Okay, I've had this idea in my head for a while but I'd always deleted all my trys at it and I got sick of it. I'll write a lot of one-shots about this couple, sort of connected by muliple chapters.
Disclaimer: Bleach? Not mine.
Why the hell did this always happen to him? It was the same thing every single time. His Santa Teresa deflected by her zanpakuto-Garmuza, his sorry ass that got flung across Los Noches and her that always stood victiorious.
' Gah, Dammit!" Small flackes of sand darkened the space between them and he inhaled quite a bit of it. He was on his knees, clutching his Santa Teresa, rivlets of blood running down his face. What made his defeat even more excruciating was the look she always gave him, the look she was wearin now when the dust cleared.
" Why the hell are you looking at me like that, bitch?"
She gave a small sigh.
" I win. Good, we finished early this time." It was the way she said it that ticked him off. And the look on her face, full of disgust and pity. Pity be damned! He'd rather she killed him now.
" Well, kill me already! What the hell are you waiting for?' He shouted.
" Again and again I tell you and again and again yo ask. Can't you figure it out by now, Octava?" Stupid tres Espada. Nnoitra wiped away the blood from his lips and glared at her with hatred. She gave a small sigh and turned away, reaching a gloved hand down to the book that she hung by a chain with her zampakuto.
" Your fraccion will be worried,' She said. He gave a snort.
" He's my fraccion. Like hell I care what he feels like."
She glared at him with distaste and something else...somethin close to pity.
" Why the fuck are you looking at me like that bitch?" He growled.
"Because I am looking at A beast who calls himself a warrior,' She said." An unworthy opponent who still wants to die a warrior's death."
" Stop with all the honorable shit! Nobody around here gives a damn about you and your stupid honor."
" Until I get orders to kill you, Nnoitra, you will always ask for death in vain." She was silent for a few minutes, flipping the page idly with rapt attention. He couldn't cuss her out. He was just too goddamened tired. He stayed where he was, breathing heavily.
" Get up,' She said,' I didn't hurt you that badly."
" Yeah? Have you ever gotten hit with one of your damned Double-Curos? THey hurt like hell!"
" Well, thank you for that compliment, Nnoitra." She said , with a small twisted smile." In had no idea that you were capable of being a gentlemen."
" What? That was not a -Why the hell-wha-SHUT UP,BITCH!"
"Look, you're getting all flustered."
" Oh?"
"Yeah, your face is red."
" Is not!"
" You argue like a little human child, poutinf fror sweets." Neliel said.
" What the fuck did you say? Come back and say that to my face, you BITCH!"
Yeah,my chapters are all going to be relivately short, always less then a thousand or two thousand words.
Word count: 613
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