Post by nnoitra on Jul 4, 2010 8:48:59 GMT -5
It was the end...
Or was it a new beginning?
He couldn't be sure at this point. He was damn positive about getting himself killed in the battleground. He died still fighting on his feet... Something he desired so badly, it was his life wish. Or death wish, in more suitable choice of words.
There were no regrets. Regret was a word that did not belong to his vocabulary. Nnoitra Jiruga was a man who lived by instincts, which usually leaded him the purposes; the way he followed. He always did whatever he desired. And most of his desires were violent. He never denied it. Oh, he would never. Why denying his true nature, while it was perfectly clear?
One eye was opened slowly, colours were making themselves obvious for his sight one by one. A pure white ceiling was all he saw. It must have meant he was laying down... on something soft. A bed. Since how long had he been laying here like this? How was he alive to begin with? He could remember his death in details. It was something he deserved as a warrior. It was something he could be proud of. Another strong opponent had defeated him... Damn, he couldn't remember his name. He always had been bad with that particular thing anyway.
Then he could remember looking at those big green eyes of the little child Nel was.
Why was he given a second chance? Most searched for deep meanings behind such things. But Nnoitra was never a deep man himself. He always believed in simple answers. Things were easy, it was people who made things deep; because it was what they wanted to believe.
Pushing himself up on his elbows, Nnoitra sat up and looked around his surroundings. The room was empty such as the rest of the beds here. Only the chair beside his bed held his Espada uniform. Even his eye-patch was folded and placed on top it. He couldn't see his weapon, though. But that was hardly a problem. It always returned back to it's owner.
No matter what.
Pushing off the sheets, Nnoitra moved his long and skinny legs out of the bed and now his bare feet touching the floor. Long raven hair ran down his shoulders, straight as ever; not even looking ruffled after newly waking up.
If he had a second chance at this game, then so be it. He would gladly play and make sure he would do better this time.
Reaching at the cloths on the chair, Nnoitra got dressed with slow movements. It was so silent here, especially when his Fraccion shared the same ending with him. Was he back aswell? He better went checking on that.
After putting the eye-patch on, Nnoitra left the room; loudly shutting the door behind.
[end thread]
Or was it a new beginning?
He couldn't be sure at this point. He was damn positive about getting himself killed in the battleground. He died still fighting on his feet... Something he desired so badly, it was his life wish. Or death wish, in more suitable choice of words.
There were no regrets. Regret was a word that did not belong to his vocabulary. Nnoitra Jiruga was a man who lived by instincts, which usually leaded him the purposes; the way he followed. He always did whatever he desired. And most of his desires were violent. He never denied it. Oh, he would never. Why denying his true nature, while it was perfectly clear?
One eye was opened slowly, colours were making themselves obvious for his sight one by one. A pure white ceiling was all he saw. It must have meant he was laying down... on something soft. A bed. Since how long had he been laying here like this? How was he alive to begin with? He could remember his death in details. It was something he deserved as a warrior. It was something he could be proud of. Another strong opponent had defeated him... Damn, he couldn't remember his name. He always had been bad with that particular thing anyway.
Then he could remember looking at those big green eyes of the little child Nel was.
Why was he given a second chance? Most searched for deep meanings behind such things. But Nnoitra was never a deep man himself. He always believed in simple answers. Things were easy, it was people who made things deep; because it was what they wanted to believe.
Pushing himself up on his elbows, Nnoitra sat up and looked around his surroundings. The room was empty such as the rest of the beds here. Only the chair beside his bed held his Espada uniform. Even his eye-patch was folded and placed on top it. He couldn't see his weapon, though. But that was hardly a problem. It always returned back to it's owner.
No matter what.
Pushing off the sheets, Nnoitra moved his long and skinny legs out of the bed and now his bare feet touching the floor. Long raven hair ran down his shoulders, straight as ever; not even looking ruffled after newly waking up.
If he had a second chance at this game, then so be it. He would gladly play and make sure he would do better this time.
Reaching at the cloths on the chair, Nnoitra got dressed with slow movements. It was so silent here, especially when his Fraccion shared the same ending with him. Was he back aswell? He better went checking on that.
After putting the eye-patch on, Nnoitra left the room; loudly shutting the door behind.
[end thread]