Salty Goodness
Title: Salty Goodness
Character: Nnoitra
Prompt: Table 4, #16, Salt (50scenes )
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word count: 321
Warning: Sorta an AU - Don't think they have pizza in Hueco Mundo
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of its characters.
Salty Goodness
Nnoitra liked salt. He liked a lot of things, but salt was right up there on his list of ‘shit I would take with me to a deserted island’. It fascinated him to no extent that a little pinch of the white granules could make even the most disgusting things taste a tad better. Like spinach. Or two week old pizza. It didn’t matter; whatever it was, it was sure to taste better with a little added salt.
Of course, he probably liked it a bit more than, let’s say, normal people did. It wasn’t like he’d coat his food with it… but it was pretty damn close. He really enjoyed watching the reactions on people’s faces as he dumped a pile of it in his oatmeal and stirred it around. Their eyes went as wide as saucers when he took a big glob of the now-salty mush and licked it off the spoon with his abnormally long tongue. The overload of seasoning gave his taste buds a karate chop… and he liked it.
Yes, salt was one of the finer things in life. Well, in his life. But then, he wasn’t into a bunch of fancy-shmancy shit, anyways. He preferred the crap that most people would turn their noses up at-old porno magazines, cheesy horror flicks, death metal music, badly written novels, outdated video games, and… salt. It had crossed his mind a few times that the only reason he liked the shit he did was to get a rise out of the fuckers that bothered to stick their noses in his life. But… if he were to admit to that, he’d also have to admit to actually giving a damn. And he didn’t. Not at all.
So… he liked salt because he simply did. Along with all the rest of the crazy shit he had an affinity for. Like broken glass bottles. And soggy French fries. With salt.