A/N: I am back, and I am feeling much better! The drama has subsided! This chapter should be much better then the last one, and on that note, you should all know by now that Nuri is not one-sided. Sure, her anger is the more dominant personality trait she has, but by now, you should know she is a tomboy, is really impulsive, and curious. She has common sense, but ignores it completely. I am totally behind in reading you guy's work. Sorry, I was just stressed out. This whole week has been hell. All right, this chapter is going to throw things off, and the next chapter will probably be as more as a throw off. That is right everyone! Chiharu-Chan is commencing with the foreshadowing and irony. Moreover, on that note… you guys, I cannot write the next chapter if you do not go to the pole and vote! ((Huff)). And Belinda… Nuri is most not a flirt!

-: Chapter Four: Personality Disorder: AD/HD Part 2 :-

Angel of mercy
How did you find me?
Where did you read my story?
Pulled from the papers
Desperate and hardened
seeking a moment every fix

One Republic - Mercy

Bright vibrant colors flickered everywhere Nuri glanced upon. Nuri was astounded by this spectacle, and so she reached out to touch the rainbow colored spectrum with her hand. In that instant, Nuri looked at her arms, and noticed that neither on of them were bruised or tattered. Nuri blinked her eyes twice, and then brought her hands up to touch her head. Her ponytail had been released, causing her untamed carroty colored hair to fall past her shoulders. Nuri narrowed her eyes in distain as she blew out a little air from her mouth. An unfamiliar taste formed in Nuri's mouth, causing her to sputter the taste out of her orifice. Then, to Nuri's discomfort, she realized what was on her lips.

"Man… is this… lip gloss?!" Nuri hissed.

Nuri with out a doubt, despises makeup in general. Nuri thinks that makeup is just another generic way of saying, "hello, I think I'm ugly, and I have a slight tendency to doubt my appearance, and I think I am fat". Nuri crossed her arms at this thought, and that is when she noticed she had beige colored bangles on her arms. They were incrusted with rare gemstones, some she had never even seen before. Nuri's mouth widened in awe she began to play with them, listening closely to the rattle they made. Nuri's curiosity lead her eyes to wonder down to her clothes, which surprising was something she would wear. Fishnets covered her legs, and she wore a black corset with black jeans. They were not too baggy, and even if they were, Nuri would never pass up the chance to wear jeans before a skirt any day. Wrapped around Nuri's feat was a pair of black thigh high boots, embellished with multiple short belt straps.

Nuri nodded her head in contentment. Aside from the makeup and her hair, she felt right at home. But then again… where was home exactly? Nuri looked around in a confused manor, until she proceeded to touch the multihued colored light. Her eyes sparkled in astonishment. The closer she had gotten towards these bright lights, the more lightheaded she felt. The light was soothing, and its zealous heat reassured her. Somehow, a tinge of anguish filled her heart, weighing it down by fatigue. Nuri quickly noticed this, but could not draw her self away from the light. Actually, she could not control her body at all.

"M'lady, there you are, come on now, we wouldn't want you to get hurt now would we? Then it would be on my account wouldn't it not?"

A small hand wrapped itself around Nuri's and pulled on her, causing her pupils to return to their normal state. A frail woman, dressed in clothes similar to Nuri's clothes dragged her through a bustling crowd. Nuri's mouth dropped before she regained her composure. Nuri had to think about the woman's comment for a while, before blinking a couple of times.

"Did you just call me your lady?" Nuri said, in a bounteous tone. The woman shook her head.

"Yes Lady Kaori, yes I did." The woman replied with almost sarcastic tone. Nuri whipped her hand from the woman's grip and gave her an immensely menacing look.

"You must not know who I am old lady. The name's Nuri."

"You must not remember who I am, Lady Kaori. I am your humble servant, Saki. You must have not taken your antidepressants. I've always wondered what it was that made you appeal to m'lord so much."

Nuri clinched her teeth before grabbing the woman's black polo shirt in disgust. "You' tryin' to call me crazy? I demand to know your name!" Nuri finished, tilted her head slightly in the left direction. The woman chuckled.

