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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jul 11, 2011 7:44:26 GMT -5
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Nnoitra walked out behind the other, not really paying attention. How had he even managed to get himself into this? It seemed like the last couple of hours in the world of the Living had been days. And while they were entertaining, there was something about it that messed with him. Something missing. He wasn't living, something was off. It was like someone was crushing one of his wind pipes or something. His face scrunched around his nose in almost a disgusted look as he thought to himself.
Letting out a breath, he actually LOOKED.
The street lights overhead looked brilliant against the backdrop of other various lights and the otherwise awesome cityscape. It all seemed quite familiar also. Perhaps it had something to do with something that had happened when he was still alive. Heh. It was possible.
"Shinji. Perhaps you don't want to be hanging out with me. Honestly, I don't care what happens to you either way. But-" There was a second, and as one minute they were talking, the other, Nnoitra grunted as a fist slammed into his face. "Gimme your money." The punk said. Wait.
Punk?
Looking up, he toom notice of what seemed to be a gang. Oh, great. No.
This really was great. Beating the shit out of people weaker than him. YES! This was what he missed, and it has only been a little while! Maybe it wasn't even about just the World of the Living shit anyway, maybe it was as a whole. Ever since Aizen had came along he hadn't been able to just go do as he pleased. He hated it.
"I don't know if your blind or what." Nnoitra pulled his hand away and straightened himself back up. And woah, did he tour over this other guy.
"But now I'm gunna kick yer ass."
The next minute, hell, he didn't even care what the Blondie did. He moved forward, a bit too quickly for a normal human to manage and slammed his knee into the stomach of the the man. With a grin fit for a maniac on his face he moved on, beating the shit out of all the gang members one by one. Slamming his knuckles into one guys face, there was a crunch signalling a broken nose. Slamming another guy against the wall, his head clashed horribly against the brick.
Oh, this was nice.
((It's looong. rofl I didn't want it to be cliche, but I wanted to move along. This should be around where Shinji begins to get suspicions about Nnoi other than his pretty face. *snerk*))
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Post by Renji Abari on Jul 13, 2011 14:30:23 GMT -5
Shinji was listening to Nnoitra, turning around when his voice stopped suddenly.
A gang of street thugs had gathered around the tall man, trying to take his money. Shinji's eyebrow shot up when Nnoitra moved, Something isn't right... He watched Nnoitra dispatch each of the thugs, brown eyes narrowing.
He heard footsteps behind him, and without taking his eyes off Nnoitra, he side-stepped another of the punks. Shinji brought one foot up, kicking the stupid kid harder than he meant to, due to his current annoyance. Said punk slammed into the wall, an indent of his body left in the brick structure.
Oops... he thought, hearing the cracking sound of one kids head hitting the wall. Shinji sighed in relief, realizing Nnoitra was too caught up in the beatdown of the rest of the punks to notice Shinji or the kid he most-likely killed. If he wasn't human, I would be able to tell, right? He sure as hell doesn't act like a Shinigami though.
Shinji leaned up against a nearby wall, watching Nnoitra silently. The streetlamp cast shadows over Shinji's eyes, a wide grin forming across his face. Finally, something new to do in this boring town.
((Changing colors for Shinji, and it's not cliche, I find it awesome!))
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jul 18, 2011 11:00:54 GMT -5
Each punch her threw, he felt better.
You know, when he thought about it later, he would remember that he didn't really have a wallet anyway, all he had was that fucking credit card.
And hell if he found out it belonged to Szayel, he would have just given it to them. It wouldn't really be like it would ruin his credit rating or
something, fuck, they were arrancar, but the pink haired bastart probably went to quite a bit of trouble to get his hands on it. For a moment he
stopped, eyes flickering over to Blondie. Did he suspect something? Would he have to explain what he was? Kill the blonde? Arg, for fucks sake.
He brought up a curled boot against the next thug's stomach, the man making a horrible gurgling noise as the strength of the boot against him
probably ruptured something or other. It brought a maniac like grin to his face, bigger than there had been already.
The thugs were running out of numbers. Looking over after a little while, he noticed Shinji watching him. A little near was one of the teens, who had
been smashed against a wall.
Suspicious... he hadn't kicked that one himself, and he had been hit damn hard.
Now, some would say that Nnoitra was a dumbass, but he could certainly put two and two together. Soe intimidation wouldn't hurt in the least.
