A/N: I had to edit the last chapter right now. Made a typo mistake. Ugh, I hate that! This chapter is...well...I don't have words for it. I think it needed to be done to kinda push things back into place you could say. I tried to write it several times and this is the best way I could write it without it being too long, too detailed and too much of a bleh to the story. I wasn't going to include it but then I figured it needed to be done. So with that being said, I hope you guys enjoy. I feel that maybe in five more chapters this should be wrapped up. Not 100% sure on that. I am on spring break so maybe I can get this story finished before spring break is over with, heehee! Kinda in the writing mood again so maybe another chapter will be up in no time. No guarantees. Alright, enough rambling, go on and read!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Bleach

"Nnoitra…Mommy will be back in a while."

A small child sat in his crib, looking up at the woman and trying to understand.

"Be good."

With that, he was left alone.

"Come on baby, let's have some fun!"

The very skinny woman laughed. The deep wrinkles crinkling around her eyes and mouth. Her face was gaunt and she almost appeared otherworldly. Her dirty, stringy black hair fell into her eyes and she pushed it aside with a shaky and almost skeletal-like hand. The veins were visible through the paper-like, ashen colored skin.

"Hang on, I need to see if-"

Her bloodshot eyes scanned the room and landed on a small figure that was sitting on the other side. She smiled and held out her thin arms.

"There you are, come say hi to Mommy."

The small child sat there, unsure of what to do.

The woman frowned.

"Don't you want to see Mommy?"

The child blinked and sucked on his fingers.

The other companion snarled in frustration, "I didn't come all this way here to play house."

The woman was becoming irritated now. She shoved her companion aside as she walked over, half-stumbling and tripping over her own two feet and the trash that littered the floor.

"How dare you. How dare you make me look like an idiot in front of a guest!"

The child wailed loudly until he was tossed inside another room, with the door locked, forgotten until sometime the next day.

"You little shit!"

He was sent reeling backwards as the blow landed across his cheek.

"How many times are you going to keep embarrassing me like this?"

He had no chance to recover from the last hit as he was smacked again, landing on the floor.

"I feed you, put clothes on your body and give you a good home…and this is the thanks I get? You can't even do anything right! You're a stupid, retarded little child! Worthless piece of shit!" she shrieked in anger.

Nnoitra scooted away but was grabbed by his hair and yanked to his feet.

"Let me get called down to the school again and so help me," she hissed in his face.

Her hand went across his face again before she let him drop to the floor. She glared down at him before spitting.

"Fucking useless bastard! USELESS!"

Nnoitra watched with blurred eyes as she staggered off to the kitchen. He heard the fridge open and bottles clank together before the door of the fridge was slammed shut.

Mother of One Dies in Tragic House Fire, Son Survives.

"Poor thing."

"I know."

"Hopefully he can be placed with a family."

"Mhmm."

"So this is the kid?"

An older looking woman with deep wrinkles and graying brown hair stared down at the kid who was now ten years old.

"Yes," the caretaker said. "Nnoitra, meet your new foster parent."

Nnoitra stared up at the woman.

"Let's go," she ordered and he followed closely behind.

"Are you retarded or something?"

Nnoitra glared.

"This isn't how it is supposed to be cooked!"

"I'll go make another one," he muttered.

"Damn right you will or else!"

Nnoitra headed back to the kitchen to prepare another steak that was more to his foster mother's preference. He set to cooking the meat and assembling it on the plate but not before spitting on the food.

"Nnoitra, what a surprise! I was coming to pay you and your foster mother a visit to see how everything was going."

Nnoitra said nothing to the caretaker that had placed him in his new home.

"Is she home?"

He nodded.

"Good," she went to move to the door but stopped. "Oh, isn't it your birthday today?"

"Yeah."

"And you have school today," she laughed. "I never liked celebrating my birthdays on a school day. I hope you get everything you want today!"

Nnoitra nodded and didn't say anything as he headed off towards school. His head was lowered but a grin was plastered on his face. He planned on getting what he wanted for his birthday that was for sure.

Local Foster Parent and Orphanage Caretaker Found Dead.

"It's weird, this is his second home and-"

The man shuffled some papers on his desk as he looked up at the woman, "he just needs a little guidance. He hasn't had the best homes and the neighborhoods he was living in…it could have happened to anyone."

"You're probably right," the woman smiled. "A good home with loving parents and siblings he can look up to is just what he needs."

Nnoitra was now fifteen and had been living with his current family for five years. They were the complete opposite of his past two homes. The mother and father were loving and the two younger boys were rowdy but thought that Nnoitra was cool. And then there was her. She was everything that Nnoitra hated. The way she would look at him whenever he would pass her in the hallway. The interruptions she would constantly cause when he would speak at the dinner table. He had-had enough.

"You're so creepy," she said to him the one day.

Nnoitra stared blankly at her and she shuddered.

"Exactly my point."

She pulled her purse over her shoulder and flipped her hair, "I don't know where you came from, but you should go back to the hole you crawled out of. You have been leeching off of my family for five years and while they might have pity for you…I don't."

Nnoitra said nothing but watched as she walked off, but not before shouting a, "stay away from my room, I don't want your diseased hands to touch all over my stuff!"

Nnoitra smiled.

"I can't believe she hasn't come home yet!"

The father hugged his wife and held her close, "she'll be alright…I know it."

"But the police-"

"Are looking for her."

Nnoitra watched from the hallway as the couple cried silently.

Missing High School Tennis Player's Body Found

Nnoitra watched silently with uncaring eyes as the body was lowered into the grave. He blocked out the sobbing and wailing cries from those around him.

Nel shuddered and shook her head, trying to erase out the images from the story that Nnoitra finished telling her.

"So, you want to know how I got all of these?"

"No."

Nnoitra lifted up the skeletal head and tossed it up and down before holding it still.

"The first fire…I was too little to do anything except light up the place with matches. I am sad that I have no memento of her though," he sighed. "I was able to get the other three corpses when I was older, after high school. I visited their graves one night, dug them up and well…here they are."

Nnoitra motioned to the pile of skeleton bones that were lying on the floor in a pile.

"And you just…" she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.

"Killed them?" Nnoitra finished for her. "Of course I did! They wouldn't have suspected a pitiful kid who had an abusive drug and alcoholic user for a mother. I only had intentions to kill the second one because she was such a bitch. The caretaker was just a little extra bonus. And finally that little whore who looked down on me…"

Nel cringed as he began to chuckle in delight.

"She was so much fun before I killed her!"

Nnoitra went into detail about how he killed his last victim. Nel squeezed her eyes closed and forced herself to hum loudly to block out the words that were spilling out of his mouth. She could not take anymore and she screamed loudly until her voice cracked and gave out.

Nnoitra laughed and tossed the skeleton head aside before walking over to the sobbing woman. He knelt down and brushed her hair away from her face. Nel flinched and tried to back away but he grabbed onto her arm and held her still.

"What's the matter, Neliel?"

He cocked his head to the side as he watched the silent tears roll down her cheeks. For some reason it fascinated him and he reached out to touch one of the tear drops, rubbing it between his fingers.

"Are you afraid that you'll wind up like that last whore?"

"You know what?" he asked her, staring down at his fingers. "She cried too when I raped her and then right before I stabbed her in the throat."

Nel went stiff.

"Of course," he slowly looked up at her. "I wouldn't do that to you."

That did not bring her much comfort.

"Oh no," he laughed. "I want this to last for as long as it possibly can before I stab you in the throat."

Her eyes widened.

"Shall we begin?" he grabbed the front of her shirt and began to tear it off. "Yes, let's begin. Right now."