"Such a silly woman… I just told you my name!" She cackled. "Have you gone mad? I am Saki! Now stop being silly Lady Kaori. Let us go now. You shouldn't wander off into the city like this."

"I am so sick and tired of being dragged everywhere and anywhere … Saki. Where is here?"

"Aretha, of course darling. You are in the heart of it! Can't you remember anything anymore? My, your memory is getting worse each coming second…"

"Say what?" Nuri interrupted. "Aretha… the town that I destroyed, with my freaky powers?"

Saki brought her hands to her mouth while placing her free hand on a very fine-looking door. "Now, let's not talk about your powers in front of the towns people. Nuri's mouth continued to gape, until she looked into the sky. She was standing in front of a citadel, and even if this was Aretha, Aretha definably did not have a citadel of any sort. It was just a modern town. Now, everyone was similar to Nuri, and boy, did that grind her gears. Nuri loved to be the indifferent person, who always stirred things up. Now, she seemed like a leader. The citadel's draw bring came down, and a little girl ran towards Nuri, wrapping her hands tightly around her. The little girl had very long purple hair and emerald eyes. Her style was very different from Nuri's. Her dominating color was green, with dashes of pink and purple.

Nuri squinted her eyes and cocked her head to the left a bit. Nuri's vision became distorted all of a sudden, and clutched tightly between the little girl's fingers was a weapon similar to that of the Oathkeeper, or Oblivion, but the design was very different. The color was black, and for lack of a better word, the whole design itself was a bit crazy. A small chain hung from it, which was a black heart with red stitches across it. She had a forced smile on her face, and her knees were a bit scratched up. She was bashful, and blushed tediously.

"Hi… Kaori… I… finished my training… he he. I will be the best fighter in all of Aretha, just you wait and see! I will be just like you, I swear! This time, I'll surpass you…"

"Please, Ruri, tend to your daily duties. Go to the sanctuary and find something nice to water. I am sure the flowers miss being tended by you. Lady Kaori has to tend to something." Saki answered. Ruri's smile turned into a grimace instantly before lucid tears filled her eyes. She pointed her weapon towards Nuri, which sent an un-known chill down her spine.

"I'll eventually get you! You never pay attention to anything I do, and it… hurts!" Ruri sobbed. Nuri pointed her index finger at the crying little girl.

"I, don't even know you, ya' miserable child." Nuri mocked. "Go tend to your stuff or do something, I don't care, just get outta my face!"

"Yeah, keep talking; I'll get Nana on you!"

"Need someone to back you up huh? Listen kid, the number one rule in battle is… fight your own battles!" Nuri huffed triumphantly. "I do it all the time! It isn't really that hard!"

Saki put her hand on Nuri's shoulder, and Ruri ran away in distain. Saki shook her head.

"That girl… she always wanted to follow in your image. You are quite lucky indeed."

"Whatever." Nuri sighed, following Saki down the hallway. They came to an abrupt stop, and in that instant, Saki turned to Nuri.

"Lady… Kaori… m'lord has wanted to see you for quite some time now. You've have kept him waiting long enough hmm?"

"Wait a second; I don't understand old hag, what you are saying, is that I have a father or something like that? Decent! Do I get to see him?"

Saki narrowed her eyes at being called an old hag. "I am certainly not old Lady Kaori. I am twenty-six, mind you. Lady Kaori, please, for the last time, listen to what I am saying. You are the Guardian of the Void. You are second to your fiancé. … Surly you didn't forget him as well?"

Nuri clasped her hands together tightly, causing her bangles to rattle. "Ha, get real, you really expect me to believe that I am getting married?" Nuri placed her index finger on her chin. "Not to boast or anything, but who in their right minds would try to marry me? Ha, I would love to see the day. Not that the sentiment of love subsists on my part. 'Cause you know, I am gonna' to stay me for a long time, no matter what, and I'll be dammed if I let a petty emotion such as love ruin my judgment! I mean, come on, I am awesome… right?"

"Lady Kaori… I really do think you have lost your mind. Just go in there, and see what m'lord wants." Saki muttered, opening the door and pushing the taller woman into the room. The door closed, and Nuri found herself staring at the floor, tapping her foot on the ground.

