Chapter... damn I forgot what chapter it was! 7 or 8?? Ah well. Enjoy!
Chapter (?)- You make my head spin
Slam.
I threw my clothes on the floor and rushed into the bathroom, fumbling through the glass cabinet above the sink. There was something about glass that I love; maybe it's the way it is so shiny, or the fact that you can see right through it. You know there is nothing dodgy inside of it... oh I'm just crazy.
After dropping a few bottles of mouthwash and skin lotion into the sink and on the floor, I finally got hold of the little navy blue jar containing the medicine the nurse gave me previously that day.
Just one with water. Should be okay...
I took out a sinister looking blue pill and replaced the jar in the cabinet. Closing the cabinet door, I reached out to grab a glass I kept on the little side table, for rinsing my mouth out. I filled it with tap water (all the water was the same in Hueco Mundo; it came from the same place. What you drunk was the same water that came out of your taps in the bathroom) and placed the pill on my tongue. I've never been good swallowing pills whole... they get stuck at the back of my throat and I think I'm going to choke.
Just swallow it, moron. Aaaargh!
Typically, I started choking, not on the pill, but on the huge gulp of water I took to wash it down. I flung my head down over the sink and coughed until I thought my lungs were going to come up. Nice.
Slumping down onto the toilet seat, I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down from the whole choking episode.
I heard a crash. Standing up from the toilet seat, I sneaked out into the laundry room, peeking out the door to see what had caused it.
Nothing.
I shrugged and turned to go back into the bathroom... and standing there face-to-face, was a very hot and turned on Nnoitra.
Jumping back in surprise, I bumped into the washing machine and stuck my arms out to balance myself.
'You think ya can just leave half way through? No fuckin' way.'
He lunged forward, smashing me into the sharp corner of the machine. A loud crack was heard, and I fell back against the wall.
'Shit! My back~'
My voice tailed off as Nnoitra took his fingers and shoved them between my legs, trying to make me wet again so he could carry on his 'business'. He twiddled them around, almost desperately, watching me squirm up against the machine.
But I didn't want it... I wasn't in the mood.
'Stop it. Don't force yourself in! Fuck off!'
Nnoitra grabbed me by the hair and slammed me up against the wall. A mirror that was hanging there snapped and little shards of glass stuck into the back of my head.
I screamed at the top of my voice, it was so shrill even Nnoitra let go.
Holding my head, I fell to the floor as my vision went fuzzy and eventually faded.
'W...what the hell you screamin' for?'
Nnoitra sounded a little worried... but still had a violent tone to his voice. He bent down and tilted my head up so they were face-to-face again.
'Watcha done to ya damn head now, ya clumsy bitch.'
My head lolled, my eyes shut, and there was no reply.
'Shit.'
Nnoitra put his hands round the back of my head, and swore when he realised his hands were covered in blood.
'Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit! I've fuckin' killed her!'
He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, this time in the same way you would hold a baby; supporting the head. I guess he didn't want me to lose anymore blood... that could be fatal. Walking into the bathroom again, he laid me flat on the floor, back up so he could see the wound. He noticed a small chink had snapped off the back of my mask. In fact, it looked it was stuck in my head.
'Do I... pull this out?'
It seemed the only logical thing to do. He washed his hands first, remembering where he had just shoved them.
He bent down beside my limp body, listening to my breath; slow and heavy. He rested two fingers either side of the chink of mask, and tugged roughly at it. I winced, but didn't wake. Yanking on it violently. He put his hand over the wound and put pressure on it, hoping he could stop the blood pouring out... he didn't want to carry me to the nurse. It would raise suspicions (just like last time, Aizen wanted to know how I'd had got into such a state. His reason was fine... but practically raping his own Fraccion... not a good excuse).
The blood stopped within about fifteen minutes; however Nnoitra didn't leave the room for four hours, until I woke up feeling sick and dizzy.
'So ya finally decided to get up, did ya?'
Pushing myself up and sitting up on my knees, I noticed a small dried line of blood running down my breasts and stomach. It was then that a huge headache hit me like a ton of bricks being constantly thrown at my head.
'W... what the hell did you do to me this time!?'
I stood up, covering my breasts with my arms, and turning on the shower.
'Wha' d'ya mean? I saved your ass didn't I?'
'You're the one who smashed my head against the bloody wall! Shit, my head hurts...'
'Lemme see it...'
Nnoitra walked towards me, reaching out to touch my hair, to see the wound. But I spun round and stuck my hand out, urging him to stop.
'Stop it, Nnoitra-sama. Please... go. I need to shower. Please go!'
A tear meandered its way down my blood-stained cheek, dripped off my chin, and splashed delicately onto my foot.
'Nnoitra-sama. I am truly sorry for leaving mid... Mid-thing, but I had to take my pills. Do you understand? And now I'm covered in blood... I need to wash.'
Nnoitra said nothing.
'Nnoitra-sama... Nnoitra!!!'
Flying forward and grabbing his wrist, I tried to get him to respond by yanking it forward, watching him stumble a little. However he still said nothing. And he didn't leave either. Instead, using his free hand, he cupped the left side of my face, and pulled it towards him, kissing me softly on the lips.
'Nnoi...tra...sama...?'
And then it happened. My stupid heart started thrashing madly inside my chest, absolutely crazed on the fact that he actually kissed me softly for once. I flung my arms round his neck and clung to him, tilting my head to the side to let him kiss me again, biting my lip as he ran his tongue up my neck. God, I wanted to fuck so badly right then.
Which we did.
