A/N: So this is the next one shot in this series. This is an AU and I found myself making Nnoitra a little bit kinder in this one. I always imagined he would have had a softer side if circumstances were different.
A/N: this is more plot then smut but it does have a bit of citrus.
A/N: all characters and Bleach belong to Kibu Tito.
Summary: Nel cant wait to be married to her Prince charming, but tragedy strikes and her world is shattered. Then unexpectedly her kingdom is under siege, the brave queen sacrifices herself for the good of her people.
Nel stared down at the plate of fruit and cheese in front of her, she was beyond nervous. This was only the second time she was meeting the man she was going to be marrying when she came of age. She demurely stole a glance at him, admiring his features.
He was older than her although she didn't know exactly by how many years. His frame was tall and lanky with little meat or muscle. But he was so handsome, he had a nice smile and laughing eyes. She really liked him, especially when he hoisted her up on his shoulders; she felt like she could see the entire kingdom on his shoulders.
He was the prince of the neighboring kingdom and their union would join them in a treaty that would be mutually beneficial to both countries. She didn't mind having to become his wife at all, even though he didn't talk to her much, he treated her very kindly.
"Don't you know? You're being fattened." He answered teasingly to her question of why he choose to have lunch with her. Before they had gone for a walk through his lavish gardens, and she thought maybe they would have done something similar today.
"Fattened?" she replied curiously, looking at the little portion on her plate.
"Yes, like a prize lamb for a feast." He laughed and patted her on her head, "don't worry, the wolf you are going to be fed to is very gentle."
She didn't know what he was talking about but she smiled back at him anyways, trying to act a little more mature than her eleven years. Maybe it was some kind of joke that adults made?
"Do you like me?" she ventured her eyes still on her plate.
He glanced over at her and for a moment was silent as he took in her childish features. "Not particularly." He answered, but then a wide teeth filled smile took over his lips, "but I suspect that when you are older, you'll do."
Nel wasn't sure if she liked that answer, at least he hadn't said he hated her. All she had to do was grow up quickly and then he would like her as much as she did him. He turned his attention back to the book he had opened on the table in front of him. She didn't like the silence between them at all, it felt like she was unwanted.
"You don't act like a prince." She said trying to find something to fill the silence.
"That's because I'm not." He answered turning his attention to her. His silver eyes seemed to be a bit mocking.
Nel blushed slightly beneath his gaze, slowly she finished the last pieces of fruit on her plate, contemplating his answer. "I'm sorry. I thought Princesses were only allowed to marry Princes. Well that's what my mother said."
"When it was first decided that we would be married, I was a prince. Now I'm the king." He laughed at her confused face, "My father died just a few months after the ceremony. I doubt you would remember, you were only five."
The large doors to the banquet hall opened interrupting them "Your highness, I'm sorry to disturb your lunch."
Nnoitra turned to him with a frown on his lips, "what is it Tesra?"
Tesra ignored the annoyance in his voice, "we have an urgent problem. General Ōmaeda needs to see you right away."
"I'm sorry our lunch has to be cut short Princess." He knelt next to her chair and kissed her on her forehead.
Instinctively she reached out and hugged him close to her, "that's okay your majesty, I had a lot of fun." Although they hadn't spent much time talking she was happy to be near him.
"Tesra will take you home." He answered pulling away then turned to the man who had interrupted them, "Tesra make sure the princess gets back safely."
"Of course, Your Highness."
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Nel once again stood shyly in front of the man she was going to marry. He didn't seem to age at all, his face was the same as she remembered but his tall frame seemed to have filled out quite a bit. "Princess." He rose from his seat and made his way over to her.
Her cheeks flamed at the way he was looking at her, his eyes scrutinized her from head to toe pausing momentarily at her chest area. "Your highness." She barely answered as her mouth felt dry. She did her best to properly greet him, bowing low before him.
"You've grown." Was all he said when she had straightened. She had, the last time they had been together was when she was eleven. Now she was fifteen and just a few months from the birthday that would mark her transition into womanhood.
Nel was very apprehensive, as a little girl she would fantasize about becoming his wife and living in his large castle, but now being in his presence the innocence of everything was gone. He was a lot more predatory than she remembered, his silver eyes causing her body to shiver unexpectantly.
"Yes, your majesty." She finally replied, feeling foolish. "I'm happy that we are able to meet again." She added eagerly.
