Author's note:
I am having some Internet troubles and lots of RL drama. I'm posting from my phone so please forgive my mistakes and slow updates. I'm completely re-writing "Nichole's Adventures in Wonderland" for anyone that was reading it. I've fallen off the face of the earth, I know. I hope to be better now. So I have lots of stories with Nichole in my head, and I'm very sorry that I will be posting them out of order, but the plot bunnies are playing hide and seek lately so I'm posting as I catch them. At this point, Nichole has undergone many physical changes since Wonderlanfailover the years she has changed in my head a lot so that's how I'll write her. This chapter is short since I'm doing this on my phone for the first time. Sorry, hopefully the next one is longer.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Nichole and other characters you don't recognize. The amazing Queen Rowling owns the rest.
Warning: obviously chock-full of mature content. :) I'm not really one for doing anything half way. Violence to start, language, more to come in later chapters for sure. Nichole had lots of trauma as a child and occasionally is put through the same trauma in adulthood, there will be references and I will try not to go into too much detail about her childhood experiences. A lot has happened and I'll try to fill in the blanks. The war I talk about in the first chapter the axed on the newest chapters of Bleach. I'll eventually post a fic about all that went on in the amazing world of Tite Kubo. Enjoy. :)
Chapter One: Family First
Freezing droplets of rain mixed with the tears and blood streaming down the raven-haired beauty's pale face. Heart-shattering pain caused her normally emerald-colored eyes to bleed to a deep chocolate brown. Full lips parted as she screamed in agony, clutching the lifeless body of her husband as she rocked back and forth, praying this whole war was merely another nightmare. Nichole had given her entire being to stop this war, to protect the last of her loved ones, but she was too late once more. Another scream escaped her lips as she realized how much this turned out like her last battle, only then it had been her year old daughter and now it was her husband and their lover. This war had even stolen her seemingly indestructible grandfather from her.
The other warriors standing around her looked on in helpless had become their temporary commander, saving thousands of lives in the process, but never stopped being the caring companion that had helped some of them through their darkest hours. It hurt them deeply to be unable to ease any of her suffering. A loud crack of thunder echoed trough the courtyard, the only other sound apart from the pattering of rain and Nichole's uncontrollable sobbing.
A whisper went through the crowd around her as a foreign man began walking towards her, soldiers stepping aside for him. With a furrowed brow and an ache in his heart, the man knelt down beside the inconsolable beauty. "Nichole. Nichole. Nichole!" The man continue to repeat her name until her blood and tear-stained face turned to him. "I am so sorry for your loss, but you and I both know you can't stay here anymore. Your father has found you here and all you have left are painful memories. This is the worst time to ask it but I also need your help. You are the only one I can trust to do this for me."
Nichole's face twisted in anger as red flashed through her eyes. "You do realize that if you weren't the last of my family, I would kill you here and now for suggesting that," she whispered menacingly. Her usually bell-like voice was hoarse from her screams of despair. He met her fury-filled eyes with his own soft blue ones as he let his sympathy show clear on his face.
The man was dressed in silver robes only a few shades darker than his long silver beard. He laid a wrinkled hand on her shoulder and sighed. "Please. This isn't about me or you, this is about a world of innocent people that will die. I need your help. Please come back with me once more." Normally, Nichole enjoyed hearing her uncle's British accent, today it grated on her decimated nerves.
"You manipulative asshole! Of course you would play on my wanting to help people. You would say or do anything to get your way. My husband just died as well as our lover. I've already lost our daughter, my grandfather, and friends. What more will I lose in your world? Myself? I don't belong in your world, I'm not one of you."
The man shook his head. "You are so much more than any of us could hope to be. You are tougher, faster, more powerful in every way, more responsible and more caring than any other person I have ever met. Please come back," he pleaded.
"I have already helped you! I've given my sacrifices for your world! Why do you come begging for more?" Nichole spat out. Taking a deep steadying breath, her eyes shifted back to their normal emerald color. She knew what she had to do. Her uncle was right in his thinking that she wouldn't let innocent people die because she was in pain and didn't want to help him. Fuck. Her own feelings would be put aside once more. "You win, uncle Albus. I'll go back with you." Nichole turned her head to two men nearby. "Juushiro, Shunsui, I will leave everything to you. Take care of everyone and each other." Her hand shook as she caressed her husband's cold face, still breathtaking even in death. "Good bye, my love." One last tear fell from her eyes as she gently lowered his body to the ground and stood on her unsteady legs. Their lover's body hadn't been recovered, but Nichole felt him die, she knew with great certainty he was gone.
Albus placed a hand on her back to help steady her as she walked beside him through the crowd of her friends and battle-buddies. Raising her hand, she created a portal in the air for them to return to the wizarding world. They were sure to be shocked when whoever was waiting there saw Albus with a bruised and wounded woman whose small amounts of clothing were ripped almost to the point of indecency. Once they walked through that portal, the wizarding world would never be the same. Her existence would change everything, every outcome, every life, and hopefully save more than those that were lost. Nichole sighed as she realized her pattern; her grief and feelings were always pushed aside for her relatives and those she loved. She always seemed to put her family first. Here's to hoping it turns out better than it did last time.