Spoon
This is the product of my imagination when I'm bored in Consumers after taking a test.
My friend (IBelongWithTheCullens) asked if I was high when I wrote this. Or drunk. I told her no. But you know, sometimes I do wonder….
Anyway, I don't own Bleach. I wish I did though. Hey, we can dream, right?
Nel was panicking. She had been running around the white hallways of Las Noches, desperately searching for 'Itsygo', who had completely disappeared on her. The little Arrancar rounded a corner, wailing, when she found herself staring at a pair of legs. "Shut the fuck up," a drawling, malicious voice said. It was almost familiar; she could've sworn she had heard it before, but she couldn't quite remember where. She looked up, finding herself staring into the face of a tall, slender Arrancar with a large spoon-shaped collar over his head. "Why you so tall, Spoon-man?" She asked, wrinkling her nose.
"Shut up! It ain't my fault you're a runt! And it's not a spoon!" Nnoitra growled, glaring at Nel.
"You look like a beanpole!" Nel declared cheerfully.
"I do not! Go away!" Nnoitra was annoyed. Who the hell did she think she was? She wasn't even an Espada anymore!
"Beanpole wit' a spoon! An' long silky black hair! 't's so pretty!" Nel jumped on his leg, clinging onto the white fabric of his hakama and trying to climb up.
"Hey! Get off me! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He grabbed the top of her mask, trying to pry her off his leg.
"No! Me wanna spoon!"
"It's not a spoon!"
"Spoon!"
"No!"
"Spoon!" Nel insisted.
"No, dammit!" Nnoitra finally managed to pull Nel off his leg. Throwing her down on the ground, he glared at her before straightening his 'spoon', which had fallen off his head sometime during the process of detaching Nel from his leg.
Nel looked up at him, her wide hazel eyes brimming with tears.
Nnoitra scowled at her. "Whattaya want now, runt?"
She smiled, then rushed forward, kicking him in the shins. Nnoitra doubled over in pain. Seizing the opportunity, she jumped up and grabbed at the spoon-shaped collar, somehow managing to yank it off of Nnoitra's uniform. Then she ran for her life, leaving a livid Nnoitra Gilga cursing behind her.