"and why is that Princess?" his long arms enveloped her, scooping her up and carrying her leisurely towards one of the amber red settees that sat in the middle of the large room. He sat back into the plush cushions with her in his lap, her legs tucked between his.
Nel felt her cheeks warm, his tone had taken on a decidedly silken quality, "because I like you." She answered truthfully, remembering his previous words.
"Ah, I see." He replied, her heart sank. He didn't say he liked her back. Maybe she wasn't old enough for him to like her yet. "Your birthday is coming up isn't it? What would you like?" he asked changing the subject entirely.
The question caught her off guard, honestly she didn't know. She was a princess she was given everything that her heart desired, she never had the opportunity to want for anything. "A kiss?" she whispered her lips working on their own.
She had seen her parents do it and some of the servants around the castle, she had always been curious about what it felt like. It would not be inappropriate because soon he would be her husband right?
His lips tilted into a crooked smile, "if that's is what you desire, Princess." She didn't know what to expect when he drew her closer, and it was weird when their lips finally met. It was actually quite pleasant, his lips were smooth and gentle against hers.
Nel stilled as she felt something rough against her lips, she parted them slightly and suddenly it was in her mouth completely filling it and taking up all the room. Her own tongue pushed against his for dominance and space as she struggled to get air.
He pulled away first, his eyes on her lips. Nel could hardly breathe, like he had sucked all the air from her lungs. "Open your mouth princess." She complied her heart beating crazily in her chest. He smirked, "you are very obedient aren't you?" he didn't wait for her answer as he kissed her again. His tongue slipped into her mouth and caressed hers. It felt exciting and thrilling being kissed by him and she mused to herself that it was no wonder why people seemed to like it so much.
Nel gasped as she felt his fingers brush against her thigh, when had he lifted her skirt without her knowledge? The sensation was barely there, almost like she was imagining it. "Your majesty…" she said hesitantly.
"No." he stopped her, his lips leaving her skin, "call me Nnoitra." His lips returned to the exposed skin of her neck as his finger continued their strange exploration.
"Nnoitra, wha-what…" was this a part of kissing that she didn't know about? What was the point of him touching her like this? Maybe this too was something – her mind completely went blank. His fingers were between her parted legs, touching her in a way she had never been touched before. His mouth was on her neck his tongue making a wet trail in its wake. She moaned unable to keep her voice down.
"Be careful princess you don't know what you are asking for." He looked up at her an emotion she didn't know the name of danced in his silver eyes.
His long fingers continued to work against her slickened flesh slowly and purposely stroking her wetness causing an ebb and flow of sensations through her body. He paused momentarily and she sighed at the brief reprieve. She couldn't take anymore, her body felt like it was coiled and ready at any moment to disintegrate into nothing.
His fingers returned, this time rougher and more insistent, he slowly eased two fingers into her and he groaned against her skin. "Nn, Nnoi" she squeezed her legs together as the sensations became almost unbearable. Suddenly she felt as if her whole body was engulfed in white hot flames and her brain could not comprehend anything but the delicious surge of pleasure that had her shuddering in his arms.
She wasn't aware that she had closed her eyes or how long she had been laying in his arms trembling. When she opened her eyes she sat mesmerized as she watched his tongue snaked around each of his fingers licking them clean one by one.
He looked up at her his silver eyes mocking, "I wish you would grow up just a little bit faster Princess." He said then pulled away from her with a frown his body feeling tense beneath hers.
She didn't know what to say in response. Thankfully she was saved as the large oak doors swung open and Tesra walked in. "I'm sorry to interrupt, your majesty." he said, although with no conviction, with a low bow before them.
"You do make a habit of it don't you?" Nnoitra asked glancing down at her in his arms, "it's a good thing right princess?" he whispered just for her to hear and smirked down at her blushed stained cheeks.
"We have a problem, your majesty. There is a massive hollow force building on the outskirts of the main city."
Nnoitra looked up sharply, "how many?" he asked standing to his feet and setting her down behind him, she took this opportunity to fix her clothing back to its original state.
"So far, only about a hundred, but we suspect more are approaching." Tesra made it a point to glance in the other direction as she made herself presentable.
"That doesn't really sound like a problem to me." Nnoitra responded cockily with a shrug, "They couldn't have chosen a worse time."
"Yes your majesty." Tesra replied hiding his small smirk. At this point his master must be frustrated beyond comprehension, having to wait and watch his bride from afar grow up to be such an enticing woman and not be able to touch her. "If anything they'll provide a welcome distraction."
