Title: Once upon a time…

Summary: Nnoitra, a thief from the other side of Aizen's kingdom, sneaks into the princess' room and tries to steal things from her. But maybe the princess wants to know more about this seemingly mischievous thief.

Notes: Medievalish times, whenever they had 'princesses' and 'kings and queens' existed. Bad language. 'T rating' stretch. Neliel is OOC at first but then she eventually gets molded.

Chapter 1: The antics of a stereotypical rascal.

"…and the king, prince, and princess lived happily ever after." The story was done and Nnoitra closed the book. The book had yellow paper and was tattered. He placed the book on a lone shelf, vacant of all other contents.

There were soft snores that filled the room from a younger, blonde-haired child, dozing off, dreaming of their 'supposed-to-be-future'.

"Hah… shit…"A loud sigh escaped the raven-haired tall figure. "What the fuck happened to our happily ever after, Tesla?"

The room was dark after Nnoitra blew out the only source of light in the small shack, a lantern. Placing the blanket over the small blonde-haired child, he slowly left the room. Closing the wooden door, it creaked.

He stretched his arms into the air, but his eyes caught a piece of paper nailed to the sign in front of their 'house'.

There were two, one nailed after the other.

The first one read, Princess Neliel Tu gets engaged! Come to the ball celebrating this auspicious occasion. Passing across his thumb, Nnoitra looked at the other one with his slender eyes.

WANTED! #1 bandit, commits yet another crime, the king is offering a large offering of gold to whoever captures and turns him into the kingdom.

"Fuck that, they don't even know my goddamn name," he muttered to himself. He saw what was supposed to be HIS FACE.

"If you retards are gonna put my picture on a wanted poster, at least get my appearance right, dammit," he muttered yet a little louder, but still to himself.

Remember the task at hand; he started to run, like a sprint. But it had a pulse, a pace, as his lean legs moved with great agility all the way to the left tower where the she stayed.

He knew the way up, it wasn't his first time. All he needed were two arrows. The bricks had been carved out so that the soft adhesive holding them together was penetrable.

Nnoitra didn't even bother to look down, even when he was around 75 feet up into the air. One hand had its grip tightly wound around one of the arrows as he swung himself forward to plant the other arrow even higher.

This bravery was certainly something to behold. If one stood at the base of the castle, 500 feet away, you would see a tall figure hanging from the top of the tower, his onix hair shining and reflecting the moon-light in wave lengths.

Once he was all the way to the top, Nnoitra took both of his feet, like an acrobat, and swung his legs upward.

The large, bare feet hit the floor of the princess' room, barely making any noise. The firm fists grabbed the top of the wind sill as he pulled himself right-side up. Unlike most nights, the princess wasn't there, sleeping soundly in her bed.

Rather she was practicing her charisma in front of the mirror. She left the bathroom quickly and rushed to the bed.

When Nnoitra heard the princess stepping out, he quickly hid behind the enormous dresser. He could help but smile when he heard her talking to herself.

"Oh, you're the most princessy princess ever, Neliel! Nellie's gonna be a queen." She told herself, excitement sprinkled heavily all over her words.

Nnoitra was being squished in the corner while he was listening to her, so he tried to move over in the corner of the room, but he stepped on something and fell. He started to curse under his breath but immediately stopped as Neliel squeaked in surprise.

She bravely approached the drawer and tried to look behind it asking one question. "Is anyone there?"
Soon enough, she spotted Nnoitra. He was a little shocked that he would get himself caught so quickly, wedged between the wall and the drawer.

She gawked in surprise at the stranger in her bedroom, looking as awkward as possible. She backed up finding no words to convey her message. As she backed up, Nnoitra thought it was his ok to get out, she had already found him.

A towering figure shrunk the princess' bravery down to the size of a pea; she started to stutter, with the scared look on her face, "Y-you're… the bandit…"

She made a double take, and started to do the only thing that a damsel in distress would do, scream for help, "SEC-!"

Her scream was stopped midway by Nnoitra cupping his hand over her small mouth.

"Shhhh!" He shushed her then, "Don't scream, let me explain."

The princess just nodded, still looking as if she was going to flood into tears.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed after she gathered up all of her remaining courage.

"I—I…" he couldn't find the right words to tell her, I come into your room every night to steal stuff of yours.

"Are you… the bandit?"

Yes, I am, so what? These were the words that Nnoitra wanted to answer with, but he couldn't, this girl was the heir to the Sosuke throne, the one and only heir. She had all of the power in this world.

"I'm not a bandit, goddammit!" He yelled at her, but she seemed unmoved. For one thing, she could see the hurt in his eyes by what she had called him. "But… I did come to steal something from you."

"One," She started, "I didn't say 'a bandit', I said 'the bandit', because you don't seem like much of a bandit to me. But everybody else seems to think so. And since you came all this way, hell knows how, what do you want?"

"… What do I want…?" Nnoitra was really confused, when he was confused, he got angry. "Look here, princess. I don't want anything; In your eyes, I'm a bandit, am I not? So why the hell would I just come in and take something WITH your permission!"

"Just take what you want and leave!" she pointed to the door.

Nnoitra looked pissed, he just sneered. This situation was extremely damaging to his pride. He turned around, the shadows casting over his face. A bright moon shone in the distance.

"Are you coming back tomorrow?" The princess asked.

"Yes, Neliel, I have to come back." He made his way slowly to the window, "And I hope you know something… this isn't my first."

The phrase sparked an interest in her eyes. "What do you mean… not your first?"

"Stop being stupid."

She didn't bother to raise her voice, but she did raise an eyebrow, "You mean you have been here before?"

"I come here… every fucking night."

"When I'm sleeping?"

A loud 'tch!' escaped Nnoitra's mouth, "This has nothing to do with the fact that you're The most beautiful princess in the land. And, I am not a pervert, if that's what you are getting at."

His large hands grabbed the top of the window sill. He still refused to look at the princess.

"Then why, just to steal stuff?"

"I have my reasons." He said solemnly.

"You better tell me before I get daddy's guards to hunt you down and—"

"Decapitate me?" He finished her thought, and briefly turned around, " Just as I thought, some snotty little bitch living in a rich-as-fuck castle, with her father ruling over the land, can't see through my reasons."

With that, he jumped out of the window. 75 feet, free-falling for 60 feet, then skidding along the hard brick with his bare feet for the last 15 feet.

"I can't tell if he is the bravest man in the world, or if he is a complete bastard," the princess told herself, "I never want to see him again."

But secretly, even maybe as a secret from herself, she put out a bag of gold coins on the table next to the window sill. Just to make his job that much more convenient…

Did ya guys like it? I'll probably continue once I finish a few of my other stories.
So review… fav… follow… and don't try to do what Nnoitra did, I don't even know if that is humanly possible.