The times Nnoitora would like to greet Aizen's "pet" are all particularly memorable ones – in that there is always a figure in white in front of her door. A great horned mask adorns his head and when he turns to look at Nnoitora and tell him without words "to not come closer to her door", Nnoitora is always barred from entering and giving a friendly hello to the girl. Nnoitora had tried to enter her room once, when the guardian had been called away by the man they all knew as Aizen.

He left his marks on her – bruises, welts and torn clothing.

Ulquiorra, when he heard of Nnoitora's doing, in turn left his marks on him. He neutered him in the human world, ripping it off and saying that later, Aizen would like to speak with him. Nnoitora knows better now though. He remembers the look in Ulquiorra's eyes when he'd ripped him to pieces. It was not calm and orderly and fucking perfect.

It was savage, brutal and vicious.

There had been no expression on Ulquiorra's face even when Nnoitora released his true form and Ulquiorra followed. He saw it then, just like he sees it now. When Ulquiorra's tail and pierced through his chest and sent him flying, Nnoitora knew it. The son of a bitch was playing with him.

Now, here, in the dark before the woman's door, Nnoitora lingers and fingers his zanpakutou. Ulquiorra remains still as a statue and turns to look at him. it is there again – the flash of brutal savagery.

Nnoitora snorts but stands down and goes back from whence he came. He looks back only once to Ulquiorra is still standing there though he doesn't need to. Nnoitora imagines fire and brimstone surrounding Ulquiorra and that the room is a cave and within the cave, there is a princess.

Ulquiorra continues to watch him. Nnoitora shifts and continues on his way.

Ulquiorra would like to pretend to everyone that he is perfect and untouchable but he can't hide from Nnoitora who had seen it in the human world, just like he sees it now. It isn't some pansy-ass emotion that the humans would confuse it with but nor it is it the base form of lust he himself has with the woman. It is something much stranger.

Avarice – the greed to keep her wholly and completely to himself.

Nnoitora is sure that if he so desired to look back, he'd still see that green eyed bastard lingering before the door like a dragon to the front of his hole, blocking off sight to its treasure.

Nnoitora thinks: Greedy son of a bitch.

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