Again Nnoitra shrugged seemingly uninterested, "please escort the princess home." He said ignoring his last comment.
"But your majesty." Tesra spoke up, he could have someone escort her home and they could go meet the impending force together. After all he was one of the strongest men in the king's army.
"Don't test my patience Tesra." Surprisingly he sounded angry, Nel chanced a glance up at him and realized that his usual good-natured appearance had shifted into a heated grimace.
"As you wish, Sire." He bowed low before him and walked towards the door holding it open for her.
"Your Majesty." She said quickly bowing before him before heading towards the open doors. He didn't say another word to her but she could feel the heat of his gaze on her back.
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Nel sighed and placed the now faded letter into its keepsake box. She didn't know what had made her think of him just then, or why she was remembering him so vividly. Four years had passed since she had received notice that her betrothed had been killed. To think she had just been in his arms two days earlier not knowing exactly what he was doing to her.
A few more months and they would have been married, she would have taken the mantle of queen and lived happily ever after. But that didn't happen, she had spent the past four years trying to rule a country that she had no clue about.
On her sixteenth birthday she had taken over the ruling of his kingdom by default. Most of the time she was lonely, her citizens didn't accept her as queen and tried numerous times to overthrow her. If it hadn't been for general Ōmaeda, who had been one of Nnoitra's trusted advisors she would have given up and just let them take the flourishing kingdom.
She sighed again and let her head rest against her palm, she should have forgotten him by now. Maybe find another man to fall in love with so the loneliness wouldn't eat away at her like it did. "Another man?" she said out loud the notion sounding even stupider when given voice. There could never be anyone to replace him.
Her bedroom door flew open bringing her from her thoughts. Nel rose to her feet, "what is the meaning of this?" She asked sternly as she turned to see who had the audacity to barge into her personal chambers without authority.
"I'm sorry your highness, but we are under siege." Her maid said frantically going over to her closet and throwing some clothes into a bag, "you must leave now your majesty before they find you."
"What? I can't just leave! What about everyone else? What kind of a queen would I be if I left my kingdom when they needed me the most?" Nel, looked at the distraught young girl and took a deep breath.
"Where are they now?" she asked her voice soft, trying to calm the frightened girl.
"But your highness, you can't. They'll kill you!" she burst into tears her whole body shaking.
Nel grabbed her weapon and made her way through the castle, everything was in an uproar. There was yelling and screaming and people bustling around her trying to escape, or perhaps trying to ward away the intruders. She followed the majority who were heading towards the throne room.
"Your highness." One of the guards grabbed her by her arm, "you must leave now to safety." He started to drag her towards the kitchen where there was a hidden underground passage way that was there for just this sort of situation.
"No." she replied firmly pulling her arm from his grip. This was her kingdom, she would rather die protecting it then fleeing like a coward. She turned and ran the rest of the way to the throne room. There before the doors stood two men, dressed in strange dark clothing their faces were covered with hideous masks.
One of them grabbed her, "have you come to offer yourself to his majesty?" the man's voice bellowed in her ear as his hold tightened on her.
"Release me now!" she commanded, "I am the ruler of this kingdom." She tried in vain to pull free from his painful embrace.
"Is that so?" he asked glancing her over, "please excuse me your highness." He replied mockingly but didn't release her. The man standing next to them reached for the door.
"His majesty will take great pleasure in releasing you of that burden." They both laughed as they dragged her through the opened door.
The man that was holding her threw her to the ground, "your majesty, we brought you a present. We've found the previous ruler." There was scorn and ridicule in his voice, "we thought you'd enjoy this one."
There were several men in the room, all except one turned to stare at her. Nel glanced from one to the other, each wore a bizarre mask that clearly hid their features, but they were all dressed in the same black garb. One of the men stared back at her and their eyes met briefly. Suddenly a feeling of apprehension washed over her.
"You should have escaped while you had the chance." one of the guards said with a short chortle, "his majesty hates women." Both guards took a step back while they all waited for their ruler to speak.
"In the past four years I must have fantasized a million times what I would do once I was able to return." His voice was thick with disgust, "I decided that I would take a lot of pleasure in slowly killing the person I found on my throne." He still didn't turn around, instead he stared up at the family painting that depicted the dead family of her betrothed.
"This is not your kingdom!" she yelled, somehow finding the strength to rise to her feet. "I won't just stand aside while you plunder and kill."
Suddenly he turned to her, his face too hidden behind a mask. For a moment everything was silent, he glanced over at the man whose eyes she had met earlier. "Is that so?" he asked taking a few steps toward her.
