I really kinda liked this idea, and also, as weird as it is, it could totally work, this paring... or maybe not. Oh well, Nnoitra is pretty fuckin cool in my book. Like the Men's Warehouse. I like the way he looks. Guaranteed! UGH, y'know I'm just going to make a spin off of this and the GrimmUlqui pieces. Cuz it would really just muddle and muck up the storyline.

...Even under such circumstances, they still took the time and had a clear enough head to care about it other.

I had no experience or concerns with this 'love' nonsense they spoke of. But after the way Nnoitra had thrown me down, and left me battered and bleeding like this, I really could only consider it.

Feelings for other people. Not always looking out for Numero Uno. Doing things for the benefit of some one else.

The hollow Shiro was not overcome by the need, like Nnoitra was. He cared for his partner Ichigo, unlike Nnoitra. He didn't want to hurt the other, simply for his reasons.

Nnoitra could not have cared less if it hurt. Having a hole thru the head hinders you that much? Or perhaps it was just his stupidity. Was his stupidity caused by the hole? What ever it was, it did not entirely explain his actions.

Wouldn't most people just go off and masturbate? Was there such a difference? Or was that his revenge for me to be the first ones to get to them?

No, that couldn't have been it. He was too cheerful for that. He had his lecherous smile on his face the entire time.

Why didn't he just jack off under the table? Why throw me down, and...

...

Nnoitra and I just had sex. Sure it was kind of forced, and brutal, and violent, but that counted. Did he have a reason for doing it to ME? There was plenty of others... But he had thanked me. In a sarcastic, scathingly venomous way, but a thank you none the less.

All I was doing here, lying here, was comparing how perfect their little romp had been, and how contrastingly different 'ours' had been.

...Perfect? Perfect? No, I knew my beliefs on perfect, why did I use such a word?

No, it was too late to deny. I used perfect. As an adjective, to describe them.

AND I DO NOT FUCK WITH PERFECTION.

I had no choice. If they were truly perfection, as I had said, I could not mess with them anymore. Even in such a imperfect stage, I could not let perfection be killed as the rest of Aizen's followers would want to kill them.

But much worse than that, I had taken part in something, that was not perfect. And that bothered me.

After I let them go. I would have to see about this flaw. Flaws were not acceptable.

Perfection Spin-off, Chapter 2: The Painful and Yet Unavoidable Death Star Comparison, A New Hope

As sore as I am, I get off the table and go to clean myself up. There is blood and cum on my precious previously sterilized table. Ugh, Nnoitra is going to pay for this table... But how?

What does Nnoitra hate? What does he despise? Why am I spending so much time thinking about that tactless barbarian? No! He must pay for my beloved table!

...Tomorrow though. I am too tired. Perhaps I am in shock. I have been staring at this table for the last few minutes. Clean up, then bed.

Maybe I'll just lie down for few minutes... Clean up later? Yes, I'll...

...ZZZ...

AH! WHAT TIME IS IT!

I jerk upright, to yelp, and lie back down. Oh dear. It is quite painful sitting up. Yes, extremely so. Nnoitra is going to suffer.

Oh, brilliant idea! I'll scoot around all day in my extremely plush and comfortable rolling chair! Damn, I am a genius. You are a genius Syazel Grantz! A genius.

Who cannot think of a way to extract revenge on Nnoitra...

Perhaps I shall think of something on the spot. Yes, this whole ordeal may call for some spontaneity, maybe even some zazz, HELL, even oomph and bitchin' zest! Oh yes, he was going DOWN.

Yep. Yep. I got the inspiration. ya like? or is it way too fuckin weird?