"Man, that is beginning to piss me off… why does everyone push me into stuff… or I mean … ah man… Saki is getting to me…"

Nuri looked up and what she saw truly amazed her. She was standing in her old apartment. She remembered everything perfectly. Her Spiderman comforter was placed messily onto her bed, just how she had left it. Overall, Nuri's room was still as chaotic as ever. Nostalgia rushed throughout Nuri's whole body as she walked towards her bed.

"Saki is a fucking liar. There is no one in here, but me. But in spite of this, it has always been me right?" Nuri chuckled a bit. "Now that I think about it, I do have a hard exterior. I push everyone away from me, I know. Nevertheless, what is a girl to do? I am a weapon, after all."

Nuri stretched across her bed and let out a lazy yawn. "…And maybe, all of this Organization XII stuff is all a dream. A really bad nightmare, that won't go away, I presume. And ya' know, maybe all of this is just like that entire Christmas ghost phooey. Maybe I am having one of those. But man... I'll tell ya' it's good to be home!"

Nuri closed her eyes and drifted into the first stage of sleep. Her body was very relaxed, and her breathing was symmetric. Finally, she could loose herself in the haven of her dreams.

"Well paintless passion, you rightly suspect. Impersonation, the dumbing down of love. Jaded down in anger, love underwhelms you. No box of chocolates, which ever way you fall…"

Nuri, with her eyes still closed, sensed that someone was indeed in her room. The words he spoke sounded very familiar.

"And if I tell you, Lover alone without love… no, no I'll get this. I want to treat you. You're still not famous and you haven't struck. It's rich, underachieving 'cause no one's receiving. This tunnel's vision is turning out all wrong. Music is worthless, unless it can make a complete stranger break down and cry…. My, Nurixie, you sure have some problems hmm?"

Nuri shot up, her expression an… agreeable one. Her eyes met up with the one she despised the most. She could never forget his filthy leer and his over inflated self-image. He pranced around, as if he was naturally better then everyone else. It made Nuri sick to her stomach that someone like him even existed. Her eyebrows twitched at the audios sound of her full name. It rolled off of his tongue, as if he could say it when ever he wanted. Her eyes studied him, and found something partially interesting. It wasn't his boring suit, of his messy brown hair, but in his hand was Nuri's notebook that was supposed to be at Castle Oblivion. Nuri's calm orange pupils turned into downright angry silted ones in about two seconds. He smiled back at her, taking in her angry expression.

"You… bastard… where did you get my notebook?" Nuri shouted in extreme rage. She shot up out of her bed, matching up with the man's height. The man glanced at the book, smiling bluntly in Nuri's face.

"Thanatos, remember the name Sweetheart."

"What the fuck?! Sweetheart? Are you out of your mind?" Nuri retorted. "That is the worst name anyone has ever bestowed to me, ever!"

"Not the point. The point is, what is up with your mind, Sweetheart? It seems you are getting tired with me. What is with all this poetry about music, and love and such?"

Nuri crossed her arms, tapping her foot on the ground to stop herself from lunging towards Thanatos. "I am so fucking serious. You call me that again, and I will guarantee that I will rip your testicals out and hang them on my wall."

"It is only fitting that I call you Sweetheart, Nurixie, I mean, you are one with a heart, or half, I suppose."

Nuri raised her fist up, but shortly brought it back down.

"…And I see you have control over your anger. That's a first, Sweetheart. I wonder who helped you…"

"I don't get help from anyone." Nuri spat. "Why I am here, and what the heck is going on? Who's Saki, and Ruri, and I thought I destroyed Aretha!"

Thanatos busted out with a cruel laughter before answering Nuri. "True, true, if I told you, this wouldn't be as much fun. You know, torturing you. I tried to kill you in our last encounter, but you are just so amusing now. You are like a puppet, which I can control."

Nuri grunted, then sulkily frowned. "You lying bastard. Xigbar, shot you I think. In the head. Piss off."