Nel panicked and pulled her small dagger from the sheath she had hidden in her dress pocket, "don't come any closer to me." She said trying to muster up all the courage she could, she wasn't proficient in fighting at all but that wouldn't stop her from trying.
He chuckled, and instantly he had a large weapon in his hand, it towered above both him and her. "And what will you do if I disobey your order?" he took another step towards her and she involuntarily took one back.
The guard behind her pushed her forward making her drop her weapon and stumble forward towards the menacing man. Instantly he lifted his weapon and she cowered before him with her hands on her head waiting for the inevitable.
There was a sharp cry and then a heavy thud beside her. She felt something wet against her toes and instinctively her eyes open to see a pool of blood at her feet, she screamed and scurried away from the decapitated body of the guard.
Nel glanced up at him her body stilled as he cleaned the blood from the large blade. "Everyone out, now." He barked and she could hear the rush as the few men poured out of the room. Only one man stayed behind. He made his way over to her slowly and offered his hand to help her up.
Hesitantly she took it unsure of what exactly was going on now. Once she was on her feet, he turned and bowed low to his ruler and left them alone in the large room. He kicked her small dagger towards her, she stared down at it but didn't dare pick it up.
"Now where were we?" he asked his voice taking on a slightly different tone, "If I disobey you, what will you do to me?" even though he was some ways apart from her his aura of power and arrogance was almost stifling.
"This kingdom is rightfully mine, if you want it you will have to kill me." She answered with the pride and authority of a well-seasoned monarch.
He approached her, his tall frame instantly blocking out her view of everything but him. She was frozen in that one spot her body shut down, unable to do anything but watch in horror as he got closer. Soon he was right in front of her, his free hand reached out and she flinched away before he could touch her.
"Rightfully, hm? Well to my knowledge your marriage was not consummated. That makes it rightfully mine." Again he reached for her but this time she couldn't pull away fast enough. He pulled her close to him and to her surprise he buried his face into her hair.
Nel's heart was racing and she held her breath, too paralyzed to do anything. It was partly true, this kingdom had been given to her because she was to be the bride of the king and there had been no other heirs. But they had never gotten married he had been killed before that could happen.
Could this be a blood relative of the deceased king? Is that what he meant when he said rightful? If that was the case she would gladly step aside and return to her own family. "There never was a marriage." She whispered against his chest.
"Then you are free to become my bride." She pushed away from him. When he said those words it's like her body had been freed from whatever spell it was under. She quickly reached down for her discarded blade and tried to put some space between them.
"I will not, you might as well kill me." She first pointed the blade at him and then at herself.
He laughed, the sound echoing off the walls and enveloping her, "that was not a request." Before she could blink, she was on the floor and her knife was skittering across the floor towards the other side of the room.
He dragged her up by the blouse and unceremoniously threw her over his shoulder. Instead of heading out into the fray, he walked over to the large bookshelf by the treasurer's desk. She couldn't see exactly what he was doing but soon the bookshelf disappeared into the wall and they were in a different room.
He carried her to the far side of the room then dropped her on the bed. she scurried away from him, trying to get as far away as possible. He quickly grabbed her by the ankle and held her in place.
He made no effort to rush, he took his time undressing her piece by piece. It was torture laying there unable to fight against his strength. His fingers were decidedly rough and calloused as they explored her body. The whole time he didn't utter any words just silently caressed and fondled her stirring feelings and sensations inside of her that she had only felt once before.
He didn't kiss her, instead his lips touched her neck, her breast, her nipples and then lower. His tongue danced between her legs bringing tears to her eyes. She pushed against him, wishing that he would stop this was not meant for him. She belonged to one man and he was destroying her, erasing the few memories she had of him.
He suckled and lapped, nibbled and licked until her body could take no more, she gave up fighting and her body exploded in a white hot flash that enveloped her and took her diving off the edge. Her fingers gripped the sheets as the flood of pleasure repeatedly crashed over her leaving her clinging to him as her body quivered beneath his.
It was long moments later that she recovered, her body feeling alien to her. She stared up at his masked face, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. He was unhappy with her, she could tell by the way he held himself poised above her. She didn't want him touching her any more than he already had. She was ashamed of how easily she had let him explore her body just so she could find fulfilment.
"Am, I not being gentle enough with you?" his voice was strained and ragged, his nakedness shimmered with sweat. The question caught her off guard and she glanced away as a memory came to mind of a wolf and a lamb.
