"Damn them….I will remember them….And when I see them again….I'll fucking kill them all…."
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He was a hot-headed smartass who enjoyed nothing more than a good fight. One who denied all authority except his own, and wanted things his way no matter how complicated or rash it seemed.
She was a level-headed gentle soul who would much rather keep peace than engage in battle. She would protect those close to her heart, and only fight with purpose.
He didn't see what drew them together, much less why. Even when she had disappeared and he fought to find her. He still didn't understand what brought him to do so. He refused to believe the only answer he could come to. Was it really love?
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Neliel slowly sheathed her sword, looking down upon the scowling man who lay crumpled in the sand. She sighed, only to get a grunt of annoyance from the man.
"That's it for now." Neliel stated in her soft, child-like voice.
"No, damnit! I want another round!" He yelled out, blood flying out from the side of his mouth.
"I refuse to fight you again Nnoitra."
"Bitch! Fight me!" He yelled once more as he struggled to get up, but fell back down in his own blood.
Neliel turned her head, "I pity you." She softly told the octova before walking off, blue-green locks following behind her.
"Get back here you fucking bitch!" Nnoitra continued to yell, before taking out the rest of his anger on his lone fraccion who had arrived to his aid.
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"I don't understand you woman."
Neliel paused for a moment, turning to see a lone figure on the opposite end of the hallway. She quickly recognized him as Grimmjow Jagerjaques. She didn't know him very well since the lower ranking arrancars normally kept away from the Espada.
"Why don't you just kill the damn bastard?" He nonchalantly asked while approaching her.
Neliel looked at the 12th, slightly confused by his casual behavior. "Why is that any of your concern?"
Grimmjow shrugged, "What? I can't ask a simple question?"
"What goes on in the Espada is none of your concern doce." Neliel sternly told him.
"Che, if it was me I'd kill him in one shot." Grimmjow grinned, glancing at his hands.
Neliel looked at him, "You didn't even hear what I said. Besides, you're too overconfident."
Grimmjow chuckled, "That damn Nnoitra is a pussy. I know I can destroy him with no problem."
She quickly came to know Grimmjow Jagerjaques as a cocky, nonchalant, rebel.
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Two months later, Neliel watched as the ranks of the lower arrancars began to change. Each of the bloodthirsty and power-hungry arrancar killing off the other in a pathetic attempt to gain a higher rank, to prove their power, and to show their worth toward Aizen. Neliel hated this animalistic behavior, and despised the fact that she too had to go through the same process to get where she was now. She wasn't surprised to even find some of the Espada joining in the blood bath.
Neliel choose to get away from the nonsense battling and walked around the sands of Hueco Mundo. She sat on a rock far off from Las Noches, and pulled out one of the few books she had in her collection.
She had read for quite some time before her moment of peace was interrupted. She heard his footsteps shifting the sand, and could almost see the maniacal grin across his blood-soaked face. Neliel didn't want to look away from her book, but for some reason, her brown eyes met his crazy, blue-eyed stare. She noticed his torn clothing along with dozens of scratches and minor cuts along the arrancar's body, his crazed expression showed that he wasn't fazed by the injuries.
"What do you want doce?" Neliel asked; looking at the blood spattered man.
Grimmjow laughed, "Its Sexta now woman." He smugly told her while turning around and pointing at the newly tattooed six on his back, along with revealing a large open wound near his shoulder blades. "I told you that damn Nnoitra is a pussy."
"You came here to tell me that?" Neliel sighed, "You're no different than Nnoitra."
Grimmjow's grin quickly faded as he turned back around to face the green-haired woman, "Why are you comparing me with that bastard?"
Neliel closed her book and stood up to better face the new Espada, "You're both the same, fighting for no other reason than power, for your own gain. You're both animals, surviving on one another's blood."
Grimmjow laughed once more, "What else am I supposed to fight for? I fight for myself, and for my own ideals."
Neliel glared at him, "Everyone here just mindlessly fight to prove themselves to Aizen-sama."
Grimmjow narrowed his eyes, "What did I just say woman? I don't give a shit about Aizen. I fight for myself."
Neliel started to walk off, but paused before doing so, "Well, if you don't fight for Aizen-sama, you could fight for those dear to your heart." She softly told him as she walked back toward Las Noches, leaving a confused Sexta behind.