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When; Saturday 14th
Rating; PG
Characters; Nell [

lisped] and Wonderwyce [

toothed]
Summary; While out walking, Nell runs into 'the perthon Nell hateth motht'.
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It was a hard life, being the smallest arrancar without proper protection. Or, that was, without the person she currently valued above all else. But somehow she was making do, having discovered that she had manged, in the course of her stay in the City, to make a fair few friends. None of them substitute shinigami, though.

But it was good enough, the small girl merrily walking about the City, far far far away from the fountain. Yesterdays curse had been happy for the most part, her initial disappointment that everyone could see her beloved Ichigo having worn off with the excitement that she got to talk about him. Not even the fact that Wonderwcye had a memory of her had really destroyed her enjoyment, and the trip to the zoo had been fun. Thinking of Wonderwcye - the stupid impotent ass! - only made her frown, however, and her happy pace slowed, the young arrancar deciding to turn back. She'd been out most of the day, and she was slightly hungry, and nothing helped her forget her irritation over the other arrancar like time with the shinigami and either cooking from Hinamori or Kira.

So keeping her head down and with a pat on her skull Nell started back in the direction of the sixth building, weaving her way through the crowds and trying to avoid anyone else she knew. Arrancar being at the top of the list.

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The previous day had been...something. Between being forced to remember his time with Nell, and seeing the things Cirucci did best, he was glad the day was over. Certain things were best left, buried far away. Well, at least he now knew more about that who 'sex' idea. Of course, it wasn't as though he planned on ever mention said topic. That conversation had taken place a long time ago, and he knew he still had longer to wait.

And now, after a day of trying to block out the memories, Wonderwyce had taken the opportunity to get out of the apartment. Not that he'd been staying there for anything other than resting. Of course not. He hadn't been trying to hide from other. Not at all.

...and even if that had been the case, what did it matter? He was still the same, scary little arrancar child that hunted humans, fought shinigami...and apparently was feeling things he shouldn't have been.

Nope. No way. He was still a proper arrancar! Besides, that was all in the past now. He'd only ever talked to the shinigami because he'd been told to. To try and trick a certain vice captain. That'd turned to some kind of cofusion, based around the arrancar traitor, once he'd been told he didn't need to lie anymore. But after her change of mind, he'd finally cut off all he needed to.

And yet...he still seemed to talk to her. The same her who happened to be sneaking her way through the streets ahead of him. The same her who it'd be so much easier to just...get rid of. Afterall, that was what arrancar did. They got rid of those weaker than them. And Nell? It would be two birds with one stone.

It wasn't that she couldn't sense reiatsu. Nell just wasn't as adept at distinguishing the difference between shinigami and arrancar, Espada or numero. And in the City it was even harder to tell when to duck away, especially since she didn't want to run away from a shinigami on accident. Grabbing her skull for a moment - a rap on the bone to remind herself what she was doing - and she ducked left before she got stuck heading towards Misery Square proper.

Stumbling around humans - how rude! they didn't bother to check that someone much smaller than them was walking below them - and kicking a few that decided to ignore her gentle shoves out of the way, Nell kept making her way back towards the sixth building. But the sinking suspicion that the reiatsu she could feel wasn't someone she wanted to run into made her turn left again, ducking into an alleyway she knew would lead to Xanadu. She really, really didn't feel like running into anyone, not after the attack on Nemu. Stupid arrancar.

Her small feet picked up their pace, almost jogging along between the buildings. Stupid everything.

Either she was really planning to keep hidden, she was acting like an idiot, or she knew he was there. Watching as the shorter arrancar headed away, a slight smirk appeared on his face. Moments later, the blond was making a move of his own, ignorant of those around him. Most seemed to move out of his way, not wanting to be near the arrancar. Their reputation preceeded them with most. And those that didn't know, seemed slightly weary of a young boy carrying a blade. Especially one still covered in the mess made by his last meal. The gaping hole in his chest may've had something to do with it all too.

His feet tapped lightly on the concrete, leading up toward the allyway as he followed Nell's turns through the buildings. The further away from the crowds she got, the better. It'd at least stop others from trying to get involved...or trying to take his target.

It was obvious someone was following her the further away from crowds she got and the jog slowly settled into a slow run. If it was a shinigami, they would have called to her. Or so she hoped.

