Hatred.
He fucking hated her. She filled him with rage, with so many emotions, all that made his teeth grind and fists clench.
Every part of her, all aspects of her body and mind, only fueled him. He would fight her every day, taking out what he felt toward her, hoping to rid him of those emotions, almost becoming like the cuatro. But there was no such luck. After every fight, he would saunter back to his room and throw his fist into the wall.
He hated that she was above him.
He hated that she was arrogant.
He hated her demeanor, always calm, girlish, in battles and fights.
He hated her pity.
But…
He hated that at any moment, she could control him like putty in her hands.
He hated the lust she filled him with.
He hated that if she ever said the word, he would become her's.
He hated how she would never want him.
He hated how she, a woman, could be strong enough to kick his ass.
And he hated that she could put him in such a spiral over her.
At one point, as he hunched against a wall, face buried in his hands, he thought to himself. Face it, you're in love with her.
Love was for the weak, the pitied, those buried in despair. He punched the stone floor, wincing in satisfaction as he felt blood trickle from the small wounds. There had to be a way to rid of love, for it was the only thing that ever stopped him. From being on top, from winning, from going full out on her.
And for making him love, Nnoitra hated Neliel.
