You're restrained

The two Fracción restrain you quickly, not allowing you to release your Zanpakutō. "Easy, Friend! He's really powerful!" You struggle but for a moment before you relax.

"Leave, Nnoitra. This is none of your business."

"Bullshit! Fight me, Nelliel!" She pushes him away with ease and turns to face him.

"Fighting for competition is something only animals do, Nnoitra. I have no intention of fighting you." Shrugging off Nel's Fracción you approach slowly.

"Guys like you...usually get killed by someone they don't even realize is far beyond your level." He faces you and lashes out with a kick. You catch his foot and squeeze, it's enough to **** him to pull himself free.

"The fuck?! You wanna fight, Soul-Reaper?"

"Make no mistake...I don't fight for sport like you...but to eliminate those who only live to do harm to others. It's been a LONG time since I've had to get serious...so don't disappoint me."

"Enough!" You look at Nel, who until now, has yet to raise her voice. It's enough to make even you back down.

"Tsk...whatever." The tall Espada take's his leave, glancing down at me as he does so. The fuckin' smile of his pisses you off. "Who was that?"

"Quinto Espada, Nnoitra Gilga."

"Hmph...I've met his type before. He likes to fight."

"It is more then a like."

"Yeah...and the goof-balls behind me? They're names are?"

"I'm Pesche Guatiche!"

"And I'm Dondochakka Birstanne!" Together in unison they spouted off something about being a tag-team...it makes you laugh. If all Hollow's were this goofy, maybe the Soul-Society wouldn't see fit to exterminate them.

"Come...we're leaving." With a final glance out across the vast expances you follow her back into the maze of hallways. "You are an interesting Soul-Reaper...why did you become a Soul-Reaper."

"Why did you join Aizen's Army?" She does not answer and you nod.

"Look's like we both have secrets, huh? You shouldn't ask others questions if you're not prepared to answer any of theirs."

"Do you have connections to the Soul-Society?"

"I was never a formal Soul-Reaper, Nel. When I was a Soul I changed into a Hollow...I was lucky enough to discover Atrum's name. He had called for me so many time's...and I ignored him."

"In the middle of your hollowfication, you became a Soul-Reaper? That's amazing."

"It's painful. Let me say, there's a reason the body break's apart before becoming a Hollow. Unspeakable pain...endless agony."

"It sound's painful."

"Yeah, imagine that." Your temper was short, your aggression unchanneled after being **** to back down from such a beast. She does not speak, only chuckles, the sound surprisingly relaxing. "Where are you taking me?"

"Lord Aizen has been kind enough to allow you to stay here."

"What you mean to say is I'm being held hostage."

"You are Hollow...I've adopted you as one of my Fracción. Do not worry."

'Oy, oy, the fuck is this Hollow broad goin' on about? I saw we kill 'em all, Partner. Sane or not.' Reaching up to place a hand on your head you grit your teeth. It fuckin' hurts! He's once more trying to exert his control over you. 'C'mon...let me take 'em!'

You stop and take a knee as the pain becomes intense. "Unnh!" Nel stops and looks back...you're positive your eye's are become more Hollow-like now, your spirital pressure is beginning to intensify, but she is unaffected. It takes several minutes to wrest control from him.

Surpression was no longer an option, no matter how much you exerted your control over him. You'd have to beat him into submission soon. "Are you ok?"

"Peachy. Just need to rest soon..."

"Who's he?" Looking toward the voice you spy a blue haired man. A jaw-bone seemingly glued to the side of his face...