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Prize of Victory	By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 87205 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Warnings: brief sexual encounter. Not my fav. Chapter, but ah well. Nnoitra’s in a bit of a bad mood in the beginning of this chapter on account of getting his ass kicked by a teenage girl in the previous chapter. Not the way I intended to introduce them, but the scenes just kind of fell this way.
Nnoitra was hardly a difficult person to figure out. He is what many would consider a ‘sexist pig’ whose entire belief on women is that they should be barefoot, in the kitchen, and pregnant. Ready to serve their man when, where and how he demanded it.
As such Matsumoto found herself indeed barefoot, washing rice in the kitchen, but thankfully not pregnant. In fact she was pretty sure it was an impossibility. It had been a very rocky start for the two of them.
By nature she was a strong woman able to fend for herself, so Nnoitra’s sexist views were not appreciated. He had Claimed her no later than an hour after Aizen had declared open season on them. She had a feeling it would have been faster but Nnoitra had insisted on securing a place first and then Claiming her after killing the former inhabitants.
True the Claiming had left her tingling, but all she could think of at the time was what was happening to her friends and mourn over the large number of people that had died.
She had laid awake after he was done with her, tears streaming down her face (not because she had just been raped but because she felt for her friends) as she gave each dead companion a moment of her time to remember them. She did her best to remember them in life and not the horrid ways in which some of them had died.
Matsumoto frowned as she realized she was letting her thoughts go dark once more and instead forced a small smile on her face as she drained the rice she had been washing.
Despite not needing to consume ‘human’ food, Nnoitra had quite the taste for it, especially for beef and rice. She was expected to prepare at least two meals a day, breakfast and dinner.
They had given up on timing lunch because there was no way to predict when, or even if, he would arrive. She shifted her stance and sighed at the sound of tinkling mettle. She held back a scowl and unconsciously shifted her leg again.
The chain attached to her ankle tinkled again. It was a simple gold chain about the size of a normal rope that ran to the central pillar of the house. There was enough slack she could go anywhere on the property, and even past it in a few places if she lined the chain up right.
It was attached to a gold band around her ankle and she could easily reach down to unclasp it, if she dared. The few times her hand had drifted towards it Nnoitra had shoved her against a wall, pulled her Yukuta down, and strapped her. Her back gave a twinge in memory and she felt herself sigh once more.
She wasn’t the worse off by far, and she tried to keep her spirits up. She wasn’t the best, but she wasn’t anywhere near the worse. Yes, Nnoitra was a male dominating, egotistical bastard, but as long as she played her submissive role he could actually be quite the gentleman.
The hard part was playing the submissive role. Matsumoto was not a submissive person. It didn’t help that she still had full, unrestricted access to her reiatsu. Haineko was gone, presumably kept with everyone else’s Zanpakuto’s, but she could still fire out all her Kido spells if she desired.
Not that any of it did any good against Nnoitra. Once he had let her go at him with everything she had and he had just stood there and laughed before telling her she was turning him on.
”What doesn’t turn the bastard on?” She couldn’t help but to think sourly.
The sound of the front door opening took her by surprise and she quickly checked the position of the sun. Nnoitra shouldn’t be due back yet, at least not for dinner.
“Rangiku-san?” A familiar voice called out.
“Kitchen, Tesra.” She called back. “Where the hell else would I be at this time?” She added under her breath.
The sandy-blonde haired Fraccion appeared in the kitchen doorway. She leaned against the counter and stared at him while he looked off to the side. He never looked at her directly and when she had asked him about it one time he said it was because she was Nnoitra’s and it wasn’t his place to look.
“What is it?” She asked.
“I am here to pick up your weekly shopping list.”
“Of course.”
She grabbed the paper with her list of needed supplies from the notepad on the counter and handed it to him.
“It’s almost been 6 years now. You would think he would trust me by now to get my own crap.” She grumbled. “At least you have half decent taste in clothing.” She complimented.
He blushed slightly at the compliment while reading through the list to make sure he had no questions. It was pretty straight forward and he bowed his way out with a promise to be back in a few hours with the requested supplies.
It was barely ten minutes before the door slammed open and the sound of chain clanking came shortly before the sound of something heavy hitting the floor reached her.   There was no mistaking the distinctive sounds of Santa Teresa hitting the floor.
She turned to face the door, but didn’t get even half way around before she found herself forcefully pinned against the hallway wall.
“Fucking Bitch.” Nnoitra spat in rage. “Needs to learn her fucking place.” He growled.
Her yukata was pulled off roughly, leaving her pinned against the wall naked. He kept her pinned with his body while he freed himself from his Hakama before kicking her legs apart and thrusting into her completely unprepared.