"It doesn't matter." he finally said, his two hands beneath her buttocks holding her to him "you belong to me." With those final words he buried himself into her.
Her fingers broke skin as the pain shot through her at his forceful entry. She couldn't find her voice to cry out at the intrusion, just a broken sob that escaped her. He didn't look at her, but he stayed suspended over her his body completely still.
He filled her completely, stretching her inner muscles to the limit. The pain had been so intense, she had never felt anything like it before. He still didn't move, although she could tell that he was holding tightly onto his control. There was blood on her fingers as she removed them from his back to push against him in a futile effort to make him stop.
He grasped her fingers in his and stilled her movements, slowly bucking his hips against hers. Nel closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see him, she was completely humiliated, the proud queen at the mercy of the ruthless enemy.
Tears spilled from her eyes as he used her body to find his own fulfillment, only then did his lips find hers. He kissed her repeatedly as his body claimed hers as its own, spilling his warm seed into her. He clung to her as she had done to him burying his head between her breasts.~~
He lay sleeping next to her, his long arm wrapped tightly around her naked form. She had cried the whole time while he touched her ashamed that she couldn't stop him. Ashamed that her body had been defiled by a man who she didn't know or love.
Secretly she had been happy to rule this kingdom as a widow, she would not be forced to marry another man since she was already queen. If she could not be Nnoitra's bride she didn't want to be with anyone else. Stupidly she felt tears come to her eyes, she really was an idiot. She had never come to terms with his death holding on to the memories of a man she had barely known.
Nel tried hard to swallow the sob that was building inside her, but it was no use and it echoed in the silence. It had been four years, she should have long forgotten him and moved on. Another sob broke through her and soon she was openly weeping in his arms.
He shifted next to her removing his arm from her. "More tears?" he muttered and sat up. She turned her back to him trying to stifle them into the pillow. She really was an idiot. "What are you crying for, woman?"
She didn't answer, trying desperately to stop. Why was she crying? He had stormed her country, taken her kingdom and forced her into his bed. Was that not reason enough for tears? She would remain silent, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had broken her.
He pulled her into his arms, and just held her to his nude form without any other words. Foolishly her body seemed to relax in his embrace and she could feel herself drifting off to sleep. She fought unsuccessfully to stay awake but ultimately her eyes closed and she fell into a deep slumber.~~
Nel stared up at her captor, his long black hair had fallen over his face, and the mask he wore was slightly askew. Before she even realized what she was doing her hand went to the mask and slowly began to pull it away. He awoke and quickly grabbed her arm pinning it at her side. He rose up over her trapping her body beneath his.
"Did I hurt you excessively? Are you still in pain?" He asked his one silver eye bearing into hers.
Again she could picture a fluffy little lamb served on a silver platter to a hungry black wolf, but it was unrelated. Truthfully he hadn't hurt her, the only pain she had felt was when he had broken through her barrier.
He took her silence as her answer and sat up, distancing himself from her, for what seemed like forever neither of them moved. His long black hair fanned against his broad muscled back, the sun was slowly filtering through the window casting shadows against his pale scarred skin.
"You can have this kingdom, but you cannot have me. I will never submit myself to you." Nel sat up looking around the room for anything she could use as a weapon. The first chance she got she would try to escape, if that wasn't an option she would do the unthinkable.
He still didn't turn towards her, he seemed to be lost in thought. It would be easier to just kill her right? Having a mistress that constantly fought and struggled was not what a man would want. Instantly his large weapon manifested by his side and he stood over her.
Nel swallowed realizing that she may have been right. She would not cower in front of him, what was left of her pride would not let her. She knelt in front of him baring her neck. "Why will you not give yourself to me?" he asked his voice sounding foreign to her. The whole time he had spoken before he had been cocky and sure, but now he sounded almost vulnerable.
Nel refused to answer him staring into his silver eye that was now a stormy gray. He set down his large weapon at her feet, then knelt next to the bed, "If I cannot have you Princess then it is useless for me to keep living."
Instantly she felt chilled to the bone. It couldn't be, no it couldn't be. She stared down at his bowed head. "Nnoi?" she reached for the mask but then suddenly stopped as her fingers began to tremble "Your Majesty?" her voice shook slightly.
She grasped the edge of the mask and tentatively pulled it away a gasp escaped her as the mask fell from her fingertips to his feet. It was him, but where his left eye should be there was nothing but a black hole lined with teeth.
