Neliel and the Baby

Cutting deep, enough to see it. To see the flesh under the skin. Skin so hard yet so soft, soft enough to feel, to touch, to admire. Twisting the tip of his blade, the blood flowing out like an endless river, the blood squirting up and splashing him in his face. His soft complexion ruined by the crimson liquid.

He watches the blood pouring down the arm... Escaping, every drop of blood is precious. Precious enough to keep. The muscles... the ligaments.... The blood is still there.

The entire time, he smiled, he enjoyed what he did, the crimson moon shining down onto him, his menacing smile lighten up more so as he twists his blade one more time into the deceased man.

It was odd, he feels funny, his trousers are on the ground, his shoes feel massive on him, his top hangs off him as he has failed to realise that the 8th Espada has secretly drained him, as all that sits there is a one year old infant.
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|~| Denial.. Neliel's word of the day for she refused to believe that the beloved 5th espada, Nnoitra, was in fact dead.. Over & over again she cursed herself to internal damnation for letting it go this far..

Horribly white sand under her feet, shifting around as she wiggled her toe's & felt the sand slide through.. Her hands promptly tugged on her loose, green cloth, Pulling it over her large bust & over her private area's.. A sigh escaped Neliel's soft lips. & she urged herself to carry on her journey through this ugly sand-filled terra. Hours & hours passed, & yet she carried on. With each step she held her head up high till she felt the strange sudden feeling of a Reiatsu.. Neliel paused & looked about..

It was near.. a little to near.. Her mission switched from finding shelter to finding this strange surge of power.. Curiosity killed the cat, but the green ibex survived.|~|
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Each and every single drop catches his eyes. It is so precious to watch. The moonlight brighten up his vision so he can Cleary see it. The two bodies lie there at his feet, he has since removed his sword from the man he had killed. Raising is slowly upwards the blood would run and trickle down his steel.

His sick dominated smile would widen more so. He has failed to see what has became of him as he would look on at the corpses of the people he had killed before he was robbed of his age.

“So no…….”

He staggers over his swords, for some odd reason he cant speak correctly, his hand his fired up to his face as it slips out the long sleeve, his hand is small and delicate, to make matters worse the girl that is coming to him is sent crashing to her knees before him as his reiatsu to high for her to approach him.

The infant sits there, his eyes still closed, his arms moving up into the air as he looks at the them, utterly confused and lightly taken back by what has happened to him.
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|~| "What the hell?!".. Neliel's new sentence of the day.. Exactly what the hell?! Her knee's hit the ground with a large thud, Her large bust slowly poped out of her shirt.. Neliel paused & seen the small boy, sitting there with a confused-look spread across his face.. Her hands tugged on her green clothes & her lips curved into a small smile.. What a cute child!.. |~|

"Y-You.. Boy! What are you doing out here?"

|~| She called out, thunderously her small voice rang through the air. Her smile grew wider & she waved her hands in the air, despite the heavy atmosphere. Instantly, despite the fact that she had never even heard the boy's voice, let alone even known him for more then a minute, she grew slightly fond of him.

For she knows, how it would feel to be so small in such a big world... Her knee's shifted through the sand & her green tinted hair softly blew in the cold caresses of the breeze that slowly flew by. |~|
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In the lonely night the fox hunts. He had slaughtered and guttered these people like fish and there blood would stain him for a life time. And as soon as that happened he was consumed by a blinding pink light.

The smile which hides the sadistic intentions would grow smaller and smaller as he looks at his hand in front of his face. It happened so fast, his age robbed off him.

His muscles reverted to mere flab and baby fat spilled out of his spongy ribcage and filled every crevasse of his flawless, baby-soft skin. He lost how to walk, to crawl; all he can manage is to sit up.