Shinji was a bit too airheaded to be a soul reaper or some damn thing, but it wouldn't hurt to check. His mind slipped into other topics as he
continued to plow through the other thugs. Like wondering how Shinji would be in bed...
Nnoitra stood breathing in the middle of the 'wreckage'. Bodies were here and there lying on the pavement. He was sure he had a splatter of blood on
his face, but he had made sure to try not and get any on his new clothes. Now for Shinji. Turning, underneath the streetlight he looked unusually tall,
and he stalked his way toward Shinji. The blonde looked delectable underneath the other streetlight. Long thing legs crossed as he leaned sexily back
against the wall behind him, a grin worthy of the cheshire cat on his face.
Once he was in front of the blonde, he leaned down, a leg raising up inbetween the legs of the other, arms on either side of Shinji's face.
"I saw you move. Shinji." He added the others name for emphasis, leaning in close, as his eyes moved toward the knocked out punk near them to
show what he was talking about. "And don't play stupid with me." For a moment he thought about it. He couldn't try and worm this information out
of the other without being suspicious himself, but what could he say? Uh... that his... mother was killed by a hollow? And that he knows what Soul
Reapers are, because a Soul Reaper saved him from the same hollow? Sure, lets go with that. It was fucking PATHETIC, but he was to uncreative to
think of anything else at the moment.
((I am glad you liked my idea then! I loved how you had Shinji standing against the wall with the shadows from the streetlight. <3))
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jul 18, 2011 11:03:53 GMT -5
I ain't fixin those lines this time, man, I hate them notebook pages. >.<
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Post by Renji Abari on Jul 18, 2011 16:44:43 GMT -5
Shinji watched Nnoitra saunter over, placing his hands on each side of the blonde's head, a knee comming up between Shinji's legs. The blonde looked up at Nnoitra, his smirk never faltering, "I told you there was more to me. You didn't believe me, Nnoitra. I'll tell you a little secret, I'm not human."
"What about you though? You have abnormal speed and strength, not to mention your height. I'll tell ya what I am if you tell me what you are." Shinji leaned forward, gently licking a few blood drops off the taller man's cheek. Shinji leaned back, brown eyes locking on to Nnoitra's purple one.
"No Bullshit, no lies, no making shit up." Shinji growled, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Shinji waited for a moment, debating on whether to show Nnoitra his mask or not. Fuck it, if he's a shinigami or something, I'll just have to kill him.
Shinji sighed heavily, reaching one hand up behind his head. The bone mask materialized as his hand came down his face, the mask slid to the side as to only cover half of his face. Shinji looked at Nnoitra, one eye now grey with the white blacked out. "This is what I am, Nnoitra," Shinji said, waiting patiently for a response.
((I could see Shinji in my mind like that, looking really bad ass. PS: About the lines, don't worry about fixing them I don't care. I'm just OCD.))
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jul 20, 2011 10:59:16 GMT -5
This here. This must be the real Shinji. The nervousness from earlier and all of that was peeled right away to expose a smooth talking, dangerous man, and fuck, Nnoitra loved it. He was loving every minute of having this man in front of him, Nnoi's own leg between his own legs. Heh, it payed off this. And what had he stumbled upon since the moment he was dropped here? Well, he was about to find out. He wasn't human, was he? Nothing new there. What was this, and everything bad happens to Nnoitra week? EVERY - FUCKING - THING. Who knows, maybe it wasn't so bad. Maybe Shinji was just... bipolar or something. He almost laughed out loud at that one. No, take this seriously, he reprimanded himself.
Nnoitra's eye darted to look the other as he leaned in to lick the blood off of his cheek, making the taller man in turn, shiver lightly. "What I am?" He should have seen this coming. Smart ass. Maye Nnoitra was no rocket scientist, but apparently Shinji was pretty smart.
"Tell me that yer not a fuckin' Soul Reaper, Blondie." He said under his breath back, his own voice dangerous. His nose scrunched a bit at the bridge and he looked vicious. Soul Reapers. He wasn't Grimmjow, he had no respect for those creatures.
He stepped back as the materialized a mask over his face, the rietsu flaring in the air for a moment before calming, and for a moment, Nnoitra had nothing to say.
