Name: Mari~ meaning rebelliousness (I thought it was fitting!)

I DONT OWN BLEACH! I mean really? Whats the point of this? if i owned it i wouldnt write friggin fanfiction!

Cackling like a maniac I continued my mad spree through the halls of las noches, Nnoitra sprinting after me like a madman, features twisted in anger, neon orange hair fluttering behind him.

"YOU'VE GONE TOO FUCKIN FAR THIS TIME BITCH!" He howled. I ran faster. Yeah, I was probably gonna pay for this one… but Kami dammit he started it! Well… at least I think he did… wait… did he?

We'd been doing this for so long it seemed I couldn't even remember who pissed who off first… ever since I was 'born' into las noches, Nnoitra and I had been at each other throats, taking it in turn to prank, trap, swear at, and generally fuck with each other's heads. We hated each other's guts with all the fiery passions of the hounds of hell. Every morning when I got out of bed, the first thing I had to do was check my rooms for traps, before I could even get out of bed. The major difference between our play was, while mine were more like pranks (dying all his jackets pink, putting dye in his shampoo bottle, taking rainbow sharpies to his scythey thresher things…) his retaliations were more… painful.

A couple of them could easily have been fatal. I had once woken up to find a set of knives dangling over my bed inches from my face, and another time he had pumped my room full of gas so when I lit one of my many candles it would have exploded. Luckily, I managed to detect them every time, due to my awesome skills of ninja-ness, so I was never really worried. Still, it seemed a bit overkill till I figured out what he was really mad about. It wasn't the pranks per se, it was the fact that his humiliation was brought about by me. Me being a woman, one of the worthless creatures so looked down upon by him.

Even though I was one of his mere 2 fraccion, I was worthless in his eyes. I was just barely below espada level, in fact, if two or three kicked the bucket I was pretty sure I was in line, but still, I was just a woman. Still I was just the bitch he barely put up with. The only person who truly knew how much that hurt me was Tesla, my best friend and fellow idiot. You had to be an idiot to serve Nnoitra, even if you were totally, moronically, and inconceivably in love with him like I was. Yep. I said it. And all my pranks were just attempts to get him to look at me for a few minutes. I couldn't help it! He was strong, he was funny, his reactions made me laugh my ass off, and, once you got past the creepy leer, he was kinda cute! What's not to like? Okay wait… don't answer that… I know the answer.

ANYWAY! On this particularly lovely morning, I had snuck into Nnoitra's room while he was sleeping and poured highlighter orange dye into his shampoo bottle. It was good stuff too, Szayel made it special for me. Szayel and I had a kind if agreement. As long as I made Nnoitra miserable, and kept his name out of it, he would help me with the more interesting supplies for my little 'gifts.' Szayel liked me quite a bit, and disliked Nnoitra just as much as everyone else in las noches, so it wasn't very hard to convince him…

And now Nnoitra was a carrot top and he was damn pissed about it. I skidded around the corner and broke into my mad dash once again. YES! I could see the door to my room, just... a little… further… Ha! Nnoitra's footsteps began to close in as I yanked open my door and bolted through, whirling to lock i- "AAAHHH!" suddenly, the ground was very, very far away.

I heard cackling as a grinning Nnoitra stepped into my room. "Mari? Mari? Now where oh where could the little bitch have gone?" He laughed again and looked up, "Oh there you are! All gift wrapped and hand fuckin delivered too! Oh this is great!"

I glared daggers at his grinning face as I struggled to get my face right side up. My arm slipped through the squares of rope that bound me, and I swore. Yeah that's right. Rope. At the moment, Nnoitra was probably seeing a pretty funny picture. I was trapped in some kind of giant net, and since I had been running when it sprung, I was in a pretty awkward position. One of my legs were twisted up through an upper loop, and the other was stuck through the bottom. By reflex I had tried to cathch myself, and so my arms were stuck through behind me. Oh yeah, and I was upside down.

This was so fucking undignified. "NNOITRA!" I screeched "The moment I get out of this I'm gonna rip your nuts off and feed them to a squirrel!" Nnoitra just grinned wider, "Now who said you're gonna get out of this?" He taunted. I stared at him, and then laughed, "Like hell! You can't keep me here forever! I'm ten feet off the ground!"

Nnoitra grinned even wider, it looked like his face was gonna split it was that wide. "Can't I?" He reached behind my door and pulled something out. It was a pole. A metal one. It was about eight feet long, and had a y-shape on one end. I stared at it, not getting it.

"What the hell are you gonna do with… OH MY KAMI!" I shrieked. Nnoitra lifted the pole to the top of the net, and stuck the y-shaped part into the place where the net drew together and lifted, and suddenly I was hanging from the pole and not the ceiling. He lowered me slowly, and brought me to his eye-level. (Note: that STILL made me pretty far off the ground!) He leered at me. "Now what was that about not being able to keep you there?"

