Again, I do not agree with the actions or thoughts of certain characters in this chapter. I genuinely believe this is what Nnoitra would think/say ...he's an awful being.

Triggering with depictions of child abuse, homophobic/sexist language/thoughts. Unfaithful significant others

I also don't own Bleach, but we all know that

Word- thoughts

Words- flashback

Nnoitra was an angry creature, just ask those that have crossed his path...well, those that lived to tell about it.

Well, Nnoitra was angrier than usual and he needed to unleash it on something (preferably someone).

Where's that worthless piece of shit Tersa? I need someone to torment.

Just as Nnoitra was about to turn the corner he saw just what he was looking for, he just didn't know it.

It was Ulquiorra, walking with some inconsequential servant arrancar. Everything about the kid annoyed him, but the irritation was exceptionally high today.

Probably escorting him to breakfast then off to that dildo-headed Aaroniero for his shift. Wait...is he happy?! The fuck!? Where's that fear he had beforehand?

Seeing the kid with a smile upon his face as he wore a "gay-ass" redwood button up covered by a stupid, dark, mauve-grey cardigan sweater, both long sleeves completely black. The shitty thing actually having a tiny symbol with two bat wings on the right breast. It made Nnoitra throw up in his mouth.

The kid looked like a fag with his black skinny jeans and cameo Converses-things Gin probably personally made/got him. Aizen's white-haired, twinkish dickrider having been stuck on something called "fashion" since Ulquiorra changed.

Nnoitra's eye narrowed at the content child, but soon a smile overtook his face as he figured out what he'd do for the day.

He slowly snuck over to the pair getting poised to strike. In 3...2…..1…..go!

Ulquiorra was happy, he'd actually come to like this place. the past several weeks(?) had been fun. About everyday he'd meet up with Lilynette and she'd hang out with him as his caretaker of the day usually didn't mind ditching him on someone else. He'd meditate with Zommari-san, spar with Grimmjow, and play with Yammy-san's dog in Charlotte's garden (as long as one of them is there). And usually, King Baraggan would tell him a story or two of when he ruled. Sure, he'd occasionally have to be around Aizen and Tousen as they disguise a police interrogation as a friendly cup of tea but, besides that it was awesome.

Although, truthfully, the boy had been struggling to sleep. The former Fourth tossing and turning with nightmares and flashbacks of atrocious acts he'd committed kept him up. As if that hollow attack had shaken something loose. Or something was trying to remind him of something...

Let's see...I've meet Decima, Noveno...Séptima and Sexta and Segunda...and Primera. If i'm Cuarto and I've met Szayelaporro. So, I guess I've yet to meet..two o-"

"Woah!" Ulquiorra fell on his butt hard as he felt a sudden tug upon the back of his sweater.

"Ow…what the?" "I'll take it from here. Scram before I get pissed off and if anyone asks you dropped him off at Novena's tower like said.."

"Yes! Quinto I MEAN Nnoitra-sama, sir!" Ulquiorra's previous escort screamed before promptly darting off like a bat out of hell.

Ulquiorra could only watch in confusion and fear as his escort ran off before his attention turned to the creepy laughter coming from above him.

Green eyes meet brown as Ulquiorra looked up to see none other than Spoon Man. His gangly body lording over the boy so that all he saw was his unsettling grin.

His eye was dilated and a wide unnerving grin on his face causing the boy to curl up a bit. His wide toothy-grin and excited pants did little to reassure the already apprehensive child.

"Hi, Ulquiorra. Don't be afraid, turns out Novena is busy so I'm going to be watching you for awhile. My name's Nnoitra Gilga"

All the alarm bells were ringing in the child's head but he disregarded them. It wasn't the first time those bells had gone off only to be wrong. The same happened when he met Grimmjow and Starrk for the first time and they turned out to be really cool.

"Hi…" he weakly murmured back.

"So, you're mine. You have all your things," he points at Ulquiorra's satchel

"hmmm...OH! Yes, yes this is everything." Ulquiorra clambered to his feet dusting himself off, hoping his face isn't reflecting what he's really feeling. Especially after his particular phrasing.

"Well let's go." Nnoitra grabs Ulquiorra's wrists and squeezes hard. The flinch he gets making him struggle to not smile or snicker.

Before Ulquiorra can complain they're moving, faster than the boy can really handle as Nnoitra makes sure he's back at his tower as fast and with as few arrancars seeing him as possible.

Due to his back being to Ulquiorra, the boy missed the eerie grin on Quinto's face

A little scary...and a pinch aggressive BUT, can't judge a book by it's cover. Maybe he's like Grimmjow?