Skidding around a corner the smallest arrancar paused for a second, trying to work out why. Or who. Or what- A frown once again graced her features, a small pout. It wasn't allowed! No one was allowed to bother her, not when she didn't have Ichigo, not when Momo was recovering, not when Izuru was busy with Isane.

With a whirl she turned about face, torn between a pout and a glare. "Thtop following Nell!"

Continuing forward, Wonderwyce moved further into the alleyway, keeping his distance from Nell. At least for now. He still didn't know exactly what he had in mind. But after seeing what his brothers had been saying, he knew he needed to do something.

He wasn't going to end up as a failure.

Coming to a stop at the side of the building, Wonderwyce simply glared at Nell, eyes narrowing in an attempt to appear threatening. Coming from an arrancar of his size, it didn't seem to come out nearly as threatening as he wanted.

Oh. Great. The stupid impotent ass. She returned the glare eagerly, aware of how fast he was and how fast she'd have to run in order to get to her nearest ally - Jyabura-puppy was closest, at a guess, and she could slow him down by trying to lose him in the near maze of Xanadu.

But that was only if she was in trouble.

"What do you want, thtupid ath?" He didn't scare her. Not... Much.

After seeing how differently certain other arrancar had acted over his time there, Wonderwyce knew that loyalty was something that was being questioned almost constantly. And after what the others had said about him and Nell...

"Want prove." It was as simple as that. Taking a step toward her, his glare faded a little, instead starting to move back into his version of a smirk, once again. "Prove am real arrancar." Another step. "Prove not traitor like Nell." And another...

Oh.

...Crap.

"Leave Nell alone! Nell hateth you, Nell doethn't want to thee you or be with you! Thtop thinking about Nell!" She shouted - up, damnit, why did everyone have to be taller? Even stupid arrancar like Wonderwyce - fully unimpressed. As if hurting her would prove anything other than the fact that she was right in calling him a stupid meanie.

What had Ulquiorra said? Nell glowered, hating him all the more. "You are a proper arrancar, fart facthe, everyone knowth that! Tho go away!"

That was just it. As much as others may've still considered him an arrancar, to him, it only felt as though they did in comparision to Nell. He was only just above the rank of a traitor. A failure. Because he hadn't caught on to things quick enough, the other arrancar had been hurt in his place. And now, he'd started making yet another mistake? The others weren't going to pay for him again.

"Talk Nell make others think not." Something that he wanted to remedy. And now he had Nell, all alone, far away from others. Moving closer once again, Wonderwyce stopped right in front of her, staring down at the shorter arrancar with an almost amused expression. "Prove."

[ooc: >__> My net went craptastic yesterday. But but...I'll be around after the cinema today! ...assuming it stays nice.]

She stumbled back a step, tears already forming. Stupid Ichigo for leaving her, look at what had happened! "Ulquoirra thaid- He thaid-"

She sniffed, wiping away the tears fiercely. There was no way she'd let Wonderwyce scare her, she was arrancar. She had brothers to protect - the fact that they weren't here not being the issue at hand - and she had to see Ichigo again. "Ulquoirra thaid Nell could like whoever Nell wanted and talk to whoever Nell wanted! He'th the highetht ranked Ethpada here!"

She wanted to promise that Momo or Izuru would save her if he tried to help her, but Nell knew that neither shinigami would come. Stumbling back another step - because, damnit, she couldn't look up and see his face if he was that close and that just wasn't fair! - the smaller arrancar glared up, hands reaching to tug on her mask as if it would fall off her head. "Leave Nell alone."

"Not Ulquoirra." No matter how much more powerful the Espada was than him, Wonderwyce knew that he wouldn't reject his current thoughts. None of the arrancar would. Nell's mask was the only thing that passed her off as an arrancar. Her behaviours, her attachments to the shinigami, neither were something that any of the other arrancar would be allowed to get away with.

Even Grimmjow had come back to them in the end.

A hand flattened out, palm parallel to his side, as an attack slowly began to gather. Bala. The only technique he'd been given the opportunity to work on. "Will kill traitor." And, by default, get rid of the source of his problems.

Why that- that- Ugh! He was actually going to attack her! She wasn't going to allow that!

Which was precisely why she stomped down hard on his left foot, kicking out the ankle at the same time and launched herself onto the taller arrancar, clinging to him like she'd done before, a few times before. Before when he'd taken care of her and hadn't been about to hurt her and- Stupid impotent ass!

