Is it big-headed to say that I like this chapter? Heheh. Chapter 12 everyone! Enjoy!

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Chapter 12- Co-creation

Walking down the vast hallways of Las Noches, I decided to go slowly, take it all in. The huge walls were completely white, accompanied by perfectly unmarked marble pillars. The hallways seemed to stretch on forever, smaller hallways coming off of it. After about twenty minutes of walking, I passed the huge door with the number six on it. Grimmjow's room. There was a lot of banging and moaning coming from his room... sounded like Nnoitra wasn't the only Espada getting some.

I smiled to myself, as I knew very well who it was accompanying Grimmjow in his room... Septima Espada Isadora Demetrios. Another beautiful Espada, short chocolate brown hair and vanilla white skin, she was a quite powerful one. Every time I passed her, Isadora didn't give me a second look. She was so proud and I'm guessing rather arrogant too. I was almost mesmerised by her eyes; one being turquoise and the other hazel brown. Although Isadora wasn't the best when it came to battle, she had developed her Sonido skills brilliantly, far surpassing those of the previous 7th, Zommari Le Roux.

As I turned into the smaller hallway which housed both myself and my fellow Fraccion Tesla, a hand landed heavily on my shoulder, pushing me to the ground.

'Hey, slut.'

I couldn't look up on the account that this hand was pushing my head down, forcing me to stare at the white marble floor. However, it was easy enough to tell who it was.

'Nnoitra-sama?'

'Don't Nnoitra-sama me, you fuckin' whore. Don't act like you don't know what I mean.'

'Nnoi...'

He increased the force on my head, slamming me face first into the stone cold marble. Blood spattered everywhere, I was choking on the warm crimson dripping down my throat. Afraid and confused; I felt his reiatsu rising sky high.

'Nnoitra... Kuhuh...'

No words would come out properly, my jaw grinding painfully and shifting out of place. Even coughing was so agonising I felt faint.

Nnoitra lifted my head again, letting me catch a glimpse of the think pool of blood forming on the tiled floor below. I could barely breathe, after being winded by the harsh blow to the chest as I hit the floor.

'You think ya can just fuck any guy ya want? You think I didn't hear you in Szayel's room earlier? You're fuckin' wrong!'

He applied even more force this time, plunging my head into the blood once again.

I felt weak, but knew that if I didn't explain soon, Nnoitra would probably kill me in his fit of rage.

Gathering all the strength in my body, I swung round and grabbed Nnoitra's arm, twisting it away from my head. As I pushed his hand away, I skidded across the floor in the opposite direction, lifting my right arm. Almost as quick as light, I flicked my fist open and shot a single blast of cero at Nnoitra's stomach. Being so weak and only half-conscious the cero didn't quite go where I wanted it to. Instead of it going straight, the lime green bolt bounced off the walls and collided with Nnoitra's high-hooded uniform, scorching a huge hole in it.

Nnoitra stood still, a grumpy frown on his face and low, frustrated brows.

He stared at me as I collapsed in a heap on the floor. Slowly, Nnoitra swaggered over to my bruised and battered body, avoiding the large sticky puddle of blood.

'What. The. Fuck?'

Nnoitra took a handful of my orangey-red hair and yanked me to my feet. He could see I was just going to fall over again, so he hauled me over his shoulder and began walking back to his room.

He knew full well I was in no condition for what he wanted from me. But he could also see that I was trying to say something. So, amazingly, he decided to listen.

The whole way back to Nnoitra's room, I was mumbling something, trying desperately to explain myself.

'Nnoi...Nn...Nnoitra-sama...'

'Hey. Shut up.'

When we arrived at his room, he laid me on his sofa and sat cross-legged beside me.

'I'm waiting. Tell me, slut, why ya think it's alright to go fuck someone else when I'm here waitin' for ya, huh? Tell me that.'

Blood dribbled into my eyes. Wincing as they began to burn, I answered him with my eyes snapped shut.

'P...Pregnancy test... for me. Szayel. Made pregnancy test...'

Nnoitra's eyes shot open, and he stood up so fast his head spun.

'Pregnant? No... Shit! No! Don't tell me I've got you fucking pregnant!'

I opened my mouth to give him the answer... but the blood loss took the toll and I passed out... leaving Nnoitra on edge.

His deep indigo eyes focused on my bare and bloodied stomach. Was there something in there? Something that he had co-created?

'I... I can't be a father. No fucking way! I'd kill it, I know I would. But what do I do if I've got her pregnant...?'