My legs struggle to move as fast as he's pulling me, resulting in an uncomfortable drag/run combination which'd become severely taxing. All of this coupled with the fact Nnoitra-san's grip which was making my wrist really hurt and you've got a very unpleasant time

Maybe he doesn't get I'm not as strong or fast as "Ulquiorra"..I'll tell him later.

The marathon continued as we pass through many pillared corridors and blank hallways teeming with servants till we came to a sort of dead zone. Almost like the many other arrancar avoided the place like a plague. It actually looked like the ghetto edition of Hueco Mundo as the surrounding area was heavily damaged in every way possible. The walls featuring cracks and holes varying in sizes everywhere. Hunks of walls or what pidiliy remained of them were spread everywhere! Almost like one sees when the hired carpenters had yet to finish their project. Accompanying that were long scratches and deep cuts from some sort of weapon.

Those kinda look like...they were made from fist-URK!"

I'm violently yanked by my shirt collar through what I assume is Nnoitra's room which much like the previous rooms I've roomed in was vastly different...only not in a fun way. No, not fun at all.

The room was a mess. No...that's being generous. The place looked like those crack dens we saw in one of those movies in Health Class. Much like the outside there were cuts, cracks and holes everywhere in the walls, all that HAD to have been made by a certain sitter's fist or foot. The only difference being instead of pure white, the walls were a burnish copper with the occasional random black graffiti name tag or filthy poster of a woman or two doing things you'd see in an XXX movie. Unidentifiable stains, beer bottles of all brands and kinds, condom wrappers(!?), and porn magazines dominated the floor and most surfaces in the living room. Whatever wasn't covered had ashtrays that NEEDED to be emptied, and what he was pretty sure was what's left over when someone's doing meth or coke marred the tables.

The only usable furniture in this probable crack den's living room were two armchairs, a deflated bean bag chair, and a couch. Three of which had too many questionable stains for me to be comfortable with being within 5 feet of them. Each piece looked like they'd been through some sort of great furniture war as they were patched up, some using duct tape, yet still had battle scars and gashes.

One of which stood a man hunched over, he seemed to be attempting to stitch up a sizable tear in the obviously unsalvageable couch.

"Tesra! You asshole, what're you doing?!" A growl followed Nnoitra's question. His grip tightening so much that I needed to bite my lip, just to keep from gasping in pain.

"Sorry, Nnoitra-sama! I was simply fixing some of the furniture you love so much!" The man swiftly snipped the thread before standing at attention.

"Well stop for a fucking second. Ulquiwhora meet Tersa." he shoves me forward a bit.

"Yes! Tesura Rindokurutsu. But some call me Tesla or Tesra" The man said with a nice grin, putting his hand out towards me.

Tesra was an interesting fracción, which I assumed he was, considering he was the complete opposite of Mantis ma-I mean, Nnoitra.

Tesra was very slim for the power obsessed Nnoitra. The arrancar like so many had a markings, his being a rectangle on his right cheek. Which was a good color as it complimented his dirty blonde hair and brown eye. The man, like his boss, having an eye patch. His hollow fragment seemed to be a sorta toothed headband. His clothing was really strange, solely because it looked really hard to move in. His clothes resembling a zipped up lab coat, with his jacket sleeves rolled up. His choice accessory being gloves.

I shake his hand, a feeling in my gut that he was the nicer of the two. And DAD didn't raise a rude individual.

After the introductions, we sort of stand there, an awkward vibe having engulfed and settled over the room.

"Well...um...how are you enjoying Hueco Mundo, Ulquiorra-kun?

"Oh! It's been excellent, everyone is really nice...in their own way. Although, I do struggle with navigation there's a lot of servants to help.

Our conversation continues, me actually showing some of my drawings for a while before I hear the T.V , that surprisingly still functions, switch on. So absorbed in the conversation I hadn't realized Nnoitra had left my side. The man now in one of the armchairs, his uniform replaced for something comfier, a wife beater and sweatpants, as he flipped through the channels.

"Tesra, get me a beer"

Although he tries to hide it, I see a scared look flash in Tesra eye, that makes the alarm bell in my head go from loud to deafening. He sees me and what must be a worried expression on my face and gets down on a knee so he's eye-level with me.

"Don't worry, Nnoitra-sama is a kind man. How about you go draw, since we really don't have any games for y-``''TESRA! BEER! NOW!"

"Yes sir! Go on, nothing bad will happen." he pats me on the shoulder before disappearing to fulfill his Espada's request.