"You're tho thtupid! Nell hateth liking you!" came her muffled cries, little legs still kicking as she clung. "Nell hateth you the motht bethauthe Nell liketh you the motht! You thtupid impotent ath, virgin- THTUPID POOP HEAD!"

His eyes widened, not so much from any pain felt, but more from the fact that she had attacked him. It was a shock, to say the least, that her attacks were accompanied by a hug. Squirming uncomfortably, his free hand moved to her shoulder, pushing away half-heartedly. This wasn't how things were meant to have gone.

"...not understand." His hand twitched, torn between attacking the shorter arrancar, and stopping. Instead, he simply...waited. Something had to start making sense to him soon.

She paused, surprised she wasn't being pried away with fall force and stared up for a moment, bottom lip trembling from the force of holding back more tears, before kicking him one more time for good measure. "Nell hateth you, thtupid."

Nell stayed hanging, hands still tightly clenched around the white fabric of Wonderwyce's shirt. "Nell hateth you for letting Nell like you and not liking Nell." She hated him for being a stupid arrancar, for not being Ichigo, for a thousand and one reasons that had stupid somewhere in them and she couldn't be bothered to elaborate upon with her already weakening grip on the other arrancar. She could - possibly should - have chosen that moment to run, but she didn't.

None too discretely wiping her face on his shirt - hey, he was stupid, he deserved it - she sniffled, finally letting herself drop to the ground and grabbing at her mask instead as she stared up. "Nell hateth all of you thtupid arrancar, but you the motht. Bethauthe Nell- Nell liketh you betht. You're the wortht."

That only served to confuse the young arrancar further. She hated him for letting her like him? It was something he had no control over. She hated him for not liking her? But he had, to an extent. But despite that, she still seemed to like him? How could someone both like and hate someone else?

But then, wasn't that how things were for him too? He knew he was meant to hate her now. He'd said it himself. And he knew how the others felt about her. About her connection to their enemies. But despite that, there was still some part of him that still...hoped...that she would realise what was wrong. If she could just change her mind...

"Not make sense. How like best when hate most?"

"Bethauthe you're tho thtupid! Nell'th allowed to like who Nell liketh, even Ulquiorra thaid tho, and you won't let Nell!" Was it really that hard to understand? That despite having liked Grimmjow for the way he was with Hinamori, it hadn't really been the same as liking an arrancar. She wished it had been, that things hadn't changed, that Grimmjow wasn't just another person to avoid daily.

But he was. Even when she'd tried. The only arrancar to spare her a glance had been Wonderwyce, the only one to care about her pitiful efforts to get them to like her. He'd even helped her when she got hurt! And so Nell hated him, because she'd let herself think that liking another arrancar could be okay, that because they were still proper it wouldn't wind up with her hard work being forgotten.

Because... After Ichigo, after Izuru, after Momo and Renji and her brothers and Bawabawa, Wonderwyce was the person she valued most. And Nell hated allowing him that. "Nell hateth the otherth, they never cared. But Nell thought you did."

So...she liked him then? That made even less sense to him. After everything that'd happened, it was obvious that Nell liked thier 'enemies' above all else. So that meant that liking her was something that wasn't allowed. Wasn't it? "Not proper arrancar." A statement that had been made clear time and time again. If Nell wasn't on their side, Nell was an enemy too. And enemies...

His hand raised once again, fingers leveling out in preperation for his attack. "Nell not family. Mean Nell enemy. Not allowed like Nell." It seemed to be the extent of his understanding. As long as Nell sided with the shinigami, Nell wasn't a true arrancar. And as long as that was the case, Wonderwyce wasn't allowed to be friends with her. Not without the rest of his family getting angry about it.

Not allowed. Not allowed? For some reasons they were the words that stood out the most. So he did? Ugh, he was so frustrating! She couldn't tell at all!

She watched with doleful eyes as he moved his hand, half expecting Ichigo to rush between them and have her mind made up there and then - well of course, she would side with him over anyone else any day, no matter what he did, it was about having fun, after all - but Nell knew it wasn't going to happen.

So she bit the raised hand.

