Resurrection (short Bleach fanfic)
Mis-read a prompt on BleachedBlackk's current bitesized fic challenge. Oh well. At least it is not a total loss.
Title: Resurrection
Author/Artist: Me
Pairing(s): Szayel/ Il Forte
Rating: R
Warnings: Gore and weird sciency stuff/ implied incest and mild necro
Summary: A desperate attempt to save his brother
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Tite Kubo, from the Bleach manga and anime series.
Szayel took in his dead brothers lips and kissed deeply. “I’m going to get you back, I swear on it.”
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When Grimmjow returned with Il Forte’s remains, he was very visibly pissed having lost his whole squad of personal fracciones that day. Szayel crumbled on seeing his brother dead, shaken with rage and loss. He and his brother shared a special relationship. While Il Forte belonged to Grimmjow and was sworn to him, he spent a lot of time with Szayel when they were home. He was not going to lose him, not now and not to any blasted shinigami!
He spent weeks formulating a way to return the fraccion to life, convinced that as the creator of all fracciones in Las Noches, if he could make them he sure as hell could find a way to revive them. He recalled his brother’s essence using a combination of multidimensional garganta and a sample of his and his brother’s reiatsu as a beacon for the wayward soul to home in on. It now rested in waiting, encapsulated in one of the same containers from which he created fracciones in the first place.
First he had to restructure Il Forte’s body. There was not much left for him to work with but he knew his brother’s body inside and out, having created it originally from his memories of him when Grimmjow decided to separate the souls and breathe new life back into his pack he had consumed in a bid to gain more power.
He had to reform bone and muscle, connect muscle and tendon, and infuse the structure with blood; hard but rewarding work and Szayel could think of nothing more he wanted to spend his time on. …..only the best for you brother…. Several of his prototype fracciones were housed in tubes, the unwilling ones wrestled into them, chosen for a particular part he wanted to help rebuild that perfect body and reinforce it, making it more resistant to destruction. Their muffled screams could barely be heard outside the glass as their bodies were dissolved into their component parts. They were merely vessels to him; soulless creations, neither hollow nor human; blueprints and raw materials, nothing more. While he could easily recreate a body for him out of individual atoms and reiatsu like last time, this time he was determined to make it so he could not lose him again.
Often he found himself gripping his head in frustration, collapsed to the floor in front of his workspace. Minutes became days, became weeks. The telltale signs of not having any sleep tugged at his beautiful features making him look old and unkempt. Other projects he could easily put down and come back to at his leisure, but not this time. Occasionally Szayel grabbed a nearby fraccion and ate the creature for an extra burst of energy to keep with his tireless task.
He took only the best tendons, muscle and soft organs from his sacrificed fracciones bodies. With careful skill he extracted and pieced each part together, linking tendons to bones and connecting torn muscles back together, grafting skin over and pumping blood through tubes into the newly reformed circulatory system. He curiously sampled the mix of blood he created, letting the taste linger on his tongue as he worked away at his brother’s intricate body. He built the perfect biological machine to house his brother’s now fading essence; the unattached soul slowly giving itself up through the degradation of time.
Soon all that was left was to coax the soul into the body and hope it took hold. His heart leapt into his throat as he opened the container holding the remnants of his brothers personality and memories. He watched in anxious anticipation as it flowed into the instantly recognizable blond haired shell. He took whatever fracciones he had left and pumped their reiatsu through tubes into Il Forte’s new body to help the soul take hold.
“Come on brother….” He breathed “Take it dammit!” Slowly but surely he watched as the his brother’s chest dipped, bent, carved and smoothed the hollow hole reforming before his very eyes. Soon it was followed by the remnant of his hollow mask, bits of bone solidifying as if out of thin air on the man’s head. The soul took hold of the body, but minutes became hours and nothing happened.
“No! Come on…..” Szayel snarled, eyes and brows twitching, dread gripping his chest. His brother’s body was unresponsive as if no one was home. Szayel growled in protest smacking the table and then gripping the man’s shoulders. “Wake up dammit!” Reiatsu flowed freely into the body from his hands. Szayel shook and cried, tears overflowing his eyes, running down his cheeks, and dripping onto his brother’s chest. “Wake up Il Forte!”
He waited and still nothing. There was not enough reiatsu to revive the remaining soul. He trembled dumbstruck staring at his brother’s unmoving form. He had done everything right and it was not working. “I did not go this far to see you fail on me!” He screamed gripping the shoulders again, fingers like claws digging into the flesh. He flooded the body with his own reiatsu without thinking of the inevitable consequence. His vision grew blurry as he howled in cursed frustration. The lab grew dark and he fell, collapsing to the floor, body limp and splayed like a ragdoll as unmoving as his brother’s seemingly lifeless form.
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Warmth and a curious tingling in his hair greeted him as he came to. Szayel opened his eyes, looking up. When his vision cleared, golden eyes met his gaze and Il Forte smiled down at him, his hand stroking through Szayel’s pink hair, the other cradling Szayel’s head in his lap. Szayel sighed a sigh of relief and smiled back at him.