"Ya' don't want no bullshit from me? No lies ya' say. What if I can't tall ye what I am?" Nnoitra said back, as a counter. For a moment his mind raced. They had never been told about something like this, what the fuck was he!? He had energy akin to a soul reaper, but he was definitaly closer to a hollow. "What are ye anyway?" He said, his voice quiet. Sure, he was acting just like a flabberghasted human. Eh, it worked.
((I squeed like a fangirl when I was reading your post. XDDDD))
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Post by Renji Abari on Jul 20, 2011 14:30:35 GMT -5
Shinji sighed, " I'm not a fucking Soul Reaper. I'm a Visored. Ex-Soul Reapers who became hollowfied," He replied. Shinji's grin disapeared, replaced with a grimace as the words brought up unplesant memories. He snapped back to his current situation, his lips forming a thin line.
"Why can't you tell me what you are? Just showing you my mask puts me in danger, the Soul Reapers don't much like me." Shinji growled, a dark look flashing through his brown eyes.
Sinji reached up, his fingers gently brushing the skin below Nnoitra's bandanna,"Does it have to do with this?" He asked, suprised by how extremely soft Nnoitra's skin was. "If you're not a shinigami, and not gonna try to kill me, I don't care." The blonde said, staring into Nnoitra's eye silently demanding an answer, or explination.
What the hell could be so bad that he wouldn't want to say what he is? He's not a Shinigami, hates them aparently. His expression, he's shocked by me so he's not like me. Shinji's thoughts raced a mile a minute, not a single hint of his emotions slipping through into his eyes. He kept his eyes on Nnoitra's purple one, willing him silently to stop looking freaked out.
Shinji sighed again, removing his mask quickly in the hope that Nnoitra might relax a little with it gone.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jul 21, 2011 12:35:14 GMT -5
It was good that he wasn't a Soul Reaper, at least. But once Shinji explained what he was, he knew things would be complicated. After all. While they had not been told directly of these Vizard's, there had been hints. So Shinji was indeed a bit like himself. Then again, he was an ex-Soul Reaper. 'Be careful when going to the World of the Living. There are dangers there that aid this Ichigo Kurosaki.' Aizen's smooth voice replayed in his head and he leant back. Nnoitra was forced to remind himself. You are an arrancar. You are a danger and a threat. They will not tolerate you. You don't want them to tolerate you. Since when had toleration worked it's way in anyway? He had just been getting ready to tell Shinji to hit the road because it would cause complications later on when those god-damned thrugs showed up!
"The Soul Reapers don't like you, huh?" Nnoitra repeated, looking a bit skeptical. He did say Ex-Soul Reaper. Ah yes, Central 46. They would have judged them all as threats, which meant that the rest of the members of the Sereitei would have to follow up and treat them as enemies. Yet, Ichigo Kurosaki was something else. As Nnoitra thought about it, he still didn't see how showing what he was to Shinji would help anything.
Shinji's light fingers on his cheek felt quite nice, and he focued on that for a moment before the other drew his hand away.
Well, there was an answer he could give... he watched as the atmosphere around Shinji hinted at the blonde's inner conflict. Obviously he was confused. Not a Soul Reaper because he hated them. Not a vizard, since Nnoi had asked what they were. One would think that by process of elimination he could have figured it out and yet...
He watched as Shinji removed the mask and then looked back at Nnoitra.
And then Nnoitra grinned his signature grin, leaning back away from the other, but keeping his leg between the others legs just for good measure.
"Who said I won't try an' kill ya'?" Nnoitra said, moving in, and licked the others ear before moving back again. "C'mon, Shinji. Ya' ain't stupid. What am I? Surely ya' can figure it out." Now that he thought about it, Shinji must have been the 'blonde, masked bastard' that put Grimmjow out of commision a little while back. So he had faced an Arranacar.
Was his game coming to an end?
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Post by Renji Abari on Jul 21, 2011 13:39:50 GMT -5
Shinji watched Nnoitra shift forward, licking his ear and his stomach flopped around like a damn fish out of water. Shinji took a moment, his head tilting to the side when Nnoitra said something about killing him. Shiji tried to keep his face straight as he thought of the Blue-haired Espada punk that acted almost like Nnoitra, almost.
Shinji let his Cheshire cat grin slip onto his face, his hands lifting up. "Ya caught me Nnoitra, and I caught you," Shinji purred, his hands at head height. "You must be... an Arrancar."
