Cowards Don't Bleed
Title: Cowards Don't Bleed
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Nnoitra/Tesla
Summary: What defined his existence was not someone, not something, but a simple truth that only one man could provide.
I did not beta this, but it should be okay. Please don't get snippy if I mess up something IT'S A GIFT FIC~!!! For my darling Meggy and all you wonderful NnoiTes fans @_@
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Tesla had been wandering the sands of Hueco Mundo a long time before he met Nnoitra. He had been wandering a long time before he met Aizen. He had once been a gillian, he had been in a group of other gillians who barely managed to grip onto survival. One day one of their group turned against them, and Tesla was the only one to get out without losing a part of himself. Tesla had been a coward, he had run away and he had survived. Everyone else had lost their chance at evolution, Tesla had moved on.
He had met with other groups after this, but he had never felt the desire to stay. The first group had haunted him, his cowardice more chilling than anything he had ever done. He had torn flesh from the bone of many of his kind, but what made him the most regretful was his cowardice. Soon Tesla had become an adjuchas. He joined another group, and they were all much more powerful.
This time they did not turn on one another. Instead they were met by much stronger foes- and this time Tesla did not run. He paid the price. Tesla was stopped in time, forever a middle class adjuchas. Tesla felt a sad sense of pride, at least I did not run he told himself. At least I did not run.
Tesla met Aizen.
He was an 'experiment'. Tesla had become one of the many tests, the attempt at breaking the barrier between arrancar and human. With Aizen's help he ripped off his mask, he felt a feeling much like growth. He knew inside he would have never been able to grow without Aizen-sama. Without Aizen-sama, he would have stayed just an adjuchas. But Tesla was then an arrancar. Tesla had found something like salvation.
Soon Tesla looked back on his actions as monstrous. That's how he should feel right? Some arrancar looked at their past and saw that they were monsters, and some saw that they did what was neccesary to grow. Tesla wanted to think it was monstrous, but he looked at his actions and saw that he didn't care. Not only were his actions a necessity, but they defined him as who he was now. They defined Tesla as arrancar. Tesla did not know how to feel about this.
Tesla met Nnoitra-sama.
There had never been a man he admired more. There was never a man so dignified in his own monstrosity. He had come across him killing many of his kind...of their kind. Tesla hadn't killed a fellow arrancar in ages. This man was set out to be the best and he was also set out to revel in his own existence, his own disgusting damned existence.
In an instant, Tesla was completely sure of what he had been doubting about his life. This man had courage, he had the kind of courage you wouldn't put on a wall or give a ribbon to, it was the kind of courage you could die happy with. The kind that told you what you wanted, what you were, is damn right, and what made you set out to prove that. The kind that made you stay and fight traitors in a pack, just so you could rip the flesh off their bone and be almost as monstrous as they were.
Tesla didn't know his name, he didn't know who he was, he didn't even know at the time he was an Espada. All Tesla knew was there was a burning desire inside of him to serve this man just to see him bleed. Tesla revealed himself in the heat of battle, not giving a damn about the fact that he had just killed many others. No, Tesla spoke.
Nnoitra cut him. He had sent Santa Teresa across his stomach, in the heat of the moment, and blood spilled from his gut. “What the fuck is it you little dumbshit?” this man had said. His voice was crude but in the oddest sense it was welcoming. “A..ah..my apologies..” Tesla spoke, as blood poured out of his wound. He would be okay, it was shallow, and he could ignore the stinging and the pain. Tesla's eyes had lit up when the man opened his mouth, and he saw the eight on his tongue. This meant he was the current Octava Espada, Nnoitra Jiruga. “Nnoitra-sama...”
Nnoitra turned to face him and Tesla felt an overwhelming sensation in his body. He was a monstrosity, a perfect hateful monstrosity, and he was an Espada. Tesla would have served him as an arrancar, perhaps even if this man was merely a gillian arrancar. This man knew who he was, he was a warrior and a monster all at the same time. And Tesla wanted to see him bleed.
“I..came to request a simple thing..I wish to be..your fraccion, Nnoitra-sama.”
Cause cowards don't fucking bleed. Cowards run.
This man would never run, he would bleed till his body was dry.