log; incomplete

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When; May 3rd
Rating; PG for Nell-nudity >>
Characters; Nell Tu lisped, Kurosaki Ichigo strawberried
Summary;
Log;

There was something wrong, but the young arrancar was too busy running and screaming "ITHIGO" from time to time as she raced through the streets to really question what it was. It hadn't occured to her that part of it was because the air was cooling the water as she ran making her want to run even faster so she wasn't as cold. And it certainly hadn't dawned on her that she had been in the middle of giving herself a bath - since she'd already bothered Kira when she was covered in bug guts, Nell had decided this time she could at least do it herself - when she'd realized that Ichigo was back and she had fled the bathroom.

In short, Nell was naked.

And running through the City in mad pursuit of her most beloved shinigami substitute.

Naked.

And unconcerned by the people staring as she bellowed yet again for her favourite shinigami, dashing through the crowds and pushing people aside where she had to.

Naked.

It didn't occur to her that Ichigo wouldn't appreciate getting an armful of naked arrancar toddler, that he wouldn't be as happy - or eager - to see her as she was him, but what did it matter? He was getting an armful of naked, happy, eager arrancar toddler no matter what.

As soon as she found him, at least.

If she didn't, she'd just have to go pester Wonderwyce until he showed up to save her. And he'd still get his armful of naked, happy, eagar arrancar toddler. And she'd have something else to yell at Wonderwyce about. Always a good plan.


Ichigo had no idea where he was. All he knew was there was a fountain. And a carousel. Which was actually starting to creep him out.

What he did know was that there were other shinigami in this… place. Thing. City. He could feel the reiatsu, some familiar, most unfamiliar, and that by itself prevented him from doing something completely stupid. He wasn’t alone. He had friends here.

Wherever here was.

But it also meant that he was going to explode with worry sometime soon. Last time he checked, Rukia was dying, Chad was dying, Renji was wavering, and Ishida was the only one who’d managed to keep his reiatsu steady. Ichigo himself wasn’t doing too well back there. He couldn’t have died… right? No, Nell would’ve--

Holy shit. Ichigo started and turned on his heel, towards the distant call of his name. That was Nell’s voice.

“Nell!” he called in the general direction of the voice, storming determinedly towards it.


Screaming always worked. Always! She raced in the direction she'd heard Ichigo, a smile bubbling to the surface as she caught sight of orange hair. Just what she'd been missing. She launched herself foward with one final triumphant yell of his name, clinging to his neck and nuzzling her mask against him in a near territorial manner. Well, he was her substitute hero, right?

"Nell mithed you!" she wailed, very much a small, naked arrancar crying onto his shoulder. "Nell waited!" Finally, she could show Cipher and Lady her favourite shinigami since, well, ever. And she wouldn't have to worry about Isane if she wanted to share the bed with Kira.

Though... "Doeth Nell have to thare with Rukia-thinigami or can Nell be with you?"


Ichigo froze in his tracks as Nell threw herself at him, latching onto his neck and snuggling against him. He tensed instinctively, body slowly relaxing as tears soaked his uniform, her wails loud in his ear. He’d never admit it -- he wasn’t admitting it -- but he’d always had a soft spot for the little arrancar. She reminded him a lot of his sisters.

“Hey, Nell,” he said softly. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he lifted an arm to return the hug, when he noticed--

“Nell! You’re--WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?” This was bad. She shouldn’t be running around naked, dammit. Every older brother instinct in him screamed against the idea. Shit. He resisted the urge to flail, instead throwing an arm around her, hiding her against his chest.


Oh... Riiiiiight. She'd been in the bath. She giggled sheepishly, sinking into the embrace happily. "Nell wath taking a bath!"

It was fully, fully worth the immersion in water, as pointless as it seemed at times, if everytime she took one she could wind up like this. But Ichigo would probably prefer to be inside somewhere... Well, if she'd shown Cipher, she could show Ichigo! "Nell will take you to where Nell thtayth thometimeth?" Not that she had any clothes there, either... Her single outfit remained on Kira's bathroom floor.