Shinji reached forward in the blink of an eye, grabbing Nnoitra's hoodie, yanking the taller man forward, and capturing Nnoitra's lips in a rough kiss. Shinji's free hand was on the left side of Nnoitra's face, not moving away as Shinji pulled back, waiting for Nnoitra to say or do something. Hopefully, he won't attack me, Shinji thought, steeling his resolve and waiting..
Oh, Nnoitra, The games had just began....
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jul 26, 2011 10:31:54 GMT -5
Shinji seemed out of it for a split moment after his reply, and that in turn left Nnoitra standing, face hovering a ways away, looking a bit confused. Apparently the taunt along with the actions toward the other had been a bit too much. Was that little bit of affection enough to set the other off that much? Nnoitra forced back a grin. Whatever was to happen, it was sure to be entertaining. And then his one purple eye set itself upon the other, waiting patiently with a face of stone.
Shinji's hands began to lift up, and the blonde's mouth opened. What did he mean by I caught you and you caught me? In the act? The only thing he could think about the statement was that the other meant they had caught what the other really was. Unless there was underlying meaning he was missing. Eh. "You must be... an arrancar.", The other said. Nnoitra knew that it would be all too easy, what with process of elimination and all, and the other could so easily knock down the other ideas. Now what? His mind raced. Should he kill the blonde? Would Shinji try and kill him? He was capable of making quick decisions, but this. Was a bit too quick. He hadn't even thought he would meet anyone worth it in the World of the Living, and he supposed that PERHAPS he was a LITTLE attached to Shinji, even more so now that he had learnt that the other wasn't just another airheaded, starry eyed, human.
He certainly didn't see what happened next coming.
The blonde's hand shot out, and if he hadn't been an arrancar he certainly wouldn't have even seen the movement. While his eyes were quick enough to catch the movement, his hand fell a bit short, reaching up and preparing to wrench the others hand off, his own long fingers wrapping around the thin wrist of the other, expecting the worst. His grip tightened, and Nnoitra began to panic. He wouldn't be quick enough. His hand wouldn't have time to get the other off of him, and if he knew any sort of - his lips smashed against those of the others as the hand he had thouht had intended to damage, instead brought him forward.
The kiss was rough, and on Shinji's part, passionate. The blonde packed a lot of feeling into that kiss, as spontaneous as it had been. Shinji's left hand came up to be set on the Espada's cheek, fingertips lightly set on the skin there. It was a very bittersweet feeling. This was, possibly, a victory and a let down. The information he had let out. Could it cost him his own life? He had let more than his secret slip, but had he? It was all so confusing? For one of the first times in his life, Nnoitra wanted to just be able to let dispair flood his facial features, but he stayed stoic until the kiss was broken, a hopeful look upon Shinji's face.
In all honesty, he had no idea what to say. His mouth fell open a little bit, and his hand was still clutching the others wrist dangerously hard. He was in no way a sentimental creature, and it seemed like on top of that, the World was going to start falling down around him. His other hand was wtill set against the brick of the building behind Shinji. He let go of the others wrist and lifed that hand up to the back of the bandana, and untied the knot there, the bandana falling away to reveal his hollow hole, the trademark bone circling it like normal, and Nnoitra wondered again why Szayel would have left this on a gigai. Perhaps he hadn't had a choice?
((I suppose the thing is, that he barely has a reaction other than held back dispair at the future. Does that make sense? I made it long, I think it was quite fast paced and exciting sounding. xD))
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Post by Renji Abari on Jul 27, 2011 10:31:41 GMT -5
Shinji stared up at Nnoitra, feeling his wrist ache slightly from the painfully tight death-grip that the taller man had on it. The hand slipped away and the Blonde missed its warmth instantly. Shinji watched as Nnoitra took off his bandanna, a large hollow hole with teeth around the edge visible with the cloth gone.
Nnoitra looked shocked, worried, and a little lost to Shinji. The blonde moved his fingers up slowly, watching Nnoitra's eyes as one of his fingertips brushed the edge of the hollow hole.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jul 28, 2011 17:33:02 GMT -5
Nnoitra was watching the other closely, wondering what he would say. This was proof. Anyone else would say that it was proof that he was a monster, but they were just like any of the other creatures after life. That was what some of the soul reapers didn't understand. So what if they were a bit different. A soul reaper and an arrancar were one and the same.
