I hate everything about you (Nnoitra X Neliel)

Collaboration

Nelliel could feel Nnoitra's stare on her. She could practically feel the deep hatred he felt for her, how much despised her, how much he just wanted to break her.... she could all see it in his eyes.

Again, he had desperately tried to come closer to her , but she pushed him away. He could not have her again, she had made up her mind already. This was enough.

Whenever he tried to come close to her, she would push him away. Whenever she tried to come close to him, he would push her away. It bothered her a lot but she realized it was a lot better this way.

She closed her eyes and went up to her room. She did not want to be engaged with him at this moment. Her thoughts swayed back and fro about the reckless man who was simply looking for battles to throw his life away. It was a dreadful sight for her. She could not understand him.

She remembered one of their earlier fights where he kept insisting on battling with her. She often resisted because she could not see the reason for them to fight. He was easily overpowered  by her, covered in sweat and dirt but he still stood nevertheless, no matter how many times she sent him flying. Why did he keep trying? She did not have any reason to hurt him.

"I already told you, Nnoitra. I don't want to fight you. I don't see any reason for us to fight." She had told him, wondering why he still didn't give up.

"Maybe you can't see it but it's clear to me. Fighting is the purpose itself!"

"I don't understand. Why are you so desperate to fight?"

"Because I want to die." He answered without any hesitation. Such strong words but he said them as if that was a really obvious answer. "I want to die gloriously in battle. That's why I need to get stronger. When I'm strong, everyone wants to fight me and only when I fight I feel alive." He continued.

"You seem to be addicted." She simply said.

"You're right. Nothing comes close to a good fight."

She still did not understand him. There was absolutely nothing he would prefer over a fight. Nelliel had thought so hard of how she could possibly change this suicidal lifestyle of his. He had, just like every other hollow including her, evolved into a much greater stage as a hollow and he should be thankful for that. For coming so far. But instead he simply kept looking for fights, being reckless in battle.

She did not want him to die.

She had tried many things, scolding him, trying to make him understand, saving him, but nothing worked against that addiction of him fighting. Nothing. He always thought she was making fun of him.

She sighed and decided to read a book for the meantime. Perhaps it would be best to lay off her thoughts of him and do something else.

After all, it seemed like they would never understand each other.

Nnoitra spat out a curse as he watched Nelliel turn her back on him.  She always pulled this shit on him and he was getting more than just sick of it.

She kept following him around and for what? Just so she could make fun of him? Make him feel like the pathetic peace of shit he really is?

And those eyes... those golden hazel brown eyes... they always looked at him telling him she would never accept him. She would never acknowledge him. He was... weak in her eyes.

His fist slammed into the wall.  God, how he hated her!! Why did he have to be around this bitch? Why did she always follow him everywhere? Why did she keep insisting on traveling with him?

Earlier he had had killed an arrancar, and there she was again, ready to scold him for having killed another of his kind, because she is all soft-hearted and shit.

Saving someone won't do any good... just like her saving him. He was not her comrade. He was her enemy. She had to understand that. But she didn't understand shit about him. Hell, he didn't even give a shit about understanding her.

He just came from a good fight and now, his frustration was making him crave for another fight. It was the only outlet that satisfied him. Fuck Neliel, always with "reasons" and shit. He would become stronger and defeat her before she could even start ahead thinking of  a reason to fight him.

But it didn't matter what he would do, as long as she was around he felt weak. She made him feel so weak. And to her, he was weak.

There was no way in hell he would be able to get rid of her. He just wanted her to disappear and not hear from her again. Not be looked at with those arrogant eyes of hers. But how? She was stronger than him and it was nearly impossible to somehow get rid of her. Killing was an option but he wondered... could he really kill her?

If ever he would become stronger than her, would he have the sheer will to kill her?

Now he was doubting himself and it pissed him off. He hated doubting his strength but above all he hated doubting his capacity of doing practically anything....

She pissed him off so much. She made him frustrated, desperate, effeminate, weak, pathetic... everything he never wanted to be.

He cursed under his breath as he walked through the corridors of Las Noches and there she was, walking with her stupid fraccions.

She was so beautiful. The way her hips and her hair swayed from side to side as she was walking so gracefully and above all... she was smiling.

She was smiling at her dumbass fraccion as they walked together. Her eyes twinkled with an admiring and cheerful look... the kind of look she never gave him. Not even once.

As she set eyes on him, the twinkle in her eye and her smile vanished and she gave him a stern look. Nnoitra returned her with  a glare as she passed by him, farther walking down the hallways until she disappeared.

Why? Why did she look at her fraccion that way when they were far weaker than he was? Why did they deserve a higher acknowledgement from her than he did? Why?

He was by far greater than those two weaklings! He was smarter, stronger than them! Hell, they didn't even deserve to be compared to him! But why did Nelliel look at them like they were so special? Why couldn't she look at him that way? Why could they get her acknowledgement and not him?

He buried his head into his hand. God, why did he even care? Why did he need her fucking acknowledgement anyway? Why did he seriously give a fuck what she thought of him? He did know the answer, but he didn't want to admit it...

He hated her so fucking much. God, how much he wished she would just disappear and never come back again. He needed her and he hated it. He despised everything she gave him.

He wanted to break her.

"Ahh, Nnoitra, why are you looking so distressed?" A haughty voice called out from behind him.

He turned around to see a jolly pink-haired character delicately walking towards him, almost looking like he was floating.

"What do you fucking want?" Nnoitra growled at the scientist.

"Oh, I just saw how angry you are and thought why not have a collaboration with me? I could use some help.." Szayel adjusted his glassed.

"You think I'll raise one fucking finger for you?!" Nnoitra snapped, clearly irritated.

"Please, of course I won't dare to turn you into a peasant but see it in a way that this 'project' could benefit the both of us..."

Nnoitra snorted. Szayel was fucking weird and gay, he wasn't even an espada anymore but maybe somehow he could do something about Nelliel.