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It wasn’t a big secret that Nnoitra only had one Fraccion. The reason behind it was anybody’s guess. He would simply kill anyone who came too close, and Tesla was the only one who had (somehow) managed to survive long enough for Nnoitra to get used to his presence. Yeah, that had to be why the Arrancar wasn’t dead. Nnoitra would do his best not to kill him, however, violence wasn’t off the table.
When it came to other Fraccion, he wasn’t quite as merciful. That being said, everybody knew that, so the lower ranked Arrancar made a point to stay out of his way. This was more than welcome, since Nnoitra had no patience to deal with ‘weak trash’.
He was resting in the sand, back leaned against one of the many pillars that were so conveniently placed under the fake blue sky. Nnoitra wasn’t into architecture, but he still found himself wondering what the fuck was up with these pillars. He also thought the sky was stupid. He preferred the bright moon instead, and there were many times when he considered leaving Las Noches all together, but, being the Quinto Espada, there was no way he could just ditch his ‘responsibilities’ or whatever. He had asked for more power - not to be part of some stupid Shinigami war. Well - whatever. Once it was done he could do as he pleased. He would start with taking out the higher ranked Espada, to show that he was indeed stronger.
A reiatsu had been approaching him for a while, and he recognized it as a pretty weak one (in his way of measuring anyway). He couldn’t pinpoint it yet, or tell who it belonged to, but with the direction it was heading, he would say it was looking for him. Didn’t people get why he went out of the palace? He wanted some fucking peace. Was that too much to ask?
When he finally spotted her as she rounded the pillar, there was a small huff of laughter from him, clearly mocking her very presence. Mah, he had to admit, it was pretty brave of her to come seek him out all on her own like this. She belonged to Harribel, so maybe she was carrying a message from the Tres. Yeah, like Nnoitra would follow orders from a fucking woman.
“‘Daz far enough.” He hadn’t been holding onto Santa Teresa, but it had been resting next to him, and now, his bony hand reached out for it. Fingers wrapped around it, not really as a direct threat, but as a hint. If she showed him proper respect, he wouldn’t harm her. At least not... Too much. The reason was because he had no desire whatsoever to mess with Harribel. He would let her die in the war instead - much easier than taking care of her himself. Yeah, maybe a bit cowardly on his part, but he had bad experience with females with a ‘3’ tattooed on them. “What’cha want? Make it short.” That wasn’t really a question - it was an order.