As Shinji's fingertip moved along the edge of the hollow hole, he stood rigid. It shot feelings down his spine, sure, but he was too tense to...
"Now what?" Nnoitra finally spoke, voice a rasp.
"Do we fight? Does one of us kill th' other?" He said, his facial expression obviously cold. "It'd not what ya act like would happen, but I'm sure it's what ya SHOULD do, ain't it?" Nnoitra continued. Shinji would know. He was following Aizen. And he was an enemy of the others such as the berry that Grimmjow always spoke of. For them to be aqquiantences in any way, was dangerous.
Was the other willing to risk it.
"'M only here for a week anyways." He said, stepping back completely, and waiting for what the other would say.
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Post by Renji Abari on Jul 28, 2011 18:41:47 GMT -5
Shinji felt the weight of the world settle on his shoulders, knowing Nnoitra was right. But Shinji couldn't kill Nnoitra if he tried. The whole situation was a screwed up mess, and the Blonde knew he had to say something. After all the foes, obstacles, and fights he had been through; After standing calmly infront of Aizen as the blonde slowly hollowfied, Shinji panicked. His grin disappeared, his eyes widedned and he paled as emotions and thoughts raced through his mind.
Nnoitra would be here for a week, then back to the bastard who destroyed lives for his own enjoyment. But maybe...
Shinji took a breath, calming his nerves and letting the words form in his mind. "We can go our seperate ways, if you truly wish it. But, I don't want to." The blonde extended his hand, slowly reaching it out to Nnoitra with his palm facing up. "Nnoitra, I know it is a dangerous idea, but... I want you. Spend the time you have here with me."
Shinji paused, giving Nnoitra time to think about the offer. "Fuck Aizen, the Soul Society, the Soul Reapers, and everybody else. They can handle their own shit for a week without us." He said, watching Nnoitra's expression closely. The Blonde wanted to pull Nnoitra close again, but he didn't, waiting for dark-haired man's answer.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Aug 6, 2011 11:44:05 GMT -5
Suddenly the atmosphere was heavy. Nnoitra was probably affected by this situation less than Shinji. After all, Nnoitra was a solitary creature. He had grown through his years, needing no one but himself. Every once and a while a comrade was needed. Szayel helped him to thow Neliel out of the Soul Society. Tesla had been by his side for a while now, although it would be a lie to say he relied on the little blonde. Watching as the emotions flitted across the others face though, Nnoitra lowered his eyes. Neliel had come at him when she had lost her friends, her fraccion to him. Were these connections... Did they mean so much to others? It was stereotypical almost. Relations, sure. Something to protect, the orange top had shown that, and probably was express it more in times to come.
"But - it's only a week anyways." Nnoitra said. His voice sounded normal, but insides seemed to curl. It was as Neliel had said. Although he hated to think of that bitch as correct, she probably was.
Nnoitra was more beast than he was sensible creature.
"It won' hurt me none to spend a week with ya', Blondie." His muave colored eye flickered to the other in front of him, at the same time he leaned toward the hand that the other held out, palm up. He rubbed against the hand, so Shinji's hand came to rest against his cheek, much like a cat would rub against someones touch, only Nnoitra didn't move. "I can pick up and leave. Can ya' let me go?" To Nnoitra, it seemed to ridiculous. Why should it matter, and once again he was sent wondering.
Pulling away, he turned so his back was to the Blonde and raised his thin fingers to graze over where the others hand had been against his cheek. Then he dropped his hand, and shoved both of his hands into his pockets. "Perhaps you can tame me." He turned his head just enough to look over his shoulder as he started to walk.
"You comin', Blondie?"
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Post by Renji Abari on Aug 9, 2011 11:34:39 GMT -5
Shinji almost tackled Nnoitra, ignoring the strange sadness from the Black-haired Arrancar's question. I don't know if I can let ya go, Nnoitra... he thought, starting to follow Nnoitra.
Shinji glanced back, seeing Nnoitra's bandana resting on the ground. "Nnoitra, hang on a second, yer forgetting something!" Shinji went back, bending over and picking up the piece of cloth.
Shinji held it tightly as a gust of wind blew past, whipping his hair to the side while he hurried back to Nnoitra, showing the taller man the cloth. "Don't leave this behind, you paid for it, ne?"
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