Nemu wasn't allowed leisure time. She wasn't even sure she knew the meaning of it. Whenever her Captain was in his lab, he had her running around.
'Grab this, move that, move it you idiot' and so forth. Sometimes, she was the experiment herself. Was that wrong? Was it wrong for a 'father' to hit his daughter? Nemu didn't know herself. It had always been like that since she was born. She knew of no other type of love.
But the rumors of the other shinigami had her curious. Many of them disliked her captain. They called him sadistic, intolerable, murderer and some rumors had her involved. Things like...'He doesn't care for Nemu! See how he treats her?'
So, they way he treats me is..not normal?
That ran through her mind ever since she heard it. Before she'd never flinch when he'd hit her, but even since then she'd make slight flinches. It was odd, right? So why did he keep doing it? She was beginning to be afraid...to dislike...her lord.
Then, that quincy showed up. She felt..rekindled. The sight of her captain almost losing his life made her heartbeat quicken, unable to attach a name to the feeling that weighed heavy in her lungs at the moment. It made her sweat, it made her tense, it made her shiver.
But he had lived and that feeling in her lungs disappeared when he escaped.
What was that feeling?
"Nemu, you uselessidiot, get over here!"
Nemu flinched, snapping out of her train of thought. Her captain had fully recovered from his liquified state. She quickly jumped to her feet, delivering a fresh pair of clothing to him.
She still couldn't name the feeling she felt.
But all Nemu needed to know what that she felt happy just being around her lord.