She cried out in pain at the forceful, dry intrusion while he continued to curse vehemently behind her, bouncing her between himself and the wall. She bit her lip to stop her cry of pain and leaned against the wall for support once her legs finally responded.
Dimly she was aware that it wasn’t her he was pissed at, but rather someone else. When she did manage to get a look at him she realized his face was covered in blood that appeared to actually be his own.
She clenched her hands into fists and tried to force her body to relax as his assault, and tirade, continued. He hadn’t been this violent in a rather long time and the ferocity of the assault left her brain slightly stunned.
He finally shuddered and she felt him pour himself into her. With his release his anger seemed to go as well, and he simply leaned against her and the wall, breathing heavy as he regained his breath.
Finally he pulled away from her and she fell to the floor, her legs unable to support her weight. She winced at the slight pain but didn’t dare move just yet to inspect the damage he had done. She was still in a bit of shock.
“Tsh.” Nnoitra finally spat and stormed down the hall before sliding the bedroom door shut with a loud, resounding clack.
Matsumoto took several deep breaths and tried to regain her composure. She was still on the floor in a confused, crumpled heap when Tesra returned. He was silent as he set the bags aside and walked up to her.
She flinched slightly as his shadow fell over her, not out of fear, but out of self-consciousness to her state. Still, she could not bring herself to move. Tesra said nothing as he reached out and pulled her yukata back up over her shoulders.
In silence he helped her to her feet and pulled the rest of her yukata back on, eyes still averted.   She leaned against him for support as he helped her to the large bathroom and started to draw a hot bath in a tub large enough for four.
She stood there in silent shock, her brain slowly starting to reboot. By the time she came out of the shock she was neck deep in the bathwater alone. She could hear the sound of tinkering downstairs and realized Tesra must be finishing up preparing dinner.
With strong determination she went through what Nnoitra had done to her, trying to ignore the pain she had been in and instead focusing on what he had been saying. Clearly some woman had pissed him off, defied him and, if she recalled right, even managed to injure him.
He prided himself on having the strongest Hierro so for some one, especially a female someone, to get through it would be a serious blow to his male pride. Which would definitely explain his pissed off mood.
She couldn’t help but to jump when the door banged open and she flinched as Nnoitra strutted up to her. A hand shot out and grasped her chin, forcing her head to face him.
His nose had been cleaned up and already well on its way to being healed. The few bruises that had started to form were already fading. He seemed far calmer now and had a familiar, domineering smirk on his face.
“I’m sorry.” He apologised softly. “It wasn’t your fault and I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you when you have done nothing wrong.”
She gave a short nod of her head in acceptance of the apology. The first time he had apologised for hurting her when she had done nothing wrong it had taken her by complete surprise.
He kissed her forehead gently before releasing her head and she dropped her gaze. The sound of rustling clothing reached her ears shortly before the water was disturbed as Nnoitra joined her in the large tub. She shifted slightly as he sat down beside her, pulling her into his grasp.
She let him, knowing better than to resist. One hand ran down her back and began to message her lower back, easing the pain slightly. She sighed and leaned into his skilful hands. He was damn good with those long fingers of his, outmatched only by the amazing things he could do with his tongue.
She felt herself blush in memory at that thought. He was definitely skilled with his tongue and enjoyed showing her just how good he was with it. Sex was never dull with him.
Curiosity made her want to ask what had happened, but she knew to keep her mouth shut. She just leaned against him and tried her best to relax in his grasp. They sat like that for half an hour before she got the nerve to speak.
“I should get back to making dinner.” She commented.
Nnoitra loosened his grip in silent permission and she pulled away from him before crawling out of the tub. He sat back and smirked while he watched her dress. She escaped as quickly as she could, retreating to the kitchen. The sound of the chain attached to her ankle resounding loudly in her ears as she walked back down the stairs.
She reached the kitchen and sighed. Tesra jumped a bit at the noise and put the knife he had been using to slice beef down as he turned to face her.
“Thanks.” She offered him a weak smile as she entered the kitchen.
“It is nothing.” Tesra offered as he stepped aside to let her take over.
“No, seriously. I don’t think I would be able to keep this up without your help Tesra. You have done so much for me.”
She picked up the knife he had abandoned and continued where he had left off. He washed his hands and retreated from the room before Nnoitra could discover he had been doing her work for her.
She was halfway through preparing dinner when she heard the water drain from the tub. Nnoitra had just come back down the stairs, his hair still sopping wet and hanging limply. when the front door was kicked open. She jumped and gasped in shock as a wave of powerful reiatsu invaded the house.
“What the fuck?” Nnoitra cursed as he stormed past her line of sight to the front door.
“Aizen-kami would like to speak to you.” A cold voice declared, sending a shiver up her spine.
“So you bust in my door?” Nnoitra demanded with a snarl.
“I suggest you come immediately. Aizen-kami was most displeased with your actions earlier.”
