Here's some Nnoitra x Nel. I love them. :)
It's an AU, as usual.
They'd met on the first day of high school. Just a passing meeting, just a passing in the hallway. They didn't take any notice of each other (except they did, she noticed his height and he noticed her boobs - how could one not notice?), but that was the first time they met.
They discovered they had their third hour class together, some twisted form of math. He wasn't even sure you could call it math anymore. She understood it completely, finishing their daily assignment within then minutes.
Then they realized that they sat relatively close in lunch. By relatively, I mean two tables apart. (but he still noticed her, and she still noticed him)
He thought he was being stupid to spend so much time thinking about a girl, so he did the only thing a Nnoitra Jiruga would do - on October 4, a Tuesday, he stood up, walked over to her table, and promptly dumped the contents of his milk carton on her head.
She noticed.
She looked up, chocolate milk dripping off of her bright green hair. He grinned, baring his teeth at her. Her friends gasped.
"Why did you just do that?" she asked, and he noticed her annoyingly high voice. He snorted and rolled his eyes.
"Why not?"
She ignored him and fled the room.
He watched her leave.
She came back to school the next day, chatting with her friends as if nothing had happened. He noticed. It irritated him.
/Damn bitch./ he thought, crumpling a piece of paper in his hand. Tesla mourned his homework.
He caused more disruptions in class now, she noticed. It seemed like every day he would be sent to the principal's office and get either detention or suspension.
She wondered why.
A few weeks after the milk incident as she was walking home from school, someone grabbed her arm and pulled her into an alley. She used her years of martial arts training to bring him down.
/A woman should never be able to beat a man./ he thought as he lay on the ground, watching her walk away.
She didn't notice it was him.
However, sometime the next week, when she was surrounded by a group of bikers, he saved her. He smashed their heads into the pavement. He left, not speaking a word to her.
She noticed him leave.
Once again, she wondered why.
He was gone from school the next few days. She noticed his disappearance. Only her friends were able to tell the difference in her personality.
"Why are you so down?" Orihime had asked.
"It's nothing," she said, smiling quickly. She was left alone after that.
When he came back, she was back to her normal bubbly self.
She wondered why.
The day he came back, he pulled her into a deserted hallway during lunch hour, pressing her back against the wall. She looked up at him through large gray eyes.
He couldn't bring himself to do what he was planning to do, so he spit in her face and walked away.
She wondered why.
Somewhere along the line, his friend noticed how odd he was acting and asked him about it. This was a mistake. The younger teen was promptly hit over the head and shoved into the nearest brick wall.
He couldn't help but notice his feelings for her.
She couldn't help but notice her feelings for him.
They hated it. Neither of them wanted to like the other. In fact, he was the exact type of person she hated. She was the exact type of person he hated. It just wouldn't work out.
Until one day when he disappeared.
He'd been gone from school before, but never for more than a week. It was halfway through the third week when she said something. "Do any of you know where Nnoitra Jiruga is?"
Her friends looked at each other and shrugged. "Who cares, anyway?" Rangiku said, echoing what everyone was thinking. "He's just trouble."
She cared. She cared so much, in fact, that she hunted down his friends and asked them. The blonde that seemed to shadow Nnoitra wasn't there, but there was the blue-haired one.
He didn't know, either. "Sorry," he'd said, shrugging. "I haven't seen him for a few weeks. You could try the police station. If he's in there, Tesla'll be outside. It's happened before."
She did try the police station. There was no blonde shadow outside.
She was about to give up. It didn't really matter, anyway. He wasn't any good, or even very attractive. Sure, he was tall, and seemed strong, but he had nothing on his blue-haired friend, or Ichigo Kurosaki.
But still, she cared.
She was sitting on the sidewalk in a less glamorous neighborhood when she finally saw him again. "What're you doing all the way out here, my dear?" she heard him say, and then she was pulled to her feet by the back of her sweatshirt. "Been a while since I saw you."
"I-" she cut herself off, twisting out of his grip. "Where have you been?"
He blinked. She noticed an eyepatch where his left eye had been previously.
"Well?" she asked.
He got over his momentary confusion and shrugged, cracking his knuckles. "Oh, you know."
She stood there, glaring at them.
"Doesn't matter. Nobody cares, anyway," he said.
"I do," she whispered. He looked at her, startled.
"What did you just say?"
"I care."