed and his blood boiled as he spoke through gritted teeth.
“I will kill that bastard when I get my hands on him!”
