#impcra

Probably Ulquiorra, Nnoitra thought. It was JUST HIS FUCKING LUCK. Also --- Even if Nnoitra's injuries were severe... Ulquiorra was somehow worse off. He thought the other's voice sounded faint. Still stoic though. There was somewhat of a comfort in that. At least something about this situation was normal. Nnoitra didn't say anything for a long moment. Instead he focused on his own breathing. Pulling air into his torn lungs, and hearing the ugly wet sound of blood. With his single remaining hand he tried to put some pressure on the wound that almost divided his body in half. It was little use.

Much to his disbelief, the Uchiha accepted his proposal. Tobirama’s pride suffered a lost against Hashirama’s betting of expectations. If he could curse, he would have— silent under his breath. Not that he could. The revelation didn’t have the time to rise to surface before he found a gloved hand in his own, eagerly accepting this dance.

The Senju’s countenance remained apathetic, not returning Madara’s smirk as he led the other out with him. One guiding step after the other in a skillful trek to the nearest opening. 

 “Feeling generous today?” he couldn’t help but sneer, like he wasn’t the one whom boldly asserted himself. 

Manipulation starters

He missed the point, hadn't he? This wasn't about fear...but she wondered if a hero like him could feel fear at all. "Fear just makes you human. And if it isn't fear, then it's other people - people you think can have authority over you and others."

They were seated next to each other today. Typically, Nnoitra sat between Starrk and Harribel. There was no requirement for them to sort themselves by rank around the table ( probably for the best, so that he and Grimmjow did not have to sit next to each other ). He and Ulquiorra had arrived together ( which was rare ), and so it was natural for the two of them to take place next to each other. The meeting was boring, as per usual. Aizen wanted them to find more Vasto Lorde. Nnoitra hoped that HE had done such a bad job at that mission the last time he was deployed that Aizen would think twice before sending him out again. It wasn't that he would mind wandering around Hueco Mundo for a week or two, it was just that he absolutely hated taking orders. And, if he DID find some Vasto Lorde, he'd much rather like to kill them, instead of peacefully escorting them back to Las Noches... Aizen probably knew that, so he'd order someone to go with him. So much for a peaceful trip. Fuck, as long as it wasn't Grimmjow. He'd take anyone over him. If Harribel went with him, he could watch her tits giggle as they walked. That would be sweet---

His thoughts were interrupted when something touched his leg. His thigh. The light touch was hardly felt thanks to his hierro but --- What the fuck? He realized that it was the Espada next to him who was putting a hand on him. Ulquiorra. That was --- Unexpected. Yeah, sure, Nnoitra had touched him too as they walked to the meeting, but that was just to tease him. Just for fun. With their current little arrangement, it was well within his rights to bully him. Seemed Ulquiorra had LIKED it more than he let on. Why the fuck else would he be flirting with him now? Nnoitra could not help but grin. He didn't say anything though.

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