Pairing: A bizarre look at Nnoitra x Neliel.
Warning/Spoiler: Only a spoiler if you don't know who Neliel is.
Author's Note: Did anyone else feel some pretty strange undertones to their relationship, or am I just crazy?
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Her soft, quiet voice, mild, almost gentle demeanor and imperturbably cool temper were an offense. Nnoitra would have liked nothing better than to tear her down from that high place, bring her back to what she truly was, one of the monstrous beings that inhabited that barren, desert world, and an inferior one than that, at least to him.
But more than anything, Nnoitra wanted to be able to not think about her.
"Do you have business with me, Nnoitra?" Neliel focused wide hazel eyes on him with a quality of impassivity mixed in with the willingness to be congenial if he was willing to be reasonable.
He gritted his teeth, trying not to look at her as her long green hair cascaded over her shoulders and she smiled slightly, a strange, whimsical smile on her face. Her voice was an earworm, never leaving him, and to Nnoitra, Neliel's smile was too sweet, cloying like honey, delicious and tantalizing.
"No," he finally muttered, grudging and unappreciative.
The air in the room became cooler, uncomfortably so. The smile melted off of her face, as it was replaced with a mask of skin, opaque and unknowable. Neliel went from familiar and right there to a stranger and as remote as the moon. Just another thing Nnoitra hated about her, how she could be standing right next to him yet seem thousands of miles away.
"I see," she murmured slowly. "Then, please tell me, Nnoitra. Why are you following me?"
Nnoitra wished he knew, so he could track down the source and kill it.
He wanted nothing more than to drag her down, to prove to her that she was not half as high as she thought she was.
But Neliel was, as she always was, just barely out of his reach, and Nnoitra could reach out with his long-fingered hand, but he couldn't touch her.