And with that the worst thing would happen, his age robbed, his reiatsu would shrink down at lightening speed to match his new found age and body. Having had his entire reiatsu sucked out of him, it left him like this, a tiny pathetic baby who just simply is sitting there inspecting his hand. As now the woman that came to him can freely move, no longer forced down as his power has left him.
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|~| Quickly noticing the lighter atmosphere, She got on all four's & smiled to the young baby. Even though she was a good distance away, she wanted the infant to know of her presence before interfering with this child. She continued to make cooing noises & wide smile's. Her hands ran through the soft sand as they pushed her bust togeather.. She showed great sympathy to the blood-soaked infant, for she was in the same state.. Just, slightly more older.

Her eye's grew soft. She wished to take this child into her arms & make sure this young thing will survive.. Oh how she wished to be a mother at that moment. To cradle, to sing, to kiss, to love.. To have a family..

She paused her constant baby-talk & sat on her knee's. Neliel's face flushed as the thought of a family with the man she once hated. Perhaps.. she could play house for one day.. & play pretend to.. This child could be apart of her idealistic family portrait.. She loved the thought.. |~|
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Everything is so fake now, Everyone is wearing fake smiling faces, Like it's not cool to have real emotions anymore, Everybody's faking it so are you not faking it. Why are you not smiling, is it because you are not able to do it, where is your painted on smile.

You can not see the evil in my red eyes as I always have them closed, life is so bad, so gory, so much pain so much suffering, no point to frown all day long, always have a smile on your face no matter what. Why the sure fact you are not truly smiling right now after what has happened is rather annoying.

“Gaah…….”

He is nothing more than a fake angel to innocent eyes, he is meant to help all but he just fills his own selfish needs and hunger. He cannot believe what has happened to him, it must be fake. How can this be, how can he be like this, it is not possible. How can he be this age, this help-less

“He………..lp………”
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|~| Sympathy.. She quickly got to her feet & rushed over to this infant.. She quickly grasped his sides & pushes him up to her chest, in which she forgot to account her rather large bust.. She wrapped this poor child with her arms as her eye's begun to grow a sadden look..

Forever young... Neliel knows how it feels.. To be so small in such a big world. not knowing how to take care of yourself & to rely on those you love... the poor child.. He was scared, confused. Perhaps lonley?.. Depression.. |~|

"Child.. Are you alright?.. You.. You dont look so well.."

|~| Her eye's grew slightly watery.. Subdue the pain, & bring the instant motherly attitude.. Cradling the young child with in her arms She gently hummed a Rythm for the young child.. Show nothing more then love.. |~|
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He sat there smiling wickedly in the darkness, he was so small and odd yet suspicious. A signature smile that resembled a mischievous fox sent chills down her spine. However appearances were always deceiving to the naked eye.

He has underwent a change and he seems to be calm and relaxed, not acting like the infant he has became, but that would all change when your hands touch his sides, his small hands slip out the massive sleeves as he grabs his sword, well he attempts to grab it, his hands cant even clasp onto it, and he cant even hold it.

His lips curved into a frown, small tears would run down from his sealed slanted eyes as he does not even have the power to raise his sword to kill this weakling before him. Being pulled into your hold, his sword on the ground, his shirt covering his entire body, to be so weak, it is not something he wanted, and he had no clue who this random green haired person was, it made matters worse, all he wanted to do was kill her and he cant do that.
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|~| Smart.. Neliel was rather smart.. Seeing the sword make its way, hitting the ground & the infant's tears slowly making its way down his white flesh.. She begun to put the pieces together.. A puzzle with the print of a silver fox..Gin..

She smiled.. Not that of a mother anymore. That of a "I caught you" gesture.. Neliel was well aware of Gin & his sickening plans.. Blood lust.. Her mouth moved in to the infant’s ear..& slowly She begun to speak, her voice echoing like wined chimes. |~|

"Fool me once, shame on you.."

|~| Her tongue made its way out of her mouth & onto the infant's cheek, licking off the dry blood that stained his chubby-round pale face.. Caught in the act of muder..There is nothing more to this child then pure bloodlust.. Neliels first impretion. |~|
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The small fox would fall silent as the woman’s hands where placed onto his sides, he calms down lightly as he is hosted easily and effortlessly up into the air like he weighs literally nothing at all.