My stomach sinks a little, already not liking this dynamic, as I've seen WAY to movies to not know this situation. I tightly clutch my sketch book to my chest, as I slowly move towards the couch.

Aizen said I'm not to be killed...I'll be fine. I'm perfectly safe.

I just sit there sketching whatever comes to mind as Tesra continues cleaning despite how fruitless it is. That and bring Nnoitra-sama beers.

Said Espada is just watching T.V, occasionally making crude remarks about the women on the show and or how they'd have won if they did this.

Time seemed to be inching along much to my dismay, I just wanted it to be the time Gin slides the latest PJs set in and I can go to bed. Though that'd probably be a struggle as my stomach is killing me! The breakfast I'd ate completely digested, leaving me feeling empty.

After another 30 minutes, I can't take it anymore and I've gathered all my courage I ask Nnoitra, if there's anything I could eat.

The look he shoots at me is one of anger, like I've just insulted him with my question. Which I don't think I have...unless food is suddenly a slur against Hollow kind.

"Food? Oh yeah, you filthy things need to eat and shit. What the hell do you want to eat?" he says gruffly before taking a big gulp of his beer.

I wish he'd stop drinking...that's got to be his 20th one.

"Nothing fancy, I don't want to be a burden. Maybe...a sandwich or an apple?" I quickly add, thinking the previous might be asking too much from the Fifth.

He stares at me for the longest time, like he's trying to see if I'm lying about me being hungry or something. His glare making me quickly regret voicing my request.

"...fine,bitch." he moves for the first time in hours, his movement unsteady from all the alcohol he's been guzzling down like it was water.

Before I can say "thank you" he's already aggressively slammed the door. To my right I hear Tersa call out asking if Nnoitra had left.

"Yeah, he's agreed to get me some food. Surprising, I know." the last bit coming out a bit more snarky than I meant it.

"Oh, don't say that. Nnoitra-sama is a kind man...he just doesn't show it a lot." Tersa argues as he takes a seat on the couch to my right.

I opened my mouth to argue, but see the pure admiration in his eyes every time he says said Espada's name and I know its a lost cause. I'd have an easier chance getting blood from a rock than convince this man his boss may be a terrible person.

I sit and wait, learning about all the great deeds Nnoitra did. Acts like not letting Tesra bleed to death and allowing him a nifty closet to call his room, the man showing me it like it was a rare painting. The delusion so strong I knew nothing I could say would change his admiration and I didn't really have the energy to. Nnoitra still yet to return despite hours passing.

My eyes actually becoming difficult to keep open, already feeling myself nod off between the conversation with Tersa. The couch starting to feel like a cloud, welcoming me to just rest my eyes for a bit.

Before I know it, I know it I'm out like a light

I can't contain my excitement, as I bounce in my seat, acting out everything I say. We're finally going to see the latest Batman movie and then going to a pet store!

"Can I have a bat?! They're so cool and can see in the dark due to echolocation do you know what that is, Dad? Do yah? No? Well, its sonar. Sonar is a big word, I know, but I'm smart and they use that to-DAD!"

I'm cut off by my dad reaching behind and ruffling my hair, a technique he's found to "calm me down".

"We'll see but...if they happen to have one well, I don't think your mom would like that."

I must've failed to hide my true sentiments for that woman as Dad stops the pats and has a concerned look in his eye.

We pull up to the driveway but something doesn't feel right, like something in my gut is screaming "danger".

Dad comes around and helps me out, despite not needing to, I'm turning 8 today.

"Listen, I know you and your mom have...a strained relationship but she loves you. She loves all of us."

The look in my Dad makes any retort die on my tongue and I just nod.

We walk up to find...the door cracked, which is weird because Mom never has anyone over as she's voiced her displeasure for our neighbors on more than one occasion.

"Stay out here in case there's someone dangerous in the house okay? I'm going to make sure your mom is okay."

I hesitatingly knod, the feeling returned but now amplified. My fingers anxiously grabbing my Batman t-shirt.

It's only a few seconds before I hear screaming and the sound of fists connecting flesh. I disregard my father's orders, he's going to need my help on apprehending the intruder!

I walk in on... probably the complete opposite of an intruder breaking in. Well, maybe not cause a man had intruded the house, it wasn't a stranger though. It was our doctor. And mom wasn't being attacked...I don't think. But her clothes were off...but so were Kent's.

I watch dad punch the nude M.D repeatedly as mom hits him on the back, screaming "stop it!"

Why is she trying to stop Dad?

