12Hello! This is the first Tesla fic I wrote - and I have aload more! This one is rather long (it took up 75 pages in my notebook) and I promise it gets better as it goes along! I'm using the libes to separate all the paragraphs becuase I just figured out how useful they really are!
I wrote this becuase Tesla doesn't get enough love! I am majorly against TeslaXNnoitra so please don't expect any yaoi!
I hope you enjoy chapter one!
The blindingly white walls of Hueco Mundo became tedious very quickly. They were always the same horrible colour; it would be enough to send any human to madness. You got used to it though, just as you got used to your obnoxious king and his right – hand men. He didn't feel he deserved to be king even if he did give him a second chance in life – a chance to become one soul who could control his power. He would follow one man and one man only. His master Nnoitra. He didn't mind being insulted, or pushed around for he would always protect and respect his master.
"A mission?" Tesla asked.
"Yeah, that bitch Aizen wants to send me to the human world." Nnoitra cursed, obviously unimpressed by Aizen's decision.
Yes, time to myself...for once. Tesla thought as he pictured his quarters.
"Oh yeah, he wants you to go too. It's going to be a big one, so we'll probably have to stay there for a while. The bastard has already sorted everything out." Nnoitra muttered angrily. Tesla's master turned to face him, "you better pack your bags, eh?"
"Y-yes sir." Tesla said almost instantly. With that he darted back to his room.
Tesla didn't have much. His bag was just a simple rucksack and inside he packed a few books that he liked and a small notepad and pen. He'd never been to the human world and so he couldn't help the small pang of excitement he felt (after all, he could hardly remember his life as a human). He wondered what the clothes and people were like. Grimmjow had told him that the food was better than anything and that it was something to be treasured. As Tesla slung the rucksack over his shoulder he noticed Nnoitra standing at his door with the equivalent of a large suitcase. Tesla questioned what Nnoitra could have packed in that beast of a bag.
"Y' mind carryin' this?" Nnoitra asked even though he already knew the answer.
"Of course not Nnoitra – sama."
"Brilliant. Now, let's go see Aizen 'kay?" Nnoitra left the room and Tesla followed, leaving the bags outside the door so that he could get them after the meeting.
The large white doors to the throne room opened to reveal three men sitting in their throne – like chairs. Aizen sat in the middle and the tallest chair so he could take his place as the King of Hueco Mundo. To his right sat Tousen and to his left Ichimaru. The two Arrancar walked into the room, stopping ten metres away from the thrones where they knelt, their heads bowed in front of the King.
"Nnoitra, Tesla." Aizen greeted in that false voice of his. It seemed so warm and welcoming, but it was all an act. "I have a mission for you. You are to track down and find Kurosaki Ichigo and his friends in Karakura town. There, you will learn more about them and their training before engaging them in battle. However, keep the Quincy alive, and bring him back to me. You don't need to know why."
"Hai, Aizen – sama." Nnoitra and Tesla said in sync before vanishing from the throne room.
Tesla dragged Nnoitra's bag through Karakura town. Nnoitra was becoming angry and frustrated because he couldn't find the house they were meant to be staying in.
"Damn it! Why can't I read these bloody instructions!?"
"N-Nnoitra – Sama..."
"What is it Tesla?" His voice was cold and there was murderous intent in his eyes.
"The paper is upside down." Tesla said quietly. Nnoitra corrected the way he was holding the paper before he turned to Tesla.
"Who asked you?!" Nnoitra yelled before smacking him 'round the head.
"S-sorry sir." Tesla said quietly. Nnoitra stormed off in the direction of the house, a furious aura fell off him and floated menacingly in the air around him. Tesla shuddered before following as fast as he could whilst dragging a humungous suitcase behind him.