His shoes and trousers remain on the ground, all that covers him is his massive top, his eyes are still closed, and even thought tears escape his eyes, his smile is still visible on his face. He would wriggle lightly, moving trying to get away, not at all liking this at all.

The moon light shinning down onto him, his silver hair shimmering, as he would continue to lightly cry. This woman, should be dead for touching him, but now she had whispered something into his ears, his smile still not able to return to his face.

He knows that she has figured out who he is, but he had not figured out who she is, but he does not care, his eyes remain closed as his mouth remains shout, he will not wail, he will not cry like an infant.

But that all changes, her words ring through his ear, he knows he is in utter danger now as he knows nothing of this woman. When she leans in to him her moist tongue pushing out past her lips he fears the worst.

Her tongue would slither up his soft round choppy check, liking off the blood that stains him, his head would jilt back a bit but there is no escaping this torture, the blood he was stained in being removed in the most sickening matters.

And it happened, it could not be helped, his lips parted was, and the cries of an upset infant made its way out, it made him sick that he is now nothing more than a mere infant of insignificance
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"What ever am I to do with such a thing like yourself?.."

|~| Her eye's grew into a distant cold look. She with-drew her tongue back into her mouth & smirked.. Such a baby indeed. Fussing over how he cannot get his way. So fussy.. This world, you can get what you want, but you cant always get what you really desire. This situation should teach the child.. No matter how motherly Neliel would act, This child will not learn that she was there to help.. But, now what was she there for?.. Perhaps, she will kill.. To show Gin how it is to be on the other side of the sword's sharp edges.. |~|

"Calm down, Young-Gin, for I will not kill you. I do not kill for the desir of blood-lust. I kill for logic, for a reson.. That is what Separate's strong warriors from pethetic-beast's & hollow's.."

|~| Cold-hearted words.. Neliel truly felt terrible for talking to this poor infant, whom was such a powerful man as a adult..Terrible, Terrible Neliel! |~|
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Of course this female cannot understand, she could never understand, she is weak and but a servant to someone ten times stronger than her. The fact that the woman talks to him in the manner she does makes the fox sick.

The woman was indeed someone that he could kill easily, the tears still escaping his eyes, the wails still coming from his mouth. She would never understand what it is like to hold true power, and she will never understand what it is like to lose everything. In an act of defiance he would start to beat his tiny hands of the mound's of flesh to attempt to get away.

He would kick his tiny legs, as if this is an act of punishment for him trying to get away from her then he is sorry that it ever crossed his mind. These mounds of flesh, disgust him as he pushes his hands against them as he tries to get free.

He is literally terrified at what could happen to him, with little effort she could drop him, and that alone would be enough to kill him.
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|~| Anger.. As the child beat feriously on her bust, she tighten her grip, becoming angry with his childish actions.. Once realizing how hard her grip is, She softend her touch & placed the infant on the ground.. Such a child should best be left alone for a very long time out... Punishment..

Leaving the child on top of his clothes, on the horribly white sand.. She looked down with utter anger.. She tried to act like a nice woman, to save his infant's life.. to keep comapny, but alas; her intentions were rejected.. Blood thirsty little brat.. She shook her head & her voice became low.. thundering through the air, making it clear she was indeed pissed off. |~|

"I should have expected this.. No matter how big you are.. How strong you are, you will always be the spoiled little brat you are now..Flailing about & becoming a burden to those whom try to help you.. Child, I tried to help you, but all you wish is to kill.. Your horrible.. A hollow.."
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Being placed back onto the sands was one thing he did not want. His shirt managing to defy all meaning of logic and remain on his tiny frame covering him and providing him warmth.