I look on in confusion as the screams, mom crying, the beat-down, dad's face soon jumbles together

As Dad focuses on mom, Kent makes a run for it. The silly man making a run for it despite only being in his underpants, in his arms a bundle of clothes and anything else he had.

"HOW LONG, LINDA!? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING DOWN!?"

My dad's scream sounds deafening in the silence. My Dad's red in the face while tears gather in his eyes, something I'd never seen and wish I never had.

"8 years…" my mom whimpers out, clutching the blanket around her body.

It's like a record scratch moment, Dad's eyes on the ground before asking in a strained tone, "Is he mine?"

A millennium passes before mom says, "I'm not sure…"

With that dad releases a frustrated sigh and goes to the nearest wall, and punches his fist through the drywall.

He lets out a primal yell that's an echoing scream of anger, hurt, and sadness before retreating to the bedroom. Aggressively slamming the door behind him

The sound of things being thrown to and fro, swearing and angry muttering is heard behind the door,the only thing heard besides that are my mom's sobs.

It's probably 30 minutes before I hear the bedroom door open again. My Dad's eyes red and bloodshot as he stomps his way towards the front door, aggressively dragging two suitcases behind him.

My feet are already running after him before my mind even registers it. I frantically pull on his pants leg as I catch him. Not sure if it's to get him to stop or to take me with him.

He stops and kicks me off, so he's lording over me as I fall on my butt.

The look he gives me is one I've seen so many times from so many people. A look I'd no.. he'd swore he'd never direct at me.

Disgust.

He reaches into his coat and pulls out a Batman figure, the one I was eyeing in the toy store, and slams it to the ground. It's arm breaking off due to the force behind it.

I'm left stunned, a strange buzzing in my ear as everything becomes blurry as tears fill my eyes. I hear the faint wails of a woman though the mind static.

Shooting me one last look he walks out.

SLAM!

I'm pulled from my sleep at the abrupt bang. I'm barely able to gather myself or get my bearings before my haze-minded self is bullied off the couch by a very scared Tersa. The man huffing as a "deer in headlights" look over took his face

"Hide. You have to hide." Is the last thing I'm told before several blankets with very questionable smells and stains are haphazardly thrown on me, obscuring me from what I suspect is another loose hollow like I'd encountered with Grimmjow.

BAM!

"TERSA! Where the fuck are you, you one eyed blond bitch!" came from behind the locked main door. The door already splintering from the force slamming into it.

No, It was Nnoitra-san. So, much worse.

I watch Tersa flinch before his demeanor took on a vibe of calm resignation. The one he'd seemed to emit constantly ever since I met him. He busied himself by pretending to have been fluffing the pillows before the irate gangly monster of a man came barging in.

"Yes, Nnoitra-sama? What's the matter?" Tersa made an effort of blocking the couch, shielding me further from the enraged man.

"Don't "what's the matter" me, you know what's wrong!" The rant weaved in and out of volume as the Fifth stomped around the room. "Those assholes, kept going on and on about ULQUIORRA!" Nnoitra seems to spit the last syllable like it was poison on the tongue before disappearing to the attached side kitchen

The clanking of bottles and the sound of loud gulping seems to break up the rant frequently

More Alcohol...

In Tersa's defense, he probably thought I'd feel and be safer covered and I totally see his argument. However, being enshrouded in darkness, listening to the sounds of swearing, breaking of furniture, wall, bottles, (and from the aggression that was so strong I could taste it) Tersa would soon be added to the list. I'm not going to be a sitting duck. Nope, I'm out of here.

Through one of the many holes riddling the possible smallpox blankets I'm underneath I spot Tersa's room (broom closet). The door cracked open and not that far away from my hiding spot. The second or fourth beer bottle exploding against the wall made up my mind on whether to stay or make a go for it.

I slowly made my way towards the only safe haven, Tersa's room, one hand over the other as I crawled my way towards safety. I'm perhaps two feet or so away from the door when my stomach makes a ridiculously loud sound. Obviously fed-up with staying silent after a good 8 maybe even 9 hours without food, it was going to be heard and damn the consequences.

GROOOOOWWWL!

The screaming and all other sounds of destruction cease instantly after my stomach's

outbursts, making my heart jump right into my throat. I scramble towards the door but am foiled as I'm yanked back by the back of my pants.

"AHHHH-URK!" my surprise outburst is cut off as a forearm is pressed to my throat, slamming me to Tersa's bedroom door. My attacker's height leaving me dangling in the air. He turns me around so I'm looking him right in the eye, his nostrils flaring. Although his forearm was no longer against my neck,his whole body had me pinned to the wall.

