I wrote this forever ago. I mean... I posted it in a facebook journal in 2008. I'm just posting it here now since I figured why not. It's super short which is why I didn't do it then, but whatever. Have some Bleach.
LoveHate
It was impossible.
He couldn't have been thinking that way. He shouldn't have. He had long since been dead. The longings of the flesh should have passed away centuries ago. But he was yearning. Yearning for her. He was denying it. He was more than denying it. He was reversing the feeling, driving it out by convincing himself that it was hate.
He hated her.
But she didn't feel the same way. She could frown at his behavior. And she could look at him, jealous at how inhuman he was. She longed for it. She wished more than anything that her existence as a hollow, as an Arrancar, as an Espada wasn't jaded by her conscience. She wished she could just let go and become a beast like he was. But her humanity ate at her, and she resented it.
She resented him.
He attacked her, challenging her every chance he got. He'd tell her that he hated her because she was a woman and women had no right being more powerful than men on the battlefield. He did truly believe that. But it wasn't really why he hated her. It was her answer when she refused to kill him that really pissed him off. If she'd only kill him he could forget everything. He could drift into nothingness. But no, she had to remind him that he was a beast, and his life wasn't even worth taking. He'd laugh at the irony. He was no beast. Not when he struggled with such human weaknesses. Her hair, her waist, her breasts. The way she moved around gracefully, effortlessly. They all reminded him of how human he was. How weak he was.
He had to rid himself of weakness.
Neliel didn't hate Nnoitra, but she couldn't stand him. Yet she couldn't stay away from him. He was everything she wanted. And everything she opposed.
Nnoitra hated Neliel, but he could stand her. She was everything he wished for. And everything he despised.