A/N: All right, so, this apparently extremely angst-y and spite me being a very happy person, for some reason stuff like this inspires me (some times). XD So, yea. But I do hope you enjoy the story spite the angst-y-ness, besides, this has to be going through Szay-Szay's head. We all love him and know he loves Nnoitra better then us.

Disclaimer: Bleach and everything within that belong to Tite Kubo. Story inspired by a picture on deviantART.

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~ No One ~

"Please!" He screeched, in feverish want to allow himself to fall to his knees, but his body wouldn't budge to even do so. The pain in his chest, in his body, throughout his nerves was an indescribable and horrific thought to think through. The tears came to his bright amber eyes, watering them to the brim before his eyes themselves allowed them to fall. "Let me die quickly!" Screaming once more.

How much longer would he have to be put through this pain, how much longer to feel the point of the blade seeping through his skin to reach where he knew his heart would be when it got to its destination. Honestly, he'd rather die now more then ever then be put through such torture, having no chance to live and the thought breaking him down to small pieces of nothingness.

Though due to the pain he wanted to die, there was one person that he wanted to see just once more, be able to talk to even if he was told to shut up, just one more time. He didn't realize how much of a failure he was to think he was certain perfection until now, realize just how horrific it was to lose everything and everyone you'd ever taken for granted until now. The thought that hit him the most, that broke him into smaller pieces then the thought of having no chance to live, was the thought of never seeing or hearing the voice of the quinto Espada again. Nnoitra Jiruga.

Thinking of such finally shut him up, his mind stopped screaming to die so quickly, to be killed at the second rather then thousands of years from now. Now he cried for the one he wanted to see. He smiled slowly, finally able to do at least something. His smile was small and barely there, though at least he knew it was there.

Suddenly, he felt the rain on him, the cool leakage of the drops flowing down his skin and the locks of pink hair he owned like no one else did. The way it seeped into his thin clothing, causing it to glue itself to his skin.

And he could move again.

He looked up at the black sky, if a sky at all. The rain fell onto the lenses of his glasses here and there, though he didn't seem to mind about that either. He felt pain no longer, the desire to die was gone. Taking a deep breath and feeling the surge of pleasure through him as he took a step forward, more tears seemed to blur his vision further then his glasses had done already.

"..No one of any significance or none at all, would mind if I died now," He managed, his voice lightly breaking near the end of his words, "Not even Aizen cared so much about me for it to matter to him if I died, or if any of his other Espada died," continued, "..Right..?"

He smiled, swallowing lightly before he fell to his knees. His arms lazily by his sides, unmoving as his fingers were in gentle fists. His smile was that of a true one, almost as if he were smiling because he was honestly in pure joy. Though the tears fell and it was obvious, he was in utter pain. The inside of him being ripped, to shreds.

He had only one desire.

To be fulfilled not ever.

"No one cares.. Right," He whispered, "Right.. Nnoitra?"