Mine.

A love story about how a clumsy little girl tamed the beast within an angry, orphaned serving boy.

Nnoitra x Amarie (OC).

Nnoitra Jiruga belongs to Tite Kubo. Amarie belongs to me.

Chapter Eleven: Wedding II

The next day was the wedding, and that meant even more running around, making last minute changes and whatnot. Then of course there were all these little problems that happened like the musicians being late, or the cake nearly falling over-twice; some of the guests were allergic to the flowers and they had to be replaced with other ones, which apparently was like the end of the world. It all finally settled out though, and we finally got the damned ceremony over with....even though it took like two hours. I don't even think Nell heard half of what the minister said, but after she kissed her husband we were allowed to go to the reception...which meant no work for me because apparently I'm not socially acceptable enough to serve anyone anything. Suits me just fine, I took the opportunity to see Ami.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself. I thought you'd be working?"

"Nope. They don't want some ugly ass serving them food."

"You are not."

"Yeah well....it gets me outta work, right?"

"Yes, I suppose it does."

"So that's it huh, she's gonna be gone soon."

"Yes, she'll be moving her things to their new home shortly, and I think she's leaving with him tonight if I'm not mistaken."

"I may actually miss the bitch."

She scowled at me, never having liked that I called Nell that.

"She is not a bitch; she's just....very strict."

"Ami, the woman chews you apart every chance she gets."

"Well now she won't, so let it go."

"Yeah yeah, ok."

"So....what do you think?"

"'Bout what?"

"My dress, what do you think about my dress?"

I just shrugged. Of course I'd noticed her dress, she looked great in it. It was a dark blue color, and she had always looked good in blues to me. I sure wasn't gonna tell her so though, that'd be too easy, and it was always fun to mess with her.

"Eh, it's alright I s'pose."

"What's wrong with it then?"

I just grinned and leaned closer to whisper to her. What the hell, I'd had a few drinks, may as well be blunt as I ever was.

"Well for starters it aint cut low enough. Every other woman here is showing off at least a little of what they have and there you are sitting pretty with a rack no one can see 'cause the dress is cut so high up. I also don't like long sleeves; none at all are the best really 'cause bare shoulders are nice. It's a pretty color I guess though...."

She just stared at me for a moment, the brightest red blush on her face and I had to chuckle.

"Well you certainly don't hold back do you?"

"Not at all, if ya want my opinion you'll always get it straight up."

"Yes, I'll remember that."

"It aint a bad dress though Ami, but ya always dress up like a nun or something. Don't show anyone a damned thing...."

She scowled at me, her tone sulky.

"Well excuse me for not revealing every inch of myself to the world."

"I wouldn't want ya to dress like a whore; I just think you'd look better if ya embraced what figure you do have."

"You think I have a figure to embrace at all?"

"Sure I do. Every woman has a figure, they just need to know how to best display it. And I aint saying strut like a slut, but don't dress like a nun either."

She just shook her head at me and I had to smile as I watched her fidget.

"You uncomfortable about me being blunt?"

"You usually aren't quite so blunt with me..."

"Eh, I've had a few ta drink I guess. Dance with me."

"Excuse me?"

I grinned and pulled her to the floor with me where everyone else was already dancing

"You heard me Ami."

"Y-yes but I never said yes."

"And I never asked it as a question."

I did dance with her, though I wasn't quite sure what had made me do it. It was a nice feeling, being able to hold her to me, even for a few moments. She was an excellent dancer of course, she'd been practicing since she was a child. I wasn't too bad I guess, at least I never stepped on her feet and she let me lead her. It was probably the best damned evening I'd had in a long time, and I hated when I had to let her go. To my surprise, she kissed my cheek quickly after we were done dancing and it was my turn for my face to flare red.

"What was that for?"

"No reason. Good night, Nnoitra. "

No reason huh? Well aint that something, I thought as I watched her leave to her room. I wish there were a lot more of those no reasons....