Nnoitra was lying in his bed waiting. He must have waited all night, and now he was getting impatient. What do I have to do? He asked himself. He probably just left her alone to d- a huge burst of reiatsu pressed down on him.
"Ul-", Nnoitra was cut off when Ulquiorra closed his hand around Nnoitra's mouth, crushing his lower jaw.
Nnoitra was a sight. His lower jaw hanging limp while he tried to smile even more. It made Ulquiorra mad. He grabbed Nnoitra's arm twisting it till he heard a crack. Now his left arm was as limp as his jaw.
Nnoitra said in a gargled voice, "does she mean only this much?", his laughter made him sound like he was choking.
Ulquiorra took a sharp breath as Nnoitra continued to laugh. He stomped his foot onto Nnoitra's chest. He bent over and started to hit him. Left, right, left, right, after what seemed like forever Ulquiorra stopped.
"HAHAHAHAHA, does poor little number 4 want to kill me?", another hit.
"You trash", was all Ulquiorra said.
"Well, this trash WRECKED your little Hime-sama!",
As soon as the last word left Nnoitra's mouth Ulquiorra did something that finally got Nnoitra to cry out in pain. Nnoitra lifted his only good arm to where his lower jaw had been, only to meet his top row of teeth. Then it hit him. Ulquiorra had used the last hit to tear off his jaw.
Ulquiorra's thoughts were a jig-saw, why am I doing this? She is a human right? Should I care? Do I care? For once in Ulquiorra's life he rubbed his temple trying to understand why she made him feel this way. Feel?
He opened his eyes, his pupils slits. He looked at the sitting number 5 arrancar brother cradling his missing jaw. He had had enough. Nnoitra was trash. He didn't need to live. So Ulquiorra walked over to him. He looked up to Ulquiorra.
"So wha-", his voice was muffled by Ulquiorra's foot.
He looked with wide eyes as a green cero formed on his fingertips. He was about to fire when Orihime's condition filled his mind. He had raped her. His punishment should be fitting. Ulquiorra pointed his cero at Nnoitra's head. His chest. He stopped on the place that would hurt him the most, his groin.
Nnoitra's eyes widened ah he noticed, "Wait, Wait, Wai-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA", Nnoitra was cut off as his back arched. The pain was so unbearable that the always arrogant arrancar found himself begging for death.
Ulquiorra walked out of Nnoitra's room and down the hall to his own.
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In the basement of Las Noches a sudden outburst made a certain medical arrancar jump.
"Where am...am I?." she muttered, "who are y-you?"
"Well my dear espada I am a medical arrancar. My name however is Sora. You are in my lab recovering from some horrendous wounds. Tell me do you remember what happened?", Sora asked with mild interest.
"I remember-NNOITRA!", Halibel said eyes narrowing as she remembered.
"The number 5 espada?", Sora asked with growing interest.
Halibel got up and started to walk to the nearest stairwell, "I'll kill him."
Sora with fingers interwoven stared at her slow climb before going to join her
"You know number 3, I always wanted to ask that human girl questions about her powers. Would you be so kind as to see if that could be arranged?" Sora asked with an innocent smile.
A cold glare was his answer.
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Orihime awoke screaming for help. She was lost; she wasn't in her room or in her bed. Her confusion worsened as she took in her surroundings. The window was no longer barred, the bed was large and had a green cover, and the rooms walls were nothing but bookshelves filled with books. When her eyes landed on the figure in the door way her expression must have changed dramatically. The figure seemed to hesitate entering. She was scared. Who would be hesitant of her? When she saw the person better her eyes widened. Green eyes…green covers…..his room….
Even though she should be terrified she couldn't help the small blush that painted her face. She reached out with her right hand only to interweave her fingers with his left hand. She stared at their hands before looking into his eyes. His once cold and emotionless eyes were different. They burned with an unspoken desire; emotion. It terrified her. He walked closer to her never letting go of her hand.