#nnoitrathe5th

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@nelliel-the-warrior|| AU {Babysit}

"Nnoitra-sama!"

"Nnoitra-sama!"

Shaking. Tiny hands. 

"Nnoi-t-ra-sa-maa!"

His eyes snapped open, annoyed by the small voice that had kept bothering him awake. He had enough of a nuisance by just sleeping on the couch alone, but someone had bothered to even dare awake him?

He growled and sat up, getting ready to stab the person who had awaken his slumber. "The fuck ya want?" He demanded, not even realizing who he was speaking to-- until he looked down on his lap.

Little Nelliel.

Of course it was her. It was her house for God's sake. But when the hell did she turn back? "Oi, teme when the hell did you turn back?" He asked, picking up the child by the back of her shirt. She had been wearing pajamas, until now they turned to a huge piece of clothing on her small body. 

If she had changed back, it meant that the former Tercera lost her memories, returning back to her child form. Did she forget everything? She must have last remembered seeing him die in Hueco Mundo. But he wasn't dead. "Ya lil' runt. Ya sure it's safe to be on me like that after what I did to ya?" He asked, testing to see just how much she remembered. 

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@nelliel-the-warrior {Closed Rp}

Fuck's sake. The hell was he doing in a shit pile such as this? The male looked down at his human clothing in disgust and crushed the soda can in his hands with a nasty snarl. The liquid oozed out, wetting his hands but he ignored it and continued moving on. People around him began to stare, afraid and recoiling.

He sneered in distaste and continued walking. He was itching to get out of there. It was only filled with weaklings-- mortals, humans. He was purely disgusted. If there was one good thing about this place, it was the fact that he was the strongest. But he was only the strongest out of the weaklings. That, he despised.

Tossing the crushed can onto the street not even caring that he was loitering, he rubbed his hands on his black swear and continued his way. Tch, the sun was way too bright. He tugged his sweater hood on his head closer, and cursed occasionally while walking.