"You. If it wasn't for you I'd be Aizen's favorite, his most cherished asset! I'm the strongest Espada! ME! Not you! Not that wrinkled bag of sandy shit, Baraggan! Not that green haired toddler's narcoleptic bitch, Starrk! Not that-``''They're better than you."

You could hear a pin drop.

"Tersa. Leave", the gangly man said in an eerily calm voice.

"But.-"GO! NOW!" Nnoitra's yelled demand cuts off any and all arguments from the blond man as he sadly makes a way out the front door.

Leaving me all alone with my potential murderer.

He shoots me an apologetic look before he slowly closed the door behind him.

"NO...Ter-ACK!" spindly fingers are wrapped around my throat, immediately after my only savior closes the door.

I hammer his hard flesh with my fists however, I'm powerless to stop him, instead of helping it just made him tighten his grip on my throat. I squeak in panic and horror still trying, if not more, desperately to fight out of this psychopath's hands.

I frantically think of what to do, what'll help me not die at the ripe age of 13.

I gather all my strength and that dark presence like I did in the gym and punch him in the kidneys ,making the gangly bastard release me and an exclamation of pain.

I fall to the ground gasping, light headed from the lack of oxygen. But knowing my ass is still VERY MUCH on the line I make a bolt for the exit.

I fall to my stomach as a certain someone yanks me down by my pants leg. Like a hare stuck in a trap, I fight to no avail. My fingers clawing desperately at the awful carpet, anything to escape this sadist.

I feel fingernails dig into my arms as I'm flipped over on my back.

I'm face to face with a very angry mantis man. Without a second to lose I swing at his face, only for him to lean back, just out of my damned reach.

Nnoitra didn't like this apparently as in response he clocked me across the face. Little spots of panic and pain-based brightness exploded across my field of vision and I could feel myself beginning to feel steadily fainter as my fear and anxiety levels went through the roof. my fingers resume their frantic scrambling to find something, anything, that'd help me on the floor as I'm not winning this fist fight. His hands having returned to choking the life out of me

Getting hazy...need...to... breathe!

I grab the first thing I find in my frantic scavenging and with the last of my strength I quickly bring it over my head and plunge it down on Nnoitra's hands.

"ARGGGG! YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

A rusty pair of scissors plunged into the jerk's wrist.

I'm left gasping for breath (again) like a fish out of water as his bony hands release me. Not wanting to waste a second I skitter to my feet and make another break for the door. The front door this time, not Tersa's room.

I only seconds away from the doorknob before I'm yanked back by the back of my shirt, causing me to get painful rug burn on the small of my back as I fall. I watch in a constant panic as he drags me further from the door and towards what looks like some backroom, or my grave! Opting to have my outfit a mess and be safe then well-dressed and in this demon's hands I bully my shirt off like my life depends on it (which it may very well be). The fabric ripping as I stumble to regain my footing, probably looking like a bumbling drunk while doing so.

I trip over a discarded beer bottle in the mad scrabble as I battle all my instincts to blackout, my chest hurting as my heart thumps aggressively in my rib cage. My head hurts as I slam face-first on the ground, something wet running down my face. I quickly scoot backwards, my back facing the door as I toss the things littering the asshole's room at him, anything to slow him down even for a second!

"Help!" A croaked yell that sounds more and has the volume of a whisper as my vocal cords struggle to work after nearly being suffocated. I frantically scour for the handle behind me, quickly turning around, stupidly taking my sights off my assailant.

"Hel-erk!" a shock shoots up my spine as my hair is wrenched hard, so hard I'm forced to bend over backwards. Seconds later I feel my arm yanked behind my back, so hard I'm surprised it wasn't dislocated. I simply whimper as I'm flipped over to look the infuriated Espada in his eye. through tearful eyes I send a look that hopefully shows how sorry I am to Mr. Nnoitra for the supposed atrocity I'd committed.

"P-p-please...d.. don't."

"Not so better than me now," Nnoitra grabs my hair and slams my head down several times till my head was again a hazy mess. I try to block with my free arm as my other is pinned above my head to the filthy carpet. The wind gets knocked out of me as he straddles me, further immobilizing my movement and dropping my chances of escape from zero to negative ten.

I'm barely able to see through the tears steadily pouring down my face as I stare up at who very well may be my murderer. His long black hair acting like a shroud as a smile promising of pain loomed down from above like a demented sun.

I'm scared. I'm so scared. I don't want to be here anymore.