Chapter three

His final strike came down, swinging his mighty Santa Teresa in his hands, winking up at the eternal night sky. It came crashing down, kicking up sand( the type that's been aging for centuries) in his face which he blinked away. Of course, she blocked it. There was a clash and electricity sparkled in between the two swords. Nnoitra forced Neliel to her knees, something that would've made a regular male start to blush.

" Gotcha now, you bitch!" But as he shouted it, something connected inbetween his legs, forcing him down on his knees.

" Damn-woman...why-the..fuck..did you kick me-there?" Santa Teresa fell out of his hands and clanked on the ground. Nelliel rolled up on her feet.

" You never said that this had to b a battle only with swords. What I did is what girls have been doing to their advantage against boys. It's even useful against Espada boys." She turned around and, reaching out a ong gloved arm, wrapped her slim fingers around his Santa Teresa. His eye narrowed into slits. He hated it when people touched his Santa Teresa but nobody had tried because nobody wanted to challenge him.

Nelliel made an arch in the air, suprised by how easy it was t heft it from one arm to another.

" Give me back my sword, bitch!"

Nelliel turned around slowly, Santa Teresa held limply in her left hand.

" I suppose that our duel is over again."

" No-not until you finish it."

" What? You mean..finish you?" Nelliel could see him collasped on the ground, easy picking.

" Of course, bitch. What-what else?"

" No, and it's no use looking at me like that. I pity you. I use to be like you. Lost. A demon. A beast. But thankfully, I've changed. Maybe if you evolved also, then you could see that change isn't bad."

"" What's up with all of this evolving shit?" He growled, getting on his feet. Nelliel looked at him with fearless eyes.

" Evolving. We Arrancars were merely hollows. Hollows who had lost the meaning of being people. And before that, we were humans, still oblivious to anything happening around us. And depending on our age, dealing with hormones and the future things. From being the insignificant human beings, we were given another chance to live as Hollows. As hollows, we were what you are now: Merciless, lost for the reason of living and filled with blood lust. Lord Aizen gave us a chance to try again, to serve under a greater purpose. That is evolution. To change, to evolve, to grow. Even as being the things that we are now, we still have growing up to do. In your case, learning to develop more brain cells."

" HEY!"

" If your fighting skills were as good as your many insults, then you would have defeated me already. Me-a girl." She stared at him in the face." That is why you do not like me. Because I am a girl and I am the one standing in the battlefield, above the males."

" Why wouldn't I want to kill you?" He hissed." Men were suppose to be the ones-the onbly ones in the battlefield and then you waltz in, thinking that your skills are better then ours and standing arrogantly against the men you slaughter."

" That is not a reason to hate me. That is your sexist attitude that you hone to your anger to get to me. That is an instint. And that is why I do not want your life to be on my hands." She twirled Santa Teresa i her fingertips, looking down at him.

" Fuck...," He said.

" I will not kill you because you do not have a reason to hate me."

" I do have a reason! I hate your fucking ass!"

Nelliel raised her eyebrows.

" I was under the impression that all of the male population around here was too busy staring at it to hate it Nnoitra."

Heat flooded his face, draining away from his body and rushing up to his face.

" I do not!" He hissed." And give me back my Santa Teresa!"

" I never said you Nnoitra. Why do you include yourself in it? Unless...?"

" I do not you BITCH! Don't flatter yourself with thinking that!"

" Your blush tells me otherwise," Nelliel said slyly. She went past him back to the entrance where she could see Pesche and Dondochakka waiting for her.

" Hey-hey! give me back my sword!" He yelled at her.

" Why should I? You wanted me to finish you off so bad so I'll just take this to be a victory thing."

" HEY! Give it back, you bitch!" He yelled. Nelliel sighted and spun around.

" I will if," She said suddenly," If you call me by my name."

" No," The word came out like a hiss in between his clenched teeth." Bitch is your name."

" Fine," She said shrugging," Then I'll keep it." He glared at her.

" You fight dirty."

" I know. There's only one way to the top, Nnoitra-through hard work, blood. sweat and more blood. Once you get to the top, the only other way is down so you get kind of territorial."

" Fine. Give me back my fucking sword, N-nel-Nelliel."

" See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Without turning back, Nelliel threw Santa Teresa in the air where it landed, quivering slightly, inches away from his hand.

" Fuck."

Third chapter, weird chapter.

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