Nnoitora and Tesla are kinda cool. Tesla does have to put up with a lot of crud that Nnoitora throws at him, huh? And yet he stays...
Tite Kubo. You know the drill.
Tesla hated when Nnoitora did this.
Senseless violence Tesla had come to expect but this occasional episode was always nerve wracking. Nnoitora looked like he was in intense pain, his body stiff, lying in the sand as blood dripped slowly from numerous cuts. The only thing that prevented Tesla from running over to him in order to bandage him up or at least call Nel for help was the fact that Nnoitora was smiling through his pain.
Lying face up in the sand, smiling.
Bleeding in the sand, smiling.
Nnoitora's hands twitched; small trails of saliva dripped down his chin.
Pure bliss.
Or at least that's what Nnoitora said it was. Tesla hated seeing his master in such a state. It looked so wrong. Nnoitora wasn't the one that was supposed to be on the ground. Sure, the idiot lower rank arrancar that tried to fight him out of spite was very much dead but put up a good fight and it gave Nnoitora something Tesla never could.
Nnoitora's artificial high.
Nel hated it too from what he could tell. She didn't understand Nnoitora's lust for the feeling of being an inch away from death. And as much as it bothered him, Tesla knew Nel's worry was because she cared.
But she wasn't the one watching from behind a rock as Nnoitora moaned happily, untreated cuts most likely getting infected, muscles locked up, probably burning from acid buildup. Tesla knew that coming closer meant a severe punishment later, but he couldn't bring himself to leave. Not when Nnoitora was in such a…vulnerable state.
No, he wouldn't leave. He would stay and watch his master, watch him breathing, though raggedy as it was, and wait until Nnoitora's call told him to do otherwise.
When Nnoitora was happy, he was happy.
Even if it was artificial.
Short, I know. Still, Review? :D