A/N: Brand new Bleach story, another one of many more to come! Please read and review, all comments appreciated. I don't own Bleach!
Chapter 1
Nel wandered aimlessley around the empty desert of Las Noches, a warrior with no purpose, she had been beaten and left for dead and to make matteres worse it was by the man she loved. Her once beautiful body was now reduced to that of a childs, her mask broken and her heart shattered. Her fraccion trailed sadly behind her, their heads in their hands as the inital shock of the previous horrific events finally sunk their way in. Nel sobbed as she thought of her once happy life, her dearest freinds and fraccion smiling and laughing with her, her cosy bed, her kind master and most of all her fights with him. He would always insult her or attack her just to get a fight from her, even though he knew she would beat him he would try anyway to get stronger and eventually surpass her and climb his way to the top of the Espada rank. She visiobned his face when he slashed his sword violently across her mask, it was full of hatred but was tinted with the slightest wave of guilt as she looked into his eyes pleadingly, saying his name before a black pit of pain and unconciousness overtook her "Nnoitra". Her heart ached to see him, to ask hkm why he did what he did and to find out the true sorce of his burning hatred for her. She had loved him ever since she first saw him at Las Noches, just after Aizen had named her Espada number 3, his long silky hair, his tall and thin body, his soft pale skin and the eye patch added to the rugged look which drove ehr crazy. She had tried to get closer to him but he only ever wanted to surpass her, she was an annoying fly to him and he wanted to swat her, though she never understood why she ahd never done anything to him, had she?
He violently shook his head, trying to shake the image of her face from his brain, the pleading look her ebautiful brown orbs gave him before they closed and reawoke as a mere child. He placed his head in his hands, his breathing rugged and uneven as he thought of her alone in the desert with only her idiot fracciones to look after her- she wouldn't survive the night. He shook his head again, he had wanted this- he was the onwe who had gone to Szyal to havee ehr wiped out of his life and now here he was worrying about her and wetrher she would survive, why did he care? Her face came into his thoughts again as he pictured her beautiful brown eyes, her gorgeous long flowing green hair and not to mention her mouthwatering curves that always captured his attention- no matter how hidden they were. He remembered the way her eyes were filled with fear when his sword sliced through her delicate mask and shattered her life and power force. "Nnoitra" she spoke his name in a soft whisper like you would to a lover, it crushed his heart to see her on the verge of death- especially on his doing. He just wanted to sweep her back up into his arms and carry her back to the palace before kissing her like he had dreamt of so often. He had been so confused about his feeling for her for so long, and that he realised he had never hated her, he had loved her. The thought made him sick, her treating him like some sort of obedient dog, cuddling him and calling him stupid names- he wanted to vomit! But he wanted to see her so much it ached, so here he was walking the lonely deserts of Las Noches in the dead of night in hope that he might find her, and he wouldn't give up untill he did.
Nel woke to another cloudless sky, the sun beating down cruelly on her small back. She yawned and stretched before heading over to her two dearest friends asleep beside a large boulder "Pesche, wake up" she shook his shoulders sharply, he still didn't wake "stupid idiot" she mumbled under breath before she kicked him hard in the stomach with her small foot, he sat up sharply with a yelp, his eyes wide with shock. "What was that for Nel?" he asked, hurt in his voice "it's time to wake up" she replied innocently, her eyes wide, Pesche got up slowly, heaving Dondochakka up with many grunts of pain. Nel giggled at the hilarious sight, rolling on the floor trying to calm the ache in her ribs. "Urm master Nel?" Pesche asked worriedly, confused as to why Nel was rolling on the floor clutching her ribs with tears rolling down her face.
Miles away Nnoitra was woken from his light slumber by the loud giggles of a child, "Nel" he whispered as he quickly got to his feet and set back to walking, searching for the giggling child. Hope filling his heart and worry knotting his stomach tightly.