“Thank you brother, I’m home now…”
Title: Resurrection
Author/Artist: Me
Pairing(s): Szayel/ Il Forte
Rating: R
Warnings: Gore and weird sciency stuff/ implied incest and mild necro
Summary: A desperate attempt to save his brother
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Tite Kubo, from the Bleach manga and anime series.
Szayel took in his dead brothers lips and kissed deeply. “I’m going to get you back, I swear on it.”
………………………………………………………………………………………
When Grimmjow returned with Il Forte’s remains, he was very visibly pissed having lost his whole squad of personal fracciones that day. Szayel crumbled on seeing his brother dead, shaken with rage and loss. He and his brother shared a special relationship. While Il Forte belonged to Grimmjow and was sworn to him, he spent a lot of time with Szayel when they were home. He was not going to lose him, not now and not to any blasted shinigami!
He spent weeks formulating a way to return the fraccion to life, convinced that as the creator of all fracciones in Las Noches, if he could make them he sure as hell could find a way to revive them. He recalled his brother’s essence using a combination of multidimensional garganta and a sample of his and his brother’s reiatsu as a beacon for the wayward soul to home in on. It now rested in waiting, encapsulated in one of the same containers from which he created fracciones in the first place.
First he had to restructure Il Forte’s body. There was not much left for him to work with but he knew his brother’s body inside and out, having created it originally from his memories of him when Grimmjow decided to separate the souls and breathe new life back into his pack he had consumed in a bid to gain more power.
He had to reform bone and muscle, connect muscle and tendon, and infuse the structure with blood; hard but rewarding work and Szayel could think of nothing more he wanted to spend his time on. …..only the best for you brother…. Several of his prototype fracciones were housed in tubes, the unwilling ones wrestled into them, chosen for a particular part he wanted to help rebuild that perfect body and reinforce it, making it more resistant to destruction. Their muffled screams could barely be heard outside the glass as their bodies were dissolved into their component parts. They were merely vessels to him; soulless creations, neither hollow nor human; blueprints and raw materials, nothing more. While he could easily recreate a body for him out of individual atoms and reiatsu like last time, this time he was determined to make it so he could not lose him again.
Often he found himself gripping his head in frustration, collapsed to the floor in front of his workspace. Minutes became days, became weeks. The telltale signs of not having any sleep tugged at his beautiful features making him look old and unkempt. Other projects he could easily put down and come back to at his leisure, but not this time. Occasionally Szayel grabbed a nearby fraccion and ate the creature for an extra burst of energy to keep with his tireless task.
He took only the best tendons, muscle and soft organs from his sacrificed fracciones bodies. With careful skill he extracted and pieced each part together, linking tendons to bones and connecting torn muscles back together, grafting skin over and pumping blood through tubes into the newly reformed circulatory system. He curiously sampled the mix of blood he created, letting the taste linger on his tongue as he worked away at his brother’s intricate body. He built the perfect biological machine to house his brother’s now fading essence; the unattached soul slowly giving itself up through the degradation of time.
Soon all that was left was to coax the soul into the body and hope it took hold. His heart leapt into his throat as he opened the container holding the remnants of his brothers personality and memories. He watched in anxious anticipation as it flowed into the instantly recognizable blond haired shell. He took whatever fracciones he had left and pumped their reiatsu through tubes into Il Forte’s new body to help the soul take hold.
“Come on brother….” He breathed “Take it dammit!” Slowly but surely he watched as the his brother’s chest dipped, bent, carved and smoothed the hollow hole reforming before his very eyes. Soon it was followed by the remnant of his hollow mask, bits of bone solidifying as if out of thin air on the man’s head. The soul took hold of the body, but minutes became hours and nothing happened.
“No! Come on…..” Szayel snarled, eyes and brows twitching, dread gripping his chest. His brother’s body was unresponsive as if no one was home. Szayel growled in protest smacking the table and then gripping the man’s shoulders. “Wake up dammit!” Reiatsu flowed freely into the body from his hands. Szayel shook and cried, tears overflowing his eyes, running down his cheeks, and dripping onto his brother’s chest. “Wake up Il Forte!”
He waited and still nothing. There was not enough reiatsu to revive the remaining soul. He trembled dumbstruck staring at his brother’s unmoving form. He had done everything right and it was not working. “I did not go this far to see you fail on me!” He screamed gripping the shoulders again, fingers like claws digging into the flesh. He flooded the body with his own reiatsu without thinking of the inevitable consequence. His vision grew blurry as he howled in cursed frustration. The lab grew dark and he fell, collapsing to the floor, body limp and splayed like a ragdoll as unmoving as his brother’s seemingly lifeless form.
……………………………………………………………
Warmth and a curious tingling in his hair greeted him as he came to. Szayel opened his eyes, looking up. When his vision cleared, golden eyes met his gaze and Il Forte smiled down at him, his hand stroking through Szayel’s pink hair, the other cradling Szayel’s head in his lap. Szayel sighed a sigh of relief and smiled back at him.
“Thank you brother, I’m home now…”