I stood under the shower. Nervously fiddling with my fingers. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked up. I never cursed at my height before. But with the given situation, I wished I wasn't so short. "Oversized Spoon-Sama!" I called out, looking at the door while hiding behind the curtain.

"What?!" I heard him shout, irritated by the dumbest nick name I called him. I got out of the shower, the water still running. I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around myself. "Your things are placed too high!" I shouted to the door, "I can't reach it!" I unlocked the door.

The door opened, "I asked to join you because I know your short-ass won't be able to reach it," he mumbled, walking into the bathroom. His eyes went over to me, eyeing me for a moment. "Heh," he said, "Cute."

My cheeks burned and I took a step away from him, "I only need you to grab the stuff and put on the floor," I looked at him, "Don't try to make excuses to be naked in front of me." He went into the shower, not caring if he gets wet. He grabbed the soaps and tossed it onto the floor with a loud clunk that bounced off the tiles.

I squinted my eyes at him. He took one of the product into his hand and looked over to me. He threw the bottle at me out of the blue. My reflexes kicked in and I grabbed it with two hands. The cold air hits my skin. Then I realised.

Oh.

Nnoitra whistled, "You got impressive curves, pet." Irritated, I threw the bottle right at him, aiming for his dumb grin, "Look somewhere else, you perv." I grabbed the towel which was pooled around my feet. I wrapped it around myself and tied it tightly to ensure it won't drop. He easily caught the bottle, "The things I could do to you..." he smirked.

"In your dreams, that is," I fired. I opened the door, "Out you go."

"I actually got a favour to ask from you," he walked out of the shower approaching me, dripping wet. I took a step back, my back meeting the sink. He towered over me. "If it involves me naked, don't ask," I said. "I want you to resurrect my fraccion," he muttered, looking away from me, "Everyone either doesn't have a fraccion or their fraccion is man-made or a part of them. I'm the only one who picked out an Arrancar."

"Oh," I said, "Yeah, sure, I can do that." This answer surprised the oversized spoon as he turned his head back to me. His grey eyes widened a little in surprise. "You were expecting me to say no?" I tilted my head to the side.

"I treated you like shit," he mumbled, "You're pretty dumb to help me."

I shrugged, "You said it yourself, I'm in no position to fight back." I saw the dumb smirk appearing on his lips, "But it doesn't give you the right to take advantage of me."

"But it does, pet," he eyed me again, "Because you're in no position to fight back."

I scoffed, "Bite me."

With swift movements, he got me on the sink. The same position as before. "Is that how you're going to speak to me, pet?" His hand went up to my thigh, his thumb drawing circles on my skin.

"I have a name, you spoon," I placed my palm on his face and shoved him away, followed by my foot pushing him further. I got off the sink, "Let me be naked in peace and get out," I shoved him out the door and closed it followed by locking it. "Jeez, how did Aizen ended up with this dude anyway?"

I kneeled down in front of the fragment of the Hollow mask. A thin upper jaw. "Want to tell me anything about this fraccion of yours?" I placed my hands over the thin piece. "He's loyal, like a dog," Nnoitra muttered, watching me closely.

My hands glowed in magenta as something forming under my palm. "So that's how you did it," he commented, "Is this the only thing you can do?" I looked at him, "Why should I tell you?" I mumbled, looking back to the fragment, "If you tell me about your Resurreccion, I might consider telling you more about this."

It was quite for a moment. He got off the bed, walking over to his weapon on the wall. I raised an eyebrow, "I legitimately thought you weren't going to do it," I paused, tilting my head to the side, "Maybe I shouldn't be surprised."

He looked over to me, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I underestimated your ego," I gave him a teasing smile, "I guess your height isn't the only thing that's high."

"Maybe I should drag you outside and beat the shit out of you in my Resureccion," he scoffed, "Let's see if you can still speak then."

I raised my brows, "Y'know that probably would get you in trouble with Lord Aizen," I looked at my hand, seeing a whole figure under, "Unless you don't mind that." I took my hand away, looking at the slim-figured Arrancar lying on the floor.

I froze for a moment, getting a flashback. Nnoitra dead. He went over to his side, dying. With tears in his eyes, he laid down next to him. I got a little choked up, I looked over to the Arrancar, caressing his head. "You poor thing," I whispered before taking my hands off him.

He had dirty blonde hair with an eye patch on his right eye. A turquoise marking right under his cheek. His eyes were brown, like mine. The fragment of the mask was on his forehead like a circlet. His jacket looked like a lab coat with the sleeves folded up to his elbows. Medals were sown on the chest. He was also wearing black gloves and boots.

I got up, only to settle on the bed, "What's his name?" I looked over to Nnoitra, who was looking at the Arrancar. "What did you see?" Nnoitra asked, ignoring my question, "How did he die?" I froze for a moment.

I wasn't sure if that was considered a private matter.