#akillinginstinct

Chirp. Chirp.

Goes to find the bug spray.

"What the fuck do you want!?" He slammed his palm down into the edge of the sink, snapping a chunk off as he stumbled back into the wall. It spun across the floor and knocked into his toe. Breathing hard, he took in the sharp, serrated edge of the white porcelain. It looked far more tempting than it should have. 

  ((btw hybrid-hero your open starter is killer and when my muse

Something was approaching in the distance. Whether it was the Quincy aspect or the hollow/zanpakuto hybrid, the dark haired god-to-be was unsure. "Good morning." he called out politely.

Busy and hard at work, tinkering and playing with things only he could ever understand, the captain of the 12th division wore a wide grin that showed yellow teeth as he manipulated a particular sample of reiatsu he’d collected. While most shinigami would have noticed when something such as their spiritual pressure was collected, the teenage hybrid he’d ‘borrowed’ it from would never noticed the difference and the invisible wound upon the brat’s soul that he’d created to steal it would heal before any kind of real damage was done. It wasn’t the same as actually experimenting on Kurosaki Ichigo himself, but it would do for the time being and may even provide the evidence he needed to get the substitute shinigami in his lab in the future. More than excited to finally get his hands on such a unique specimen, Mayuri muttered and spoke and exclaimed to himself as he worked. All the while, at his side, his assistant took notes and witnessed the proceedings. “Are you sure this is a wise idea, Mayuri-sama?” Nemu asked quietly, acting as the seemingly insane researcher’s conscious in a way. “Of course!” Mayuri all but screeched, glaring over at her for a moment before returning to his work. The scientist bottled up his sample before placing it within a glass tank of sorts, where it would only be exposed to the conditions he deemed fit for it and have no outside contamination during the night. Machines whirred to life in the background, creating a low hum that pulsed through the room. He snickered when the shapeless mass of reiatsu, growing a murky white the longer it was away from Kurosaki, seemed to react of it’s own accord. He would have to await test results before he could draw anything conclusive, of course, but Mayuri was fairly certain he was able to extract and draw forth the hollow portion of his reiatsu sample, like extracting specific proteins within a DNA strand. He would know for certain in the morning, after the machines had finished reading the results. “Akon!” Mayuri snapped as he straightened and headed toward the door of his lab, Nemu falling in line behind him. “Yes, sir?” The lower ranked researcher inquired, looking up from his own work with a slightly bored expression. “If the results come in sooner, do send word for me.” The captain instructed, “And don’t touch anything! Let it run it’s course.” “Of course, Mayuri-sama.” And with that, Mayuri and his lieutenant left. They wouldn’t receive word from Akon that the sample and it’s results were ready early and would return to the lab with the morning, during Mayuri’s regularly scheduled start time for the day. However, what awaited them was not what they had been expecting. Through out the night, the sample had indeed matured and Akon, having been told not to touch anything, stared on in shock as a hollow, echoing screech ripped through the research lab. Like a beast in mortal peril and pain, the scream echoed through the sound proofed room, but not beyond and dark eyes went wide. A pale hand smacked into the curved glass of the upright, cylindrical tank with enough force to rock the entire thing. Another screech, before the growing creature within, extracted from Kurosaki Ichigo’s reiatsu, collapsed against the glass. The structure rocked, teetering precariously where it had been set up upon one of Mayuri’s many experimentation tables. It’s girth and weight had made it sound enough, so that it hadn’t required being secured, but the creature within rocked it like it weighed very little. Akon hesitantly but curiously drew closer, eyes watching as white formed and folded over itself, exploding outward before drawing back in and wrapping around a figure that hadn’t previously been present. The screaming died down, became strained groans and grunts and growls; bestial sounds. And then it’s head came up in a swift jerk of motion and inverted, haunting eyes snapped to Akon’s form. Gold glowed in a sea of black, swirling with chaos and too much power and the third seat researcher knew they wouldn’t be able to keep this creature locked away for long. He made a reach for the pager that would call Mayuri to the lab, but the creature snarled a distorted, echoing sound and attacked the container holding it in and keeping it prisoner. Glass shattered outward where it’s fist had struck. It pattered against the floor below the table before the rest of the tank followed, rocking off the edge to crash to the tile below. It shattered outward, sending sharp shards spraying through out the room and freeing the creature within. Akon ducked his head behind his arms as the sharp spray washed over him. But as it settled, and only a second airy, lilting hiss echoed through the room, followed by the scrape of glass upon tile, he looked up to find too many limbs where one creature had fallen. The thing separated as it struck the ground, split asunder, but rather than blood or spiritual matter, a second creature was crawling free. The first watched it develop and form, laying upon the ground in a tangle of limbs, with much the same shocked and confused expression that Akon himself wore. The two watched each other, studied one another like such a thing shouldn’t have been possible. Pallid features twisted with confusion and suspicion, mirrored in a copy of itself that shouldn’t have existed. It wasn’t until Akon began drawing his sword that either of the newly form creatures responded to his presence. At the sound of a blade hissing from it’s scabbard, guided by instinct, both looked up and the researcher was pinned by two sets of haunting eyes. He tugged the blade free, his own eyes only widening further, as the two creatures -hollow in nature and emanating an almost stifling power- began pulling themselves to their feet. Bare and weaponless, they straightened at nearly the same time to face the third seat with expressions that spoke of danger and an unhealthy smirk that stretched both sets of colorless lips. Walking through the doors of his lab, the sight that greeted Mayuri that morning was of his third seat researcher laying broken and bloodied, pushed to the far side of the room. Blood streaked the floor below him, creating a path that cut through his lab. More smeared the wall Akon lay against, and dark eyes stared sightlessly at something on the far side of the room. Glass, broken into jagged edged shards, sparkled in the lab’s crisp lighting, littering the floor and radiating outward from it’s point of origin. Mayuri shrieked a wordless, unhappy sound as he saw the destroyed specimen tank. At his side, Nemu spoke in a quiet voice, “Mayuri-sama...” He looked over, in the direction she was looking, to see a figure bathed in white looking back at them. He recognized the boyish features it seemed to copy, a washed out version of the shinigami hybrid who’s soul it normally resided in, and a smile creased his painted face. He may have lost a researcher, but he'd succeeded in doing what he'd set out to accomplish. “Ah, I see I was correct about-” But if he had intended to say anything more, it was cut off as glass crunched underfoot from their other side and Mayuri’s gaze swung to the opposite side of his lab to see a second figure. His features took on a rarely seen look of confusion, smile replaced by a frown. “Two..? But...why are there two?” His answer came in the form of a brilliant, glowing red light as one of the hollow’s lifted it’s hand and aimed toward him. Mayuri let out a startled sound at the unexpected attack, drawing forth his sword just as the cero ripped loose. But as he straightened again, ready to meet the attack, nothing but empty space stood facing him. The wall just to his left was gone, smoldering and tinged with sparking fire from the powerful cero that had destroyed it. Gone with it, both hollows were now free and ran loose.