Well, this chapter is mainly directed at Nel and Ichigo... but the next one will be overall ShiroxMomo, promise! This story is kind of important though...Nel's story though, I mean. Even if it's kinda a filler chapter...but so will the next one...merp. Anyways, I rambling...enjoy, and please review! :)

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MPOV

"I-Ichigo?" I stuttered, not quite knowing if I had heard her right. Nel smiled broadly at me and nodded her head. There was a small blush forming on her face and suddenly, I knew that she really did love him. But…I had never known that Ichigo had cared for someone in that way. He just seems to busy protecting everyone else to be in love with another. But I looked back at our short time…..when those…things…had attacked us. The look of complete rage and despair on Ichigo's face when the man – Nnoitra – had implied that Nel was dead. I had faintly seen tears form in his eyes, but I also saw that they were quickly reined in, not showing weakness in front of the scary men.

"Yes. Ichigo Kurosaki." Nel said, her smile growing even wider at saying his name. I watched her and blinked.

"How did you come to know him?" I asked, pushing myself off the bed and slowly walking over to her. I stood beside her in front of the window. I stared out of it, watching as white flakes steadily flowed down form the sky.

"It's a fairly long story, you don't have to listen if you don't want to."

"I'm sure that it is a good story." I told her, implying that I in fact, did want to hear it.

Nel chuckled softly, "Alright then. You know those men that had attacked you that time?"

"Yes?"

"I was one of them, before, you see. I was one of the most powerful, with great powers. That is, until one of my fellow Espada – that is what the King calls us, his elite – had struck me in the back of the head. He had split my skull open, merely because he despised me and because I pissed him off. You see, after that, I had turned into a child and could not remember a single thing of my previous life. I lived, with my two brothers for long years, waiting for something to happen. During that time, I had always felt that something was missing from me, a piece of my heart – and my soul – was missing. I could never figure out what it was though." She laughed at herself.

She turned her face away from mine and stared out the window with soft eyes. I watched her. She truly was beautiful and I knew why Ichigo loved her. She was beautiful, inside and out. She cared for me even when she didn't have to.

Then she continued.

"Although, many years after I had been stuck in that stupid child form, a man came and ruled us. He had great power, and before I knew it, people dressed in black robes with swords at their hips, began to fight – start a war – against all that I had ever known. But I was not protesting. I was somewhat grateful, because that meant that my home would be saved. That is when I had found Ichigo." She paused again and smiled at the snow, now falling faster.

I could only watch her face as the emotions crossed it. They went from love, to relief, to hurt, to compassion, to determination, and then back to love. I couldn't help the smile that crossed my lips at the way she had said Ichigo's name. It was as if it meant everything to her. It meant more than her own life.

"Yes….that's when I had found Ichigo. Or rather…her found me. It was quite funny, the situation." She laughed again, her voice sweet and high, "My brothers and our pet were chasing me, but when Ichigo saw, he attacked my brothers right away, thinking they were attacking me. Even then, not even knowing me, he protected me. And then after that, I clung to him, felling attached emotionally, as well as mentally. I didn't know what is was, or why I was feeling that way because at the time, while I was in my child form, I only saw him as an older brother."

I watched her, knowing that the story of how she grew to love him was coming soon. That is when she tilted her head down, making a waterfall of green hair around her face. But I could still see the small smile that played on her lips.

"Aha, I admit, I was a bit a nuisance and a bratty little child when I was first attaching myself to him. I begged him to take me everywhere he went, even when he fought. I remember once he had carried me on his shoulders and I pretended like he was my pony. You see, I was a very immature child. I am still immature – in some ways. But when I was in my child form, I was even more immature, spitting on people, pulling on Ichigo's hair. Yelling. Hitting, fighting when it wasn't necessary. I acted like a thirteen year old boy. But then, after he had fought Grimmjow…."

"Grimmjow?" I asked, knowing that was the man that Orihime loved.

"Yes, Grimmjow. You know he wasn't always the nicest of people. He had wanted to fight Ichigo before he had ever met Orihime. But after that, I knew something had changed within him. I had seen the way he had looked at her. He loved her." She smiled.

"I kind of feel like a proud older sister, seeing her younger brother break free of his icy barriers."

I smiled at her laughing tone.

"Anyways," She continued, looking up once again. "After Ichigo's fight with Grimmjow, he tried to escape with Orihime, who had insisted that they bring an unconscious Grimmjow along, and myself, but that is when someone Stopped us. Nnoitra and his little bitch – Oh, I'm sorry, his servant. They had hit Grimmjow over the head once just to be sure and Nnoitra had Orihime grasped in his servants hands. I was being a coward, I was hiding. Like the child that I was. I watched as Ichigo fought him, fought him to protect the man he had just defeated, the woman who loved the ruthless little cat, and me, the amnesiac child who had bothered him from the start of his journey."

I saw her eyes change then, as if her mind was traveling back in time, when this whole thing had come undone.

"He fought Nnoitra, but he still wasn't healed from his fight against Grimmjow. He fought for us. He fought to protect me when Nnoitra had tried to kill me. He had believed me when He found out the truth about me. And then finally, when Nnoitra was breaking his wrist and Ichigo was screaming out in pain, I changed. I don't know what exactly triggered it, perhaps it was my feelings. Maybe it was the simple fact that I needed to protect him. But I changed back into my human form, and as soon as I saw Ichigo's wide brown eyes, I knew that it was no longer sister/brother loved that layered my heart. It was true love – passionate love, you could call it. And after that, after I had defeated Nnoitra, I was taken away, away from Ichigo, before I had the time to tell him. I had cried, but so had he. I had never seen him cry, but he had. He had screamed out to me, reached for me but, he could never get to me. I was lost. And I am waiting now. Now, I wait for him. I will always wait," She looked over to me, a knowing smile on her lips. I almost felt as if my heart was saying the same thing as the words that were coming from her lips. I would wait, I could not believe he was dead. He would come for me. I would tell him.

"I will always wait," Nel repeated, but she wasn't talking to me, she was staring out the window, a look a pure determination on her face as she placed a fisted hand on the iced window.

"I will wait, no matter how long it takes."