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Tales of a Broken Society	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 41133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Planning Death

Fandom: Bleach

Characters: Nnoitra, Szayel

Requested by: Lost the name

Word count: 1,409

AN: And we come back to this world. I bring to you a Nnoitra, Szayel ally fic since I couldn’t see them as a pairing quite at this moment. Enjoy this though.
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“Pink bastard,” Nnoitra snorted, sneering at Szayelapparo, who just sneered back at him, pink eyes narrowed.
“What is it that you want now?” the Arrancar scientist sneered as he placed the energy ball that he had been working on into a special containment unit. He would transfer it to his fraccion later on when he wasn’t being bothered by an annoying insect.
Nnoitra crossed his lanky arms and leant against one wall, black hair falling over his hidden hollow hole. “I think we need to talk about the Third,” he drawled slowly, Szayel cocking an eyebrow as he turned his attention to his fellow Espada fully.
“And what do you mean by that?” he asked, sounding curious about what the other had in mind, watching him smile a smile full of straight white teeth.
“She’s a nosy little bitch and is likely to tell Aizen-sama what you’ve been up to in here, turning Fraccion into edible power balls and fucking around with the DNA of not only his Espada but also the Shinigami that he brought for his own research,” Nnoitra said, rolling one shoulder with a snort. “She’s getting up into my business to. I don’t like it.”
Szayel snorted. “Of course you wouldn’t like it. It would mean that you’d have to set Aizen-sama straight on what you do with your pretty little Fraccion every night you two are together.”
“He’s not strong enough to be fucked by me,” Nnoitra snorted. Szayel rolled his eyes and shook his head as he led the way into a private sitting room, the other Espada following after him.
Sitting down, Szayel snorted. “Of course he isn’t. He’s stunted by the bastard’s methods. If he wasn’t, he would make you a perfect mate, give you lots of pretty little children with both of your strengths,” he stated.
Nnoitra sat down in one of the offered chairs and stared at his companion, knowing what he was saying was true. “Yes, but that’s neither here nor there. We need to deal with her before she sticks her nose into the wrong thing and gets it chomped on. I think that she might be one of Grimmjow’s. His kids tend to live pretty damn long and some have ended up getting rather powerful,” he mused, Szayel giving him an appraising look.
“I’m surprised that you were able to figure that out considering how much time you do spend thinking about fighting and fucking,” he snipped, Nnorita sneering at him before rolling his eyes. “Anyways, it’s possible she is his child. If that’s true, we cannot simply kill her, especially if Grimmjow has even an inkling of his child being here,” he continued, waving a hand as he stood up and moved to a small water heater. Turning it on, he turned and frowned at his the other male.
“Well then, what do we do about her then?” Nnoitra asked, cocking an eyebrow as Szayel thought over their options. “I don’t think she’s gonna just let things pass. Nel has the stubbornness of Grimmjow combined with Harribel’s brains. That girl won’t let go,” he snorted.
Szayel waved a hand at his companion and ran a hand through pink locks, pink eyes narrowing in thought. “I think we need to make it so that she can’t remember any of her thoughts without killing her. We also need to make sure her fraccion are with her. Like you said, we don’t want her to be killed, especially by a low level hollow that seem to like hunting around here,” he mused, tapping a finger on his lips as the water heater dinged.
Turning around, the Espada scientist thought over what they were talking about, actually having to do to protect themselves and the others from what was to come. Aizen had spun some pretty stories to get all of them under his control, used his shikai on them and then continued to pull their puppet strings. But what he hadn’t expected was that the hogyoku, now with both parts combined into one, was somewhat sentient and had decided that with each one of them created they would hold a kernel of freedom deep in their minds and souls. Only Nnoitra, Tesra, Szayel, Grimmjow and Stark had been able to access those kernels so far. Stark was far too lazy to do anything until it was planned out and in motion which meant that Nnoitra, Tesra and Szayel had to work out their plans before they even talked with him.
But now with Nel poking around in what they were doing and she being so gung-ho about Aizen being so wonderful, it would make things difficult. Szayel did not want to do anything to her, but at the rate it was going… Sighing, the pink haired Espada narrowed his eyes as he made tea. “I have a feeling I know what to do to her should she cause more problems for us,” he stated, turning around and handing over a tea cup before taking his seat once more. He was worried about having to do it since it would leave her as nothing more than a child with her Fraccion to guard her…
“You’re worried aren’t you?” Nnorita drawled, eyes narrowing at Szayel and the absent way that he was drinking his tea. “About what?”
“About leaving her in any state of mind, even with her fraccion,” Szayel snorted, putting his half empty tea cup to the side as he snarled in disgust. “I shouldn’t worry about her, especially since she can tell Aizen-sama something or another and get us under his oh so watchful eye,” he continued, curling and uncurling his fingers as he narrowed his eyes at the innocent tea cup next to him. “She can fuck everything up just because she has been unable to find that kernel that we all have.”
“Are we sure that she’s looked for it? I mean, neither of us looked for it until Grimmjow started dropping hints that drove you nuts into looking for it,” Nnoitra snorted, rolling one shoulder as he snorted. “And then you kidnapped me, told me to meditate in a certain way and helped me to find it. Then of course we found out that Starky knew about it to, but found it because he sleeps so much,” he continued, Szayel sneering at him before rolling his eyes.
“Of course. But I also fear that if we did tell her to do it, she would run to Aizen-sama and tell him whatever we told her, fuck us over because he would turn us inside out trying to figure out how the kernel was implanted. And how the hogyoku had put the damn thing in our souls and minds. He would dissect us if he knew and we know it.” Szayel sighed and shook his head.
“Yeah, he did that to that one Espada who let it known that he wasn’t under any kind of control,” Nnoitra drawled, nose wrinkling as he remembered how Aizen had made them watch as the poor Espada had been slowly picked apart, piece by piece. All the while, alive, wiggling and begging for it to stop because he didn’t know how it happened. Luckily, the wanna-be God hadn’t figured out that it was something that was a part of their souls and the parts of their minds that connected to said souls. It wasn’t anything physical or purely mental.
Szayel sighed and rubbed at his face as he stood up and walked around the small room, ruffling his hair as he tried to calm himself. Even though he pulled apart the shinigami and Arrancar that he could steal and hide away, he never did anything while they were awake. He didn’t want to hear those screams and cries of pain. It was mostly him attaching monitors to various parts that would integrate with their bodies so that he could see how they reacted when Aizen did whatever he did to them.
Sighing, he shook his head. “We need to take care of her. We’ll make sure that she and her Fraccion are close by to Los Noches and we’ll keep an eye on her. We don’t want her dead if you’re right about her being one of Grimmjow’s,” he finally said.
“So we do what you’re thinking of doin’ and we’ll keep an eyeball on her,” Nnorita stated, getting a nod from the other Espada.
“I’ll get the vials ready.”
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