Not that she minded. Another small giggle escaped her as she snuggled against the larger of them, very content with everything.


Right. A bath. SO WHY DIDN’T SHE PUT ON SOME CLOTHES? Ichigo sighed quietly and tucked her against his chest, allowing himself a small smile. She really did remind him of his sisters. Using his uniform sleeve as a makeshift blanket, he made sure to cover all the important parts; last thing he needed was someone perving on Nell. Shit, that was wrong.

“Yeah--” he began, but cut himself off. He had somewhere he needed to go first. Someone that he needed to know was alright. Ulquiorra had said that -- no, he didn’t believe Ulquiorra. She was alive. But her reiatsu had nearly disappeared --

No, she was alive. “Actually, take me to Rukia.”


The smile disappeared in an instant, replaced by a pout. "Nell doethn't know where the ith. The'th been thtaying with Momo and Hitthu, but Nell doethn't know if the'th there right now..."

Nell didn't want to find Rukia. Not after last time- ...He didn't remember last time. That was... Good. Maybe. She would rather take him to her special place, but if it was what Ichigo wanted-

She buried her head into his shoulder, fingers happily wrapping around the black fabric of Ichigo's uniform despite her expression. "The thixth building."


Ichigo frowned, brows pulling together as Nell’s face fell. Something must be wrong, he could glean that much, and he felt suddenly uneasy. Dammit.

“Is she okay?” he asked, still standing unmovingly by the fountain. He had no idea where the sixth building was, and it was then that the enormity of the city hit him. People and buildings were everywhere, and Ichigo was reminded of that first trip into Seireitei. Actually, it was his only trip into Seireitei.

Not that he was intimidated. He wasn’t. He was just… anxious, is all. He should really start moving, at the very least so he could feel like he was doing something. “Where’s the sixth building?”


Of course she was okay. It was Rukia. She was worse than Wonderwyce in persistance. Grumbling and mumbling a little yes the small arrancar buried her way further into the embrace. A muffled "that girl'th here too," escaped her, momentarily forgetting the girls name. The whole reason she'd met Ichigo- She didn't really speak to her. For various reasons. Mostly because she didn't seem to be around much. Partially because she spent time with Cobray - oh, she didn't like him much - and partially because she was on the same level as Rukia. Someone to take up all of Ichigos time.

Time that could be spent with her.

Nell pointed to the tall building in the distance, muttering "it hath the number thix on it, thilly," as she did so. As if all things were obvious. And not going to mean less time with her substitute.


Ichigo felt better at that, relieved, at least, that Rukia was okay. He shifted and let Nell bury herself in his chest, instinctively giving her a grateful squeeze.

“What--?” What girl, he’d started to say, before it suddenly occurred to him. Inoue. The whole reason he’d invaded Hueco Mundo in the first place. There went another load off his shoulders. At least she was here and not there. “Inoue’s here? Is she okay?” he asked automatically, looking down at the naked girl burrowed in his chest. He really needed to find something she could wear.

Her finger shot out, and he changed course accordingly, squinting at the tall building she’d indicated. So it did have a number six on it. Well. How convenient. Grumbling, he stomped through the streets, making sure to keep one eye on the giant building ahead of him.


Ah- She gurgled happily at that, her own grip tightening. There really was nothing like Ichigo. Not even her time spent with Wonderwyce - Well, how could it? He was a stupid, impotent, miserable ass and she hated him. She liked him too, but not nearly enough. Everyone else simply paled in comparison, as they should.

"The'th okay, latht Nell knew." Which, granted, had been some time ago. But surely that stupid Cobray kid would have complained if something had happened. So Nell assumed things were the same.

But if Ichigo didn't remember anything, then he wouldn't know Momo, right? Did he know Hitsugaya? It was so hard, trying to work this sort of thing out! And he still hadn't answered her earlier question. Risking a glance up at the shinigami, Nell gave her mask a tug before repeating it. "Nell can thtay with you, right?"