I stared at him incredulously. "What the hell? Are you just gonna carry me through the halls like this?"

"Fuck yeah!"

That was it. I started struggling. I tried tearing the rope. I tried untying it. Hell, I even tried firing a cero at the damn thing. Nnoitra just watched in amusement. "What the hell is this shit made of?" I whined.

"Hell if I know, but it's straight from Szayel's labs. You can't burn it, cut it, stretch it, tear it or anything else you can think of.

Okay, I'll admit. I was getting pretty worried here. He had obviously thought this it out. That in itself was a small miracle. Nnoitra didn't think things out. Nnoitra barreled into things headfirst screaming, swearing, and swinging his scythes. But this… the net, the pole, the schmancy rope…

"Oh Kami." I groaned, "You're fucking serious."

And he was. All that day he carried me around, kicking and struggling, from Szayel's lab to fix his hair (Szayel gave me a sympathetic look, but Nnoitra is technically a higher rank than him sooooooooo...) to the sparring grounds. (Where I was hung from a streetlight like some kinda weird lamp!). I was slung over his shoulder from the pole, dangling a few feet behind him like those sacks hoboes always carry in old cartoons. You shoulda seen the looks we got. The worst by far, was when we ran into Grimmjow. He just froze there, in the middle of the hallway. Nnoitra was grinning at him like the nutcase he was. Grimmjow blinked a few times, and then suddenly just burst out laughing. I swear to Kami, the man was bent over double just howling with laughter, tears in the corners of his eyes. I gave him the glare of doom the entire time. When he finally stopped laugh enough to choke out a few words, he looked at Nnoitra and said:

"Finally putting your bitch in her place Nnoitra?"

I roared at him, and lunged at him through the net, tipping over. Nnoitra had to scramble to catch me, but I still banged against the wall painfully. "Owie!" I whimpered. I reached my hands through the net and rubbed my sore butt, as they BOTH started laughing at me. Oh yeah, today was easily the worst day of my life.

"Um, Nnoitra-sama?" I whined. Yeah Sama. I had given up on the swearing and struggling. Now I hoped if I was the good little fraccion like Tesla that maybe he would put me down. So far I had no such luck.

Nnoitra looked up at me. He was grinning of course. He hadn't stopped all fucking day. "Yeah Mari-chan?"

I took a deep breath, "Yeeeeeeeeeeaaaah…. How the hell am I supposed to sleep?"
Nnoitra didn't seem fazed by the question that had been bugging me for hours. He just started down the corridor toward… wait. This was the west wing, the place reserved for the residence of the espada… Wait, wasn't he gonna let me out tonight? Hadn't he humiliated me enough?

"N-Nnoitra-sama? What are you doing?" a little bit of my panic crept into my voice.

"It's ten-o-clock at night." He answered. "I'm tired from hauling your whiny bitch ass around all day. I'm going ta bed!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand… what about me?" Little red lights were going off in my head.

"Well obviously I can't leave you alone can I? You can't do anything like this… So, you're comin with!"

"WHAT!"

Much screaming, swearing, struggling, bitching, and finally whining later, I was exhausted. There was nothing I could do. I was staying with Nnoitra until he decided to let me out.

When we reached his room, I stared at I like it was my execution chamber. This was it. If I stayed there tonight, it was official that I could in fact live in the net. I didn't wanna live in the net dammit! There were those marks on my back that you get from sitting on something to long, and I had really bad rope burn on my hands from gripping the net when Nnoitra swung me around. I was sore and stiff and humiliated. I didn't know how much more of this I could take.

Sighing, I gave up and went limp, allowing myself to be swung into his room. I had to admit, even though I saw it a lot, both as his fraccion and his personal pranker, Nnoitra's room never got any less awesome. I mean he was way tall right? So he has this oh my freakin Kami HUGE ass bed, and it's like, way soft and comfy, you almost sink into it and you just wanna flop down… (I found that out the time I put a whole litter of Szayel's latest creation under his blankets. I never found out what they were, but they looked like a cross between hollows, dogs, and worms…) Anyway, he also had these really nifty hook things he hung his bladey scythe things on, and the walls were painted dark grey, and there was this thick red carpet on the floor, and the blankets on the bed were red. He had a table with two chairs too, also upholstered in red, and all the wood, like the doors, chairs and bed frame, was this dark reddish-black wood. Long paragraph short, it was pretty freakin badass, and even if I would never admit it to anyone, it was almost… tasteful. Who knew huh?
But now there was one addition. There was a big-ass hook embedded in his ceiling. "Damn. You really did think this out…" I commented. Nnoitra hung me on the hook. "Paybacks a bitch, bitch!" he cackled.

