title:minted
disclaimer:disclaimed
n1:this chapter is much longer than all the others. my apologies. I tried to keep them all concise, but this was kinda a must.
n2: pairing finalized as NnoiNel.
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yuletide suicides
-you bleed too much, all your blood goes 'bye-bye'
and then you'll go prune.
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That voice.
That damn voice he'd said he'd snap if he'd ever heard it again.
"Good evening Gilga-kun. Aren't you supposed to be in bed?"
His eye(s) narrowed down and his feet stopped their fast paced quest for freedom as they slowed, the soles padding along on the ground as he walked through the door. His freedom could wait just for another moment; he'd found what he was looking for in this room.
Nnoitra could smell it.
The anomaly was right in front of his face, dripping with whites and reds while green peeked out from their behind. It looked like a sickly sweet peppermint and it smelled like one too- all simple and clean and so covered in white.
He just wanted to rip the red of her lips off her pretty white little face and paint the woman red (just like he wanted to paint his walls). The clacking of her heels against the floor- the clacking that replaced the rattling that echoed throughout the place during the light.
But it was dark now, and it was her and her white heels that clacked on the center of the floor. And it was her and her peppermint hair that were about to drag him away from his freedom again. And it was her and her red lips that were going to drug him and hug him.
After all, his Nelliel was famous for pretending to be someone she wasn't.
[Because sane Nelliel was completely different from insane Nelliel]
As she moved towards her light (him), he moved towards the anomaly that was blocking his freedom (light) and she placed her crimson nails to his moving, ignoring the tongue that moved to flick out and rove the red enamel.
"Get yer filthy hands off," Nnoitra spat out, licking at the red (he really couldn't help that-it was just a habit, a bit of instinct). "I 'on't need some Snow White whore comin' in here and messin' with me."
Nel's laugh was far to high pitched to be considered a giggle or a laugh.
"Nnoitra-kun...haven't you missed your dear Nelli-chan?" Those red nails of hers continued to skate around his lips, dancing and playing around them as she pressed into him- and she wanted to press into him so badly- while he just stood there, looking down at the [his] peppermint swirl girl with all the sexual desire of a rock. "Nnoitra-kun. Haven't. You. Missed. Your. Nelli-chan?!"
He felt her fingers slip away from his lips and begin moving down to his shoulders and grip his arms. Nel's grip became desperate, her nails digging into his clothing and his skin and her ten daggers nicked his skin, leaving ten pricks of his beloved red on his skin.
It felt nice.
That pained desperation of hers, those shrill shrieks she was giving off-because who cared if anyone knew he was out and about?- that was the music to his ears. It was like red had gained a sound and was on frequent loop in the sky.
It sounded fantastic.
He let her shake him back and forth, because in all honesty, there was more than enough time for him to kill her, and he let her just scream her pretty little peppermint head off.
At least, he'd planned too until those damn doctors came and shut her up with that needle of theirs. And Nelliel had fainted and they'd taken her off too another room down the way because she wasn't really a nurse, but she was just Nelliel and Nelliel liked to pretend that she was people she really wasn't.
And he just waited there, looking at the windows, looking as the ticking of the clock continued, watching as the night just got darker and darker, and watching as freedom slipped further and further away.
His freedom was gone and now all that was left was white.
Nnoitra's tongue flicked out again and his eye(s) turned to the small nurse left beside him. Maybe he'd rip away her white let her red spill and then he'd rub it over all the walls-the floor-the clocks-and yes, yes, Nelliel. He'd coat the woman in red along with everything else. He'd paint the town red.
That nurse was going to be his ink and this place-this pit for his genius- was going to be his paper and he'd note and paint it all as his.
He glanced down again to see that nurse [that nurse, her name, her name? what was her name?] looking right back at him, her face pale with apprehension. Maybe she knew what he wanted and was going to do with her, maybe not, but it didn't matter since, Nnoitra wasn't going to be stopped by someone like her.
She began to lead him back to the confines of his four white walls and he had to bite down on his tongue to keep him from biting her neck out right then and there. But he couldn't now, so he wouldn't. He'd be a good little boy until someone's back was turn and then he'd yank their spine out and strangle them with it.
But for now, he'd sleep-in his four white walls. Alone and still chasing his freedom. And he'd forget about the [his] peppermint swirl because his freedom didn't need her. Not then, not now and not ever.
The door creaked as it opened, the high pitched noise sounded a bit like Nelliel's screams from before and he ducked under the frame and stepped into the white, glancing around and laying on his bed before noticing a streak of peppermint in the bunk opposite him, curled up and drugged up.
Nelliel.
Here.
Nnoitra licked his lips as the door shut behind them.
If the nurse was gone, then why not use the [his] peppermint swirl girl to practice.