Matsumoto felt her heart stop. If Nnoitra got in shit for something there was a damn good bet he would take it out on her afterwards.
“Tch, fine. I am coming.”
She heard him leave and the house was suddenly very quiet, and all the more terrifying. She managed to finish preparing dinner and set it in the oven to keep warm before setting about cleaning.
It helped a bit and briefly she wished Tesra had remained behind so she could ask if he knew what was going on. The best she could do was mentally prepare herself for the worst.
When the door opened again she froze and quickly sent out a trail of reiatsu to gauge what kind of mood Nnoitra was in. To her surprise, pure terror met her search and when he finally came into sight he was as white as a ghost.
In fact he walked right past her and up to their room without a word. She stared after him in shock while inwardly feeling a sense of cheer the bastard finally got what he deserved.
There was a tentative, weak knock on the door and another quick scan showed it to be Tesra returning. She opened the door and stepped aside to let him in.
“What happened?” She asked.
“My knowledge is limited, but Lilinette was saying something about Nnoitra-sama attacking Grimmjow-sama’s charge.”
She frowned, having no idea who Tesra was talking about. Last she knew Grimmjow had no one Claimed. Clearly it was a woman though.
“Aizen-kami had ordered us earlier to make sure no harm came to her as she is with child.”
“He attacked a pregnant woman?” She asked shocked.
Sure he was a sexist pig, but she doubted he would stoop that low.
“I don’t know all the details. Is he alright?” Tesra asked worried.
“Fine. Ghost white but I saw no evidence of wounds.”
Tesra gave a relieved sigh.
She always wondered how someone like Tesra could follow someone like Nnoitra with such loyalty.
“You should probably go to him.”
She most certainly had no desire to go to him. For the first time in a long time she almost felt a bit giddy. She wished she knew what had turned him ghost white so she could try to emulate it in the future.
“It would be for the best.” Tesra pushed gently.
She sighed. He was always right when it came to Nnoitra’s erratic behaviour. No telling what kind of mood he would be in when he snapped out of it. With great reluctance she headed back to the kitchen.
She piled a plate full of food, turned the oven off, put the leftovers in the fridge, and hesitantly made her way to their room.
Nnoitra was laying on his back on the large bed and didn’t acknowledge her as she entered. He actually looked like he was pouting and it was clear he was still terrified. She set the plate down on the night table on his side of the bed before undressing and joining him.
For a long time they simply lay in silence.
“Beef fried rice?” He finally asked in a neutral voice.
“Yes.” She answered.
He shifted beside her and she looked over to see him sitting up and pulling the plate onto his lap. The room was silent other than the sound of him eating.
She was honestly surprised he even bothered. It wasn’t like he needed to eat or anything like that, at least not ‘human food.’ But he still ate the entire meal before putting the empty plate back on the night stand.
“It was good.” He smiled softly.
“Thanks.” She returned.
He shed his own clothing, pulled the blankets over them, pulled her into his grasp, and curling up behind her.   He brushed her hair aside and nuzzled her neck.
“I am sorry for earlier. You at least are a good woman and didn’t deserve such treatment.” He breathed into her ear.
She shivered as his breath ghosted across her skin and his grip tightened. A moment later his breathing evened out and after half an hour she sighed and let herself drift off, honestly surprised he hadn’t reasserted his dominance over her and wondering if Tesra’s advice to go to him had been the reason she had been spared.
I had a hard time deciding on how I was going to portray Nnoitra. In the end I decided to stay with the sexist part, but I didn’t want him to be too abusive. Regrettably, when we meet him here he’s in one hell of a bad mood. In the end I decided to keep him chauvinistic, but at the same time a gentleman when his ‘woman’ is behaving. We will see more of his gentleman like ways later.
When thinking on who to pair with who the fact that Nel and Matsumoto are rather similar was a big influence of choosing to put Nnoitra with Matsumoto. I could definitely see him picking her because she would remind him of Nel in some ways, and not just the size of their chests.
As usual /love those of you that took the time to review. They make me feel giddy. Now to back answer some reviews.
Orihime will become her giddy self as time goes on. No matter your personality, essentially being rapped for five years will take the sun out of anyone’s life. Now that she and Ulquiorra are working out their differences you will see more and more of the old Orihime pop up.
Who has who Claimed will be fully revealed next Chapter, with the exception of Nanao because Starrk hasn’t CLAIMED her.
As I said in chapter one, I take NO offence to people skipping chapters or scenes they are uncomfortable with. Most of the dark stuff is over with, not all, but most.
Next Chapter: Claim Meeting time. Karin meets Aizen once again, as well as some old acquaintances. The separate paths begin to cross. Karin and Szayel also cover for each other and their ‘friendship’ begins to take place.
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