I sighed again and did my best to get comfortable on the wide squares of rope I was perched on. This was NOT going to be easy. I wasn't the most compact of sleepers. Sprawler might be more accurate. Bed-hog maybe.

"Nnoitraaaaa..." I whined. I looked at him and froze. He was shirtless, and from the looks of it he had just got done changing into a pair of long black pajama pants. Changing. With me right there in the room.

My eyes were probably wide as the sun, and I know my mouth had fallen open. He looked up when I whined, and noticed me staring. He broke into yet another grin. "S'matter? See something you like?"

My eyes traveled up and down. I couldn't help it. Lean muscled torso... long legs... Just the right amount of muscle everywhere it mattered... Hell, I was seeing a lot I liked, but there was no way I was gonna admit that to him! I snapped my mouth shut and shot him a look that I swear to Kami had him cringing. "You wish I did!" I snapped, "Have some decency! I don't need to be scarred for life along with the rest of this bullshit!"

Nnoitra's P.O.V.

"Nnoitraaa..." Mari whined. I shut the drawer to my dresser and tossed my espada jacket into a corner before I turned. I braced myself for more bitching. I didn't get the reaction I was expecting though. Instead I was met with the most... hell, I don't even know how to describe the look on her face. It was priceless. Her eyes were huge, and her mouth was stretched into a big '0'. And her eyes... they were obviously traveling up and down my body, the look in their emerald depths a mixture of shock, awe, and... Hell, was that desire?

Before I could stop myself, I felt my face stretch into one of my trademark grins, "S'matter? See something you like?" I leered. I could've kicked myself. A wall slammed down over her face, and her eyes filled with rage and... Fear? "You wish I did!" she spat, "Have some decency! I don't need to be scarred for life along with the rest of this bullshit!"

I blinked, grin long gone. What the hell was her problem? Sure I didn't usually hit on her like every other girl in the world, but that didn't mean she got to react like this the one time I did! "Chill bitch!" My voice sounded way too defensive for my liking, but damn, right now the snarl on her face was scary!

"Keep this up and you ain't never getting outta that net!" I growled. Immediately the snarl disappeared and she turn away to face the wall once more. "Yes Nnoitra-sama..." she said quietly. I blinked again. Wow. She really did hate the net didn't she? Grumbling, I reached out and hit the lights, then stalked over to my bed. I flopped down and rolled to face away from her.

I made a point of ignoring the rustling, cursing, and occasional hiss of pain that came from Mari's direction. Damn it! I did not feel guilty! The bitch needed to be put in her place. Taught to fear me and treat me with respect like a proper fraccion should! I already made exceptions for her. I didn't hit on her, I didn't hurt her, I didn't abuse her or take advantage of her! Me being who I am, she was treated damn good. But no, she just had to keep pushing me, with the pranks, the disrespect, the cursing, the flaunting how fuckin cute she was-

I froze, even stopped breathing. I didn't just think that. I didn't. Kami now the bitch was messing with my fucking head! No no no no no...

Unbidden, before I could stop it, my mind flashed back to a thousand moments spent with Mari...

Mari, streaked with sweat and blood and panting as our swords met yet again, war-whooping as she bounced back across the sparring field…

Mari, in an over-sized T-shirt down to her knees, answering the door with her bright red hair mussed and her shell-pink lips stretched into an adorable yawn...

Mari, Blood lust in her eyes as she let out a battle cry, twisting to strike down a hollow with unparalleled grace...

Mari, dropping from the ceiling to land on Tesla's head, laughing as he swore…

Mari, running for her life and giggling like a school-girl as I chased her down the hall, eyes flashing and long hair streaming out behind her...

Mari, tackling Tesla and sitting on his chest as she chugged the coffee he had been holding moments before...

Mari, Drunk as a frat boy and sitting on my shoulders, singing raucously as I try to claw her off...

Mari, sleeping sprawled across her bed, head tucked into her arms and muttering while she slept...

Mari.

Mari Mari Mari...

DAMN IT! Why was I smiling? What was wrong with me? I scowled and buried my face in the pillows. This couldn't go on. Once I put the bitch in her place I was gonna start keeping her far far away from me...

Kagome: YAYZ! My first chapter of my first story! Dont put too much stock in the fact that it's Nnoitra. My Fave is actually Ulquiorra, but my laptop died and so did the documents that had his story, Grimmjow's story, and part of Sesshomaru's... sigh... Anyway! Message, review, whatever, all criticisms or praise welcome! More is to come, but this fic is gonna be 5 chaps max, unless you guys like, BEG me to write more, with I dont see happening...