Grumbling and mumbling around it, her lisp even more pronounced, she muttered, "Nell'th thtill the betht arrancar Aithen-thama made." Who cared if Aizen didn't want her, if the Espada saw her as the trashy bug she so often called herself, if the numeros saw her as a play toy? Ichigo cared about her, shinigami cared what happened, humans, other people she didn't know how to classify. She just wanted to be able to add Wonderwyce under there.

"Nell careth if you get hurt," she added, still mumbling around the hand in her mouth and starting to drool a little. "Even if Nell'th not allowed, Nell will bethauthe Nell doeth." What was it about her way of thinking he didn't get?

A flinch, again one born mainly from shock. She was biting him? What was going on? It was meant to be simple. Find Nell, kill her, and go back home to Cirucci. Why couldn't things just go to plan? Glaring down at the shorter arrancar, Wonderwyce dropped his hand down in the aims of trying to get her to let go. It was bad enough that he hadn't killed her yet. But to have her hanging off of him too?

"Nell not real arrancar. Nell failure. Nell--" He cut himself off, confused yet again. She really seemed to have that effect on him. "But said hate? how care too?"

If any of the others could hear him now...

Nell let go, wiping her mouth off while glaring up at him. "Thtupid." She'd bite him again, do it as many times as she had to. As many times as he called her a failure. But-

But he'd stopped and was staring at her in that way, her glowering barely holding up under the want to just smile meekly for him and cling to his leg. "Thtupid! Nell liketh you, Nell thaid that already, tho hurry up and get it tho Nell never hath to admit it again!" The smaller arrancar tugged on her mask again, lowering her gaze with a determined pout.

"Nell liketh you," she added again, quietly.

"Why Nell like? Hate Nell. Nell not family." His mind seemed unable to wrap around the fact that Nell, the one who'd so often said she'd hated him, was now saying she liked him too. How could she feel the two opposite feelings at the same time? And why for him, of all people? He was an arrancar. She was too. So why couldn't she just act like one?

"...not care. Nell... Hate Nell. Prove to family. Nell not wanted." Though right now, it felt as though it was something he wasn't going to be able to do. Stepping backward, Wonderwyce shook his hand, rubbing away the saliva on the front of his shirt. "If see Nell again, will kill."

Oh, that was all fine and well. Attempt to attack her and then give up? "Uthleth arrancar." Nell managed a proper scowl before she latched onto him again, this time clinging to his shoulders and able to give him the full benefit of her glaring.

"Nell wantth to thtay with you, thtupid." Not to be an arrancar, and not because Ichigo wasn't there to cuddle. Not because Izuru now shared with Isane - damnit, she'd shared with him first - and not because Hitsugaya kept trying to kick her out when she crawled next to Momo - double damnit, even as a joke she was getting fed up of it - and not because Renji slept naked - though, she would admit, that was kind of disgusting.

Because she honestly couldn't think of anyone she'd rather share a bed with - let alone the rest of the 'living with someone' stuff, certain shinigami's cooking aside - despite all the insults she hurled his way. "Nell doethn't have to be family to like you. Nell can like whoever." Even if said whoevers didn't like her back, hated her, were determined to kill her, so on and so forth.

She sighed, a sad little escape of air before she nuzzled his cheek with the briefest of kisses. Because- Oh hell, who needed a reason? She was Nell Tu, an arrancar, and she could do whatever she wanted! ...Except now, she was fully prepared to be hit and forced off properly, even as she refused to let go of the younger arrancar and tightened her grip slightly.

Nell was learning to hate being left behind, along with everything else.

Was she purposly trying to annoy him? Did she plan on having him attack her? He already knew the answer, and yet her actions said otherwise. Why couldn't she just cut her loses and run? And why, above all else, did she have to care about him?

"Hate Nell." It seemed almost natural for him to say now. As much as he'd wanted things to be different, there was no way to change it now. He'd given Nell a chance, and that'd been thrown back at him when the substitute had called for her. Another chance was out of the question, now.

His hands moved to Nell's back, taking ahold of the material there. However, he paused for a few moments, unsure as to why. "...Nell go." It was the last option she had...before he'd end up forcing himself to go through with the threat.

To say she was surprised at the semi-hug would have been an understatement. Nell was shocked, and not all in a bad way. In fact, it was enough to get the smaller arrancar to change her grip, slipping her arms around his neck instead with a cheeky, near toothless grin. He'd hugged her.