Good. Okay. Another worry lifted off his shoulders. Rukia and Inoue were alright, and he could ask Rukia about Renji, Ishida, and Chad. As long as everyone was safe, he could rest easy. Well, relatively easy. He still had no fucking clue where he was and how he’d even get back home.

Home. Shit. Ichigo winced, thinking of his father and sisters. They weren’t here too, were they? He had no way to detect them like he could the other shinigami, so he’d just have to ask Rukia. Or something. Damn, all of this was so complicated. He couldn’t just run in and start hacking and slashing. First, he had to find his friends. Nell would take him there. Second, he had to figure out how the hell to get back. But apparently Nell and Rukia and everyone else had been here for a while now, and they hadn’t yet found a way home.

He looked down at the sound of her voice, startled out of his thoughts, and answered, “Yeah. Sure.” He glanced back up at the sixth building, increasing his pace.


Success in the form of two words. No elaboration needed, of course. Nell was very used to sneaking into beds at this point in time, and rather good at it too. Even better at clinging to people despite attempts to get her off, even while asleep. The hand holding she'd get to. Rukia- Well. Uh. Nell didn't know. But, she'd do something! Like not mention Di Roy and his desire to kill her? No, she should probably tell him about that... But later. Everything else later.

"Momo'th ith room fifty-two." She wanted to ask how Pesshe and Donde Chakkar were, but the chances that he knew were far too slim. She'd just have to hope. Renji had said Donde Chakkar was, and weirdy-glasses was with Pesshe, so. It was all good. Hopefully. ...They had been breaking into arrancar territory, after all.

But the City wasn't anyone territory. "Can we thtay near Ithuru?" Nell liked the quiet shinigami for reasons that escaped her, liked the fact that he didn't treat her like a child as so many others were prone to, didn't treat her like an arrancar, was nice about things. Understanding. In a word, Izuru. And if she had to, she wanted to know she had her escape route. He wasn't the strongest, but Nell trusted him a lot more than most of the shinigami, and that was enough. "Nell wantth to be with all of Nellth friendth," was her next mumble, fists clenching and unclenching on the fabric around her.


“Fifty two,” Ichigo repeated absently to himself. The building was even bigger up close than it was far away, seeming to stretch on forever. Exactly how many rooms were in this thing? He frowned and pushed open the door, moving slowly down the hallway, reflexively tightening his hold on Nell. The last thing he needed was to lose her.

“Who?” Ithuru? Who was Ithuru? Must be a friend. It seemed Nell had been here a long time, long enough to make some friends. Ichigo could recognize arrancar reiatsu; maybe that was where she got all her friends. After all, she was an arrancar. It was easy to forget, though. She seemed so human.

The hallway kept going and going, but Ichigo found himself slowing down slightly, as if sensing Nell’s mood, her small fists bunching in the fabric of his uniform. Frowning, he shifted her in his arms, moving her higher up his chest so they were almost cheek to cheek.


"It'th up a few floorth!" Two, to be precise, but the numbering system was rather odd in these buildings. At least the room was close to the stairs so it would be easy to spot for Ichigo. Stairs that were still a bit further down. Stairs that could take forever to reach for all she cared.

Ah, but if there was one thing she loved more than telling people about Ichigo, it was badmouthing Wonderwyce. And after that came talking about her other favourite shinigami, Kira Izuru included. '"Ithuru! He'th a friend of Momo'th and Renjthi'th, a thinigami. He'th reaaaaaally quiet, and lookth thad a lot. But he knowth thome really good thtorieth!" Nell couldn't help but grin at the thought of the blonde she'd been staying with previously. It was just a few buildings over, far enough for her to feel removed from her other favourite shinigami, but not too far that it wasn't easy enough to visit. Depending on how active the arrancar were. Stupid Wonderwyce-

The smile stayed in place at the shift in positions, small arms snaking around his neck on instinct, clinging, near enough nuzzling though mindful of her mask. "Nell'th glad you're here."