Nel jumped back from him, frightened, he wasn't the same man she remembered, with laughing eyes. She had heard terrifying stories of the soulless beings that walked Huco Meundo with one purpose and that was to devour everything in their path. This was not the man she loved at all, just a hollow version of him.
"What happened to you?" she asked when the shock had finally died away. There was nothing familiar about him, just his face and build. His voice had changed, no longer was it laced with playful mocking but with bitterness.
He turned away from her taking a seat at the edge of the bed. "We had planned a surprise ambush on the force that had line up outside the city. They didn't put up much resistance, we should have realized something was wrong. It took us two days to fight through the hollows that kept coming from nowhere."
Nel listened quietly as he told her of being captured, his men killed and he himself succumbing to death after spending years in hell. He gave his mortal soul away for a chance at revenge, and so he returned to Huco Meundo as a hollow. Tesra was the only one who had willing accepted the same fate. Together they had spent the next two years destroying everything in their path.
She glanced up at his back when he stopped talking, this time the scars on his back held new meaning. She wanted to reach out and trace each one, to heal them with her touch. But she resisted her heart beating rapidly in her chest.
"I expected to find Ōmaeda on my throne once I returned, and just the knowledge that I would be able to rip his fucking head off for what he had done kept me focused."
"Ōmaeda?" but he had been so kind to her, helping her run the kingdom when she had no idea what she was doing. He had help squash the uproar that had accompanied her ascending the throne. "But he was so helpful. He stopped the rebellion when I was named queen."
A bitter chuckle escaped him and he stood reaching for his discarded clothing, he pulled out a slip of cloth and wrapped it around his empty eye socket. "Rebellion? When you are the rightful ruler."
"But I wasn't. There were no other heirs." She paused when he turned to stare at her, somehow the eye patch made him look more menacing then before.
"You are my wife, it doesn't matter if we had consummated our marriage, my kingdom is yours." He didn't make any move to come closer, but he seemed somewhat annoyed.
"No." she replied dumbly. He had been killed before her sixteen birthday, maybe he had forgotten all the details since he had been gone for so long. "It was still two months before I came of age. You-" her voice caught somehow not able to say the words without them catching in her throat. "You were killed before we were married."
He laughed then and a sudden blush came to her cheeks, a smirk reminiscent of the man she had looked up to flitted to his lips, "Of course I keep forgetting Princess, you were only five when the ceremony took place. I watched you from afar for years without your knowledge of me. Your parents decided that we should be formally introduced and you were told you would wed me when you came of age. But the truth was we had already been wed. At sixteen I would finally be able to touch you, to make you my bride in every sense of the word."
"So we are already married." She said more of a statement than a question.
Nothing made sense, she had thought she had been given the throne by default. That everyone hated her because the throne didn't belong to her, somehow she had forced her way into their kingdom and was trying to impose her own rules onto them. But she hadn't know anything about ruling a country, she had relied heavily on Ōmaeda and he made the majority of the decisions. "He used me." The realization hit her hard. He got rid of Nnoitra and used her greenness for his own aims.
"Don't worry, once I find that fucker I will make sure he pays for everything he's done to you." His voice had taken on the same cold tone as before.
"I'm sorry Nnoitra." She said, knowing how much she must have hurt him when she had flinched away from him. Not only that, the pain he must have felt when she hadn't recognized him, "I didn't want you touching me because it was wrong." She got up and wrapped her arms around his thin waist. "I was still in love with you." She wasn't making any sense. How could she tell him that she had fought him taking her so much because she had secretly hoped he was still alive and somehow making his way home to her?
He held her close to him burying his head in her lush hair, "the only thing that kept me going was you, my innocent little Princess. I had waited sixteen years for you to be ready and you were ripped away from me. When I found out Ōmaeda had orchestrated the whole thing I feared that something had happened to you he might have taken you for himself or had you murdered."
"I was so stupid." She said and buried her head against his chest, she didn't know what to say.
He pulled away from her "do you still like me Princess?" he asked his single gray eye holding hers. She stared up at his face, the eye patch was not enough to erase the fact that he was no longer a man, but a hollow. She could clearly picture the empty socket as she stared up into his familiar face.
Nel laughed and leaned up to kiss him on his parted lips, "Yes, your Majesty." She whispered and tangled her fingers in his hair, "I will always like you."
A/N: well there it is, please R&R and let me know what you think, or if you have any suggestions for a one shot with this pair. Thanks for reading!
