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Halibel sat quietly in her appointed bed, enjoying the peace and tranquility that the silence brought. "I wonder why it's so quiet." She said to herself as she looked around at the empty quarters. "I wonder if everyone else got missions to do?"

Nnoitra leapt up from the seat in his room, too damn aggrivated out of boredom to simply sit around. "When the ******** is Aizen-sama going to let us go and fight?!" He yelled to the empty room. He was far too anxious to keep his thoughts to himself. "Damn it..." He muttered as he thrust his fist through the wall to his left. "I wonder what pet-sama is up to right now?" He asked the silence as he stepped out of his room, headed to visit the red-haired goddess of a human.

Nnoitra was on his way back from Orihime's room when he more or less bumped into Grimmjow in the hallway. He eyed the blue haired Espada with a particular loathing. The truth was that Nnoitra hardly liked any of the other Espada, but the two that sat on either side of him in terms of rank bothered him the most. Those less than Grimmjow wouldn't dare get in his way, and those above Uluquiorra didn't have the time to be bothering him. It was Grimmjow and Uluquiorra who really pissed him off because both were strong, but both were close enough to his level to pose a challenge to him in which the winner would not necessarily be apparant right away. All he really wanted was to eliminate both of them, but the truth was that Aizen wouldn't allow it, and that was that. "What's wrong? That orange haired punk still bothering you?" He said to Grimmjow as he passed him. He had only heard about Ichigo before, but from the sound of it he was quite the annoyance.

((Go ahead and swear. Just don't let it get too excessive.))

Nnoitra grinned, licking his lips a little as he did so. "He's that much of a problem for you? I hope he comes here... That ******** kid and his friends would be the most interesting bunch to set foot in here. Pet-sama alone would be fun enough to fight. She'd just get cut up and then suddenly she'd be fine again! I could probably pull off all her arms and legs and the next day she'd be her usual self. Pah!" Nnoitra was actually quite disgusted with the thought of fighting the girl. Her power was actually greater than his in a way. His worked faster, but her's was completely different! It was so irritating. Grimmjow should still only have one arm, but no, she made sure that that wasn't going to happen. Whatever. Nnoitra grew ancy. If nothing happened soon he'd turn on the other Espada like he did with Nel. They couldn't contain him for too much longer...

"Who the ******** you callin' a reject, weakling!" Nnoitra said in an angry, slithery tone. He turned and swiped his massive weapon at the man standing behind him. The hallway was too small for such a large weapon, but that meant nothing as the Fifth Espada simply cut through the wall with ease to slice for Dreza's neck.

"You piece of s**t!" Nnoitra spat as he turned around. "Tousen and Gin are just down the hall that way, but I don't think you'll be able to see them after I've pulled out your freaky a** eyes!" The lanky Espada darted his left hand forward to grab for Dreza's face, aiming two twisted fingers for Dreza's red eye. This son of a b***h needed to be taught a lesson and Nnoitra wanted to be the one to deal the pain. What the hell was a shinigami other than Gin and Tousen doing in Las Noches anyway? b*****d was way in over his head.

Bringing his arm in and then aroun, Dreza twisted it around Nnoitra's arm grabing it at the elbow. Increasing the reiatsu in his hand his grip tightened. Bringing Mikael up, the blade remained in an underhand grip pressed against the arrancar's throat.

Increasing the power of ambient perception, Dreza smiled as the bright gold pupils formed in his eyes. Knowing full well how open he was in this position, Dreza doubted common sense would tell Nnoitra to be wary of a blade to his throat.

"I highly suggest you back down, I know what I want now I'll walk away. This comes to blood, you will die first cut but me dying is only about fifty-fifty depending on how quickly slitting your throat kills you.."