More laughter ensued from Thanatos. "You really thought that I would be defeated by a simple bullet? And furthermore, simple minded Nurixie, If I was really fixated on killing you, I would of destroyed him and you with no problems at all. Do not mock my being. I am the Void, after all. You just have some of my power."

"You say that like I actually need your damn power! For your information, I can control any weapon I want! That is better then any shit load of disintegration! Woo, scary! I don't need your help, you, or your power!"

Thanatos smirked. "Do you believe in true love at first sight then, Sweetheart?"

"Hell no!" Nuri hollered, gritting her teeth. "I don't believe in any kind of love! There, take your answer and get the fuck out."

Thanatos's closed Nuri's notebook and tossed in onto Nuri's bed. "Your heart says otherwise."

Nuri froze up completely before regaining her control over her body. "I am tired of all your crazy proverbs and metaphors. What do you mean, my heart?"

"Since you only have half of a heart, you can't really tell when your heart is talking to you. So, through your literature only is the time your heart talks to you. You said it yourself; "Lover without love, will you miss him?" was a quote from your supposed poem. Whoever it is, you should know that you belong to no one but me."

"Says who!?" Nuri screeched, attempting to kick Thanatos in the stomach. Almost like magic, Nuri's leg fitted into Thanatos's glove covered hands. Nuri tensed up before her eyes widened.

"Why can't I… summon my weapons?"

"Because Sweetheart… this is my world!" He cackled. "Now, in my world, we are supposedly married hn? You belong to me, and I made you. Understand?"

Nuri cracked a small smile. "Oh, what I wouldn't give to kick your ass right now. You just really crawl under my skin."

Thanatos let go of Nuri's leg, and stepped closer to the now bewildered woman. He smirked at her, as he always had been doing, but something about his sneer changed. He hastily grabbed both of Nuri's hands and brought his face closer to Nuri's face. Nuri narrowed her eyes, not going to fall victim to becoming demoralized. She scoffed as her adversary invaded her personal space. Out of the blue, a burning sensation surged in Nuri's chest. It was quite temperate, just like the light she had met up with earlier. Only this time, it didn't impair her to a great extent.

"I can hear you're heart beating faster, can you Sweetheart?" Thanatos spoke unobtrusively, cupping Nuri's chin lightly into the palm of his hand. Nuri's emotions were moving rapidly, and that was something she hadn't expected. She to, could hear the beating her heart and it was the pure adrenalin rush that made Nuri sweat a bit.

"What… are you doing…?" Nuri managed to utter, but it sounded like her voice cracked. Thanatos smiled.

"My insensible Sweetheart…" Thanatos mumbled inconspicuously. This moment was awkward for the poor sovereign woman, for she didn't know how to act in this state of affair. His face was just a mere three inches away from Nuri's.

"Just a test… I'll mess with your emotions to see how you fair. Until then, Sweetheart."

Nuri was on the floor, broken out into a cold sweat. Xigbar and Luxord looked over the distressed nobody. Nuri was fidgeting, and her fingers were in an awkward position. Everything about her body language said she was in distress.

"Seems to me that she is unconscious." Luxord inquired. Xigbar let out a fatigued yawn.

"'Wonder what she's dreaming about?"

Before just the daylight
Come and I stand by
Waiting to catch the quickest plane
Flying to nowhere
Is better than somewhere
That's where I've been and nothing's changed

All I wanted to say
All I wanted to do
Is fall apart now
All I wanted to feel
I wanted to love
Its all my fault now
A Tradegy for sure

A/N:Well, this chapter was short, but at least it made the 3000k mark huh? Short chapters to me are like, below 1000k. I, tricked you on that plot preview. He-he. It is going to be several chapters from this! Remember, reviews equal love! And would you be mad, if I told you that Thanatos raped Nuri? XD

Word Count: 3,493

-: Chapter Five Preview: The Psychotic Wars: Superbia :-

"I bet you I can win at everything you do!" Nuri challenged, a leer on her face. "I can go a full day doing the things you do, and never get tired! I am the ultimate you know! Hmph, they don't call me a weapon for nothing!"

Perking Xigbar's interest ensued. "As if, ok, you're on."