Chapter 10

"Will you stop incessant babbling; it is utter nonsense and to be honest, I'm rather fed up with it, Adoriana."

And with that, he closed the door to his bedroom, leaving me confused and hurt standing outside in the hallway. I began to question myself. Why had I told Ulquiorra about my supposed sighting in the club? In fact, why was I talking to him about things like this anyway?

Besides, Ulquiorra is right. It is nonsense, and even I'm getting fed up of hearing myself ramble on and on about Nnoitra and how he's alive… how stupid can I get!? I saw him die, for goodness' sake. I should calm down, go get myself a cup of tea and busy myself with reports and such. Anyway, I need to get some rest; I have to go back to work tomorrow and apologize for leaving when I shouldn't have… even though he clearly told me to 'fuck off'. I honestly don't see why I should have to apologize, but I'll do it anyway. I think Ulquiorra is expecting me to, he knows I'm that kind of person.

Wouldn't it be brilliant if I became the kind of person who doesn't take any shit from anyone? Probably isn't possible, but it's nice to dream of it. All the Espada would recognise me and the ones below me would have respect for me… even Isadora. Heh, I'm grinning just thinking about it. Although it's nice enough for the numeros and my Fraccion to call me 'Adoriana-sama'. It's sort of odd, after saying 'Nnoitra-sama' so often, to actually have 'sama' attached to my name is probably one of the best parts of being an Espada. Everything else is just a chore.

Ah, cup of tea. Lovely. Now I can sit and get some work done… he really did look like Nnoitra, didn't he? I mean, who else has hair like that? Who else has eyes like that? Urgh. Lots of people could have hair like that, who am I kidding? But no one would have the combination along with the same figure as his… oh God, let me sketch him out.

The hair.

The eyes.

The grin…

"Adoriana, did I not tell you to stop all of this? Look at yourself. You are crying over a sketch. Put it away, and forget about it. Get on with something else this instant, before you get me angry."

I crumpled the paper in the palm of my hand and shoved it in my pocket, gulping down the last few sips of tea before retreating to my bedroom. Forget about it? How… how does he expect me to forget it? Oh. I forgot, this is the man who has no feelings, and he who has no feelings certainly cannot understand those of another. Ulquiorra of all people should know how I bent to every one of Nnoitra's commands; for some reason he always seemed to be around in my past. I'm guessing he doesn't understand why I feel the way I do about Nnoitra; after all he only ever saw the torture he put me through.

Maybe… I should have come here with Szayel Aporro. Even he couldn't turn down a good experiment; I could get some hair or something from this guy and get him to run some tests on it. Then again, how would I find this guy again? I wonder if he's a regular at that bar… I should go there again. Soon. Tomorrow, even. Maybe he'll recognise me. Ah, but maybe he'll think I'm a stalker. Well I'm not a stalker so it's okay, right? Or should I just get over myself?

I… I… I'm really confused. What the hell am I meant to do in this situation!? No one will believe that this guy is Nnoitra even if it did look like him, besides, I saw him go down. I watched him die. And unless God was feeling particularly generous that day, I highly doubt he's been resurrected somehow. I could be wrong. I could be right.

Fine. That's it; the only way to prove myself is to look into this further. No way am I going to be able to fucking sleep tonight (ooh, language). Thanks a lot, brain.

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A/N: I realised I write short chapters. Seriously sorry about that. Maybe I'll make them longer next ti- no. Longer chapters= boring endless pointless rambling. Hope you enjoyed C10 anyway. CottonSocks