"You don't hate Nell. You were thinking about Nell." It was something of a wild guess, but the conviction in her voice was very strong. The same tone she used to order her brothers about. "You may not like Nell, but you don't hate Nell." She had half the mind to sneak another kiss, but then again that would make him equal with Ichigo, and that Nell could not have. Not yet, anyway, not if he was going to try and hurt her again. So with much reluctance she loosened her grip, smile slipping slightly but still there. "Put Nell down."

And as an afterthought... "If Thiruthi athkth, Nell topped." Hah. Stupid arrancar.

It wasn't a hug. Nothing like that. Of course not. ...was it?

No!

Almost tearing Nell away from him, Wonderwyce held her mid-air for a few moments, his glare returning, full force. How dare she hug him? How dare she kiss him? And above all else, how dare she even think that he had anything other than hatred for her?

"Hate Nell much as shinigami. Hate. Will kill!" He finally let go of her, not because she'd asked him to. Nope. Another scowl and Wonderwyce was turning his back on her. "Said. If see Nell again, will kill Nell. Go. Last chance." It was more than she deserved.

Or so he'd keep telling himself.

Hmph! And he was the one who had followed her! The small arrancar winced slightly where he'd held her, irritated with his stubborness.

"Nell jutht hath one quethon," she murmured softly, hands tugging on her mask once more as she stared up at his back in slight confusion. She didn't want him to go, some small part of her determined to get him to stay with her again, but... "Nell won't talk to you again if you don't want, but Nell jutht wantth to athk one thing."

He didn't know why he wasn't heading away. He didn't know why he was sighing to himself. And he had no clue as to why he was glancing back at Nell, his anger fading a little. All he needed to do was to start walking, and forget about what was happening.

"What want ask?" If it meant he didn't have to talk to Nell again, then he'd just have to answer whatever question he needed to. Once he had, Nell had already said she'd stop talking to him. That made it all worth it. Didn't it?

Oh. Well. He was certainly quick to like her 'not talking again' offer, even though he hadn't seemed to mind before. But whatever! She didn't need him, she didn't need any arrancar. Though it may have been nice.

Not that she needed to tell him that. So. To the question. "Do you like thleeping alone?" Okay, so it was kind of random. But it was important to Nell, some small fact that may have been useless to other people but she would hold dear as one of the few things she knew about Wonderwyce.

She sincerely hoped he didn't counter with a 'liking whatever he was told to like' response.

What kind of a question was that? And why did she even want an answer to it? From him of all people. Shaking his head, he turned his gaze back away from her, clearly bored by the questioning. Really, what was the point in asking such stupid questions? It was the same for all arrancar. Or at least, it should've been.

"Not care where sleep." Whether it meant outside, in a bed, on his own, or with someone else. It didn't make a difference to him. ...unlike certain other arrancar he knew. "Not matter."

"Nell didn't athk where!" She didn't like that he wouldn't look at her. "Nell athked if you liked being alone, thtupid, it'th a different quethon!" She didn't like that the answer did technically answer the question.

And she certainly didn't like that it sounded like he was bored with her. How could anyone be bored around Nell! Oh, how she hated him and wanted to prove it. Especially since now, he'd leave, and then they'd have to go back to hating each other and not talking - even though she was sure he'd still think about her, the stupid ass, how dare he - and in general, ignoring each other. Nell snuck forward a step and another half step, trying to see if he'd answer the question properly.

"Not matter." He'd said it once, and it seemed, he'd have to say it again. "Sleep where told." Whether that meant sleeping in his own bed, on the floor, or with someone else, it didn't matter to him.

A quick glance backward, and his scowl returned. "Answered. Now Nell not talk again." That was the deal, so why was she coming any closer? He'd given his answer, afterall. "Warned."

[ooc: u__u All that delay, and for such a shite tag.]

Defeated. She was oh so very defeated. He'd given the answer she couldn't argue against. Nell knew what orders were.

"Fine." It wasn't, not in any degree, stupid, stupid arrancar that he was. Afixing her best angry face and pout she stormed past him - pausing only to kick him once more before skipping out of the way and continuing her mini rampage - intent on getting back to Hinamori and eating until there was nothing left.

The smaller arrancar had only three words for him, thrown back over her shoulder with as much venom as she could muster given how dejected she felt. "Nell hateth you."

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