Who: Yagami Light and Nnoitra Jiruga
When: February 4th, so early in the morning it might as well be the 3rd still.
Where: The baseball diamond
Summary: Light's extended an invitation to Nnoitra to show him what he's capable of, and speaking in person means that he's free from fear of past recordings coming to light.
Warnings: Some fighting, and
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Nnoitra fired a series of bala, annihilating several dozen of the creepers that were trying to edge in from the sides, before firing off a cero at a big one. It cut through the tub of lard's middle and it went down with a loud splat. Nnoitra wasn't even winded. He scowled as he shoved his fist into another asshole's gut. Shit was becoming boring, so he used sonido to appear right in front of the dugout, sending a sneaky fucker that'd tried to ( ... )
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Withdrawing his hand, Light continued to watch, determined to miss as little as possible, though he couldn't keep up with most of the movement. It was incredibly violent, but the power! He wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of it ( ... )
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Nnoitra cut two more bitches that thought they could take him, then turned away to fire a cero out into the field. Fuckers were relentless.
"Well, whatever. Let's blow this place," Nnoitra said, rolling his eye. He was already fucking tired of the annoying weakasses flocking to them. He'd see what this guy was all about then kill him. Or not. Depended on his mood.
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"Of course."
Carefully he drew himself out of the bunker, skirting around the pools of blood. A few splashes had burned through his suit trousers, ruining them -- well, that was a good start. "I'll follow your lead, though I'm afraid I can't go nearly as fast."
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He set down his excess baggage and flopped into a sofa, slamming Santa Teresa into the ground beside him before stretching out abnormally long arms along the length of the sofa.
"So. What's yer deal? Better not be boring or I might have t'do something to liven shit up." He cackled as he wiped some shithead's blood off on the white fabric, not caring about the squawking human behind the counter.
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It felt as though the whole world had suddenly come together and struck him. So winded was he that a moment later, when he was dumped like dead wood on the sofa, he was sure he may have forgotten how to breathe, trying to get air back into his lungs, his nails digging into the edges of the cushion underneath him.
Where was he? The lobby...of... He wasn't certain, still disorientated from the experience.
When he had his breath back, Light turned toward Nnoitra, collecting himself.
"In respect to what? I only just got here, but we've alreasy established that you're better than any Shinigami I've seen."
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"Yer a human but ya know somethin' about Shinigami and nothin' about us. Why is that?" Being called strong by someone so goddamn weak wasn't really that much of a compliment, so he didn't say anything about it. This guy wasn't on Nnoitra's list of people who needed to recognize his fucking greatness.
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"Us? So you're not Shinigami? No...I wouldn't be able to see you." He considered the situation thoughtfully. "Perhaps if you told me what you are, instead?"
Putting things in the appropriate boxes, working out the rules they follow to keep himself in control -- all important. But if Nnoitra is a new element, then Light has to get his measure before he can do anything of the kind.
"There's a reason you went to the effort of rescuing me from that bunker."
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Nnoitra chuckled. Yet another ignorant ass human. Hah. But more fun for him. He always liked scaring the shit out of them.
"I'm the strongest fucking Espada around, top of the Arrancar. You human's would probably label us demons or some shit, but we ain't," he said with a grin, propping his long legs up on a nearby table. "Just what ya got to look forward to when ya die. If ya manage to fuck up the rest and evolve, that is. An' that's assuming ya don't get eaten first or cut by some damn Shinigami."
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"I think I understand now," he said, calmly, turning his eyes away from Nnoitra and relaxing back in the chair. It didn't matter. He was as good as dead if he made the wrong move now. He had to be confident. Yes, the only chance of surviving was in either making sure the stranger wasn't interested in him, or making himself useful.
"I was considering offering my assistance." Not help. He wasn't completely dense, but neither could he use his true nature as a trading card -- this creature didn't seem to be the kind who could keep a secret, even if Light could convince him to give his word. "But if you're the strongest, you hardly need it. Shinigami, though ( ... )
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"So ya wanna be my Fraccion? Well I already got one, but I might be able t' use ya. Still haven't answered my question though. How the fuck d'ya know about the Shinigami?"
Nnoitra gazed coolly at the human, his mood shifting from angry to contemplative.
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"We can come to a mutual arrangement without any such thing. I care about not getting killed -- as you can imagine it's extremely important to me. But I am not above taking risks, if it ensures my safety. That is why I'm here -- you are without a doubt the strongest person I've met since arriving here, and helping you would be the most efficient way of staying alive.
"But I also don't know you. If I tell you my secrets, they are as likely to get me killed as you are to kill me out of impatience."
He closed his eyes, sighing. "But it seems to me that I have no choice. You will insist, won't you?" A long pause, as he considers how to phrase this without giving too much a way. "I have met a Shinigami named Rem; one bound to the human world by her death note."
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"Tch. Death's nothing. Just the fucking beginning of more shit." He paused, rolled his eye. "I don't do anythin' I don't want to. Sure as fuck won't for some human. Unless..." His gaze slid to meet the guy's own. "Ya got someone strong for me to fight." If this guy was fun or useful, he'd keep him around. If not, shithead was as good as dead.
Nnoitra tuned out most of the boring crap the human started spouting, crap about secrets and impatience. Whatever. What caught his ear was the mention of some queer ass name and...some shit he never heard of. Probably Rem or whoever's zanpakutou.
"Huh, musta been real fucking dumb t' get trapped in the human shithole," he said, digging in his ear for a moment out of boredom.
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He had to have confidence in the fact that Nnoitra cared nothing for who he was or what he'd achieved. Was it likely that he'd speak about him and his achievements? No. But if he did, Light could only say that he wove a story to keep himself alive.
"Hardly. She was exceedingly intelligent; shrewd. She put me in a position where I was forced to take more suspicion on myself, rather than elliminating the threat. It didn't matter -- as intelligent as she was, I was better. In the end, I convinced her to end her own life in favour of preserving my own."
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"Ya sound just like Grantzy. Except he'd say he's--" Nnoitra's voice went all high and girly, "--perfect." He scratched his nose. "Gotta give it t' ya though. Never thought in a million years a human'd be able t' kill a Shinigami. Fucking hilarious." He began laughing again.
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"That is the least of my achievements, I assure you." He inclined his head slightly toward Nnoitra, hard determination in his cold eyes.
"Nobody is perfect -- we all make mistakes. I'm sure this 'Grantzy' is the same."
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