Nasty
I know he doesn't like people very much. No, that's wrong. He doesn't like people at all, much less the other Arrancar he works with every day. He doesn't show emotion, but I get it feeling of dislike every time he looks at one of them, but he does tolerate some more than others I suppose.
"Why are you still waiting for them?" he asks me. The answer is easy.
"Because I know they're coming." But do I? I can't sense their reiatsus anymore. His reiatsu overpowers them when he's near.
"No you don't. They could very well be dead." Indeed they very well could be.
"No. Kurosaki-kun is alive for sure." Is he? I don't know.
"Why do you care so much about that trash? Man, I can assure you, is a nasty creature."
He's right, I know. We've done horrible things and have invented war, something that hangs over us now. It's inevitable. Even so…
"I suppose that I am a nasty creature, same as Kurosaki-kun." It wasn't surprising, but it still hurt.
"I had said man was a nasty creature. You are a woman, and quite different from the rest." His hand stroked through her strawberry blonde locks as the cold ice in his eyes melted ever so slightly.
And then he left.
I know he doesn't like people much, but the longer I stay here, the less human I am.
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A/N: Kudos to the person who finds the stolen quote that I can assure you I don't own.