His head lowers as he looks at the cloths scattered around him, what he has lost, what he will never gain, his adulthood taken away in a blinding flash, the fact that he has to where this top is a burden, a mocking one at that as he is nothing more and a weak infant that deserves nothing.

Knowing that if this woman leaves him, he will die out here, no energy, no power, no one knows he is even here.

His crying stops, his mouth closes, his slanted eyes would part ways as he would gaze upon the woman with his blood red soft eyes. Pleading with her not to leave him. In her heart she knows if she goes, he will surely die out here as he cant even walk or crawl, he cant do anything.
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|~| Sudden atmosphere change.. Neliel bent down, kneeling on her knee's as she looked at the poor child.. She felt bad.. horribly bad. No matter how he refused to listen to her logic, & no matter how badly he wanted to kill her, She couldnt exactly blame him.. She could only blame those who toyed with his mind.. Feeling bad she had made him resort to this, She opend her arms & looked at him, once again, with sympathy.. Her heart ached. Horrible, Horrible Neliel! Truely horrible!

As her arms opend, she awaited to see the reaction of the young child.. To see if she finaly wished to join her. to find safty, & to even find a way.. A way to cure him of this horrible curse of repeating his child-hood.. Neliel was even a living facr there was a way to reverse this curse..

Still waiting.. Horrible dead silence, but no words were needed..The emotion with-in the eye's did all the talking.. & her eye's were screaming apoligizing words. |~|
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He would sit there in the clothing he hates, the clothing that taunts and mocks him. He has lost everything, power, his form, even the fear he used to strike in the hearts of anyone that looked at him

He has his fox like features, but his face is round and cute as a button. He knows that he needs help, but he is to prideful to ask for it, but this is different, life and death is what is at stake here. He cant even do anything to help himself and this woman is willing to help him.

His red eyes trail down as she kneels into the white sands, her hands extend outwards to him, waiting to see if he accepts. As much as he wishes not to, not to take help from others, he has literally no choice or say in the matter, his mind hurting, his body aching, the blood that stains his soft flesh sore iterating him.

His arms move, his tiny arms hidden in the sleeves, but he raises his arms up to her, wanting to be taken, wanted to be nurtured and looked after, wanting protection.
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"I understand how this must feel to you, Gin-sama.."

|~| She wraped her arms around the young child.. Holding him as tightly as she could with a child, & as close as possible.. Despair.. She felt sadden. She felt like breaking right there, not caring if the infant see's.. She understands, but she is truthfuly scared. For once she helps this child get to his adult state.. He will, with no hesitation, End her life.. She was not ready to die.. to see that horribly lanky espada, Nnoiyra Jiruga.. Awaiting for his revenge.. Forever coarling in the after life.. |~|

"But, This is nothing to.. To feel so helpless over, Gin-sama.. I'll be right there.. Alright..?"

|~| Placing her left hand on his cheek, She pressed her lips to his forhead, tyring to ease the pain & horrible, twisted feelings about this situation.. Even trying to sooth herself, knowing she might accomplish what she had always wanted.. to help a child grow.. To become stronger.. |~|
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He would seat there on his rump, seating in his trousers. He would watch with his eyes as she leans in and wraps her arms around him. Happy that she did not pick him up.

He would simply listen to her, not able to respond at all to them, just sitting there listening to her. His arms would slip out of the sleeves, he would push them up out of the neck hole in his shirt. His shirt sliding down his form and now resting around his waist as he feels the warm embrace of her hand.

He feels her soft lips press into his skin and give him a warm kiss. The frown that was once on his face now shifts and upturns into a warm smile. His smile would remain on his face as he is lightly happy now that the situation is not as bleak as it once was.

Remaining there his tiny hands move forward, his tiny fingers would touch the woman’s face as he simply tries to return the satisfaction that she has passed onto him, his soft fingers touching her skin as he cannot hold onto her like she does to him.