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had been sitting still far too long without a real mission in what
seemed like forever. She needed some good physical activity� She flitted her
eyes across the room noticing the crowd beginning to disperse as those few
remaining soldiers getting food, clamored for seats. The last two settled
unusually close to the others at the far table and Nel wondered briefly why
they left such a large gap on the end until her eyes met a dual-tone splash of
black and blonde.
Nox lounged amongst his men with
one leg stretched along the bench as he draped his only arm over his knee and
leaned forward to take a bite of the peach he held. He tilted his head back and
rolled his eyes across the room, staring directly at Nel. A curve began to form
upon his lips as he swallowed and slowly snaked his tongue out to lap up the
dribbled sweetness upon his fingers.
Nel scowled and ripped her gaze
from the wretched man. She didn�t understand him at all! One minute he wanted
to fight her and the next he ignored her as if she were too lowly to be
bothered with. What was with him? She tucked her lips back and sliced her meat
apart with far more force than needed. His threat annoyed her to no end. If the
fight wasn�t over then why didn�t he continue it right then? She was so sure he
was going to but then he simply returned to his work and acted as if she didn�t
even exist.
She glared back up into his
direction, uncaring that he never removed his gaze from her. The smirk only
seemed to fatten upon his features and if she wasn�t as dignified as she was,
she�d have the mind to flip him off right then and there. She watched him toss
the pit carelessly aside as she narrowed her eyes at him. His teeth flashed
momentarily at her reaction and his eyes glinted just as brightly, leaving the
crimson aglow. Nel huffed. This was going to be a long day�

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�Once the
runes are inscribed, you�� Nel sighed, listening to the lector she could repeat
to herself in her sleep. She didn�t know how many times she heard it never mind
the amount she relayed to all her subordinates as well as many of the palace
guards back in her teaching days. It was always something that got boring far
too quick for her and she could never bring herself to finish her own training.
She�d much rather be doing than
learning. The only thing that kept her awake this time was the expression
across Clair�s face that read �please dear god won�t somebody put me out of my
misery� as she mechanically and rather unenthusiastically demonstrated each
position Adray spoke of.
A smile
crept across Nel�s lips and she thanked her lucky stars that she wasn�t up
there as well. However the amusement quickly drained when a finger lightly
skimmed the length of her arm. She would have sworn it off to be imagination or
a mistake in the large crowd if the owner hadn�t suddenly clutched her shoulder
and possessively swung her body against his.
Nel
immediately gritted her teeth in annoyance ready to turn and pummel the bastard
who would dare, but before she could react, his voice course and low whispered,
�Hello Aquarian.�
�Nox.� She
stated blankly, feeling her nerves calm somewhat. But what did he think he was
doing? She narrowed her eyes about to hiss her defiance but his hand decided to
shift lower. She held her breath, eyes fixated on the many soldiers before them,
as he gently glided his palm to her elbow and snaked around her waist. His
fingers flexed across her stomach as he pressured her to step back. She
stumbled into his form further, too shocked to do otherwise.
The man
bent low and she could feel his nose nestle deeply into her hair. He inhaled a
heavy breath before dripping the question into her ear. �Care to have a little
spar?�
Nel
swallowed. Despite the very obvious warmth radiating off him, permeating
through both their clothing, she couldn�t help but to feel chilled. She wasn�t
afraid of him� no� she narrowed her eyes annoyed that she couldn�t bring
herself to pull away. She didn�t know what she was.
�Hmm?� he pressed
the request as he closed his eyes. He nudged a few strands of hair aside,
exposing the flesh of her ear with his nose and began to trace the edge,
smirking to himself.
�If it�ll
get you off me!� she snapped.
�Or so your
words say,� he hummed and removed himself from her as the clink of metal
signaled his receded step.
Nel whipped
her head around, but his back was now turned to her. She rolled her eyes and
exhaled at the wild fluff of soft yet spiky tresses until he bent slightly for
a moment, mimicking her own position. His red eyes peeked out for a moment and
he spoke the words just before turning away, �Meet me on the roof.�
The girl
frowned, facing forward once again, as she ignored his unmistakable footsteps
sliding from the crowd. Meet him on the roof? What for? So he could prance
around with his sword and try to act better than her? Oh she�d show him! She
clenched a fist as a smirk of her own crossed her lips enough to rival Albel
the Wicked�s. She wasn�t afraid of him! She�d beaten him twice now and it�s
about time the third one put him in his place!

***

This was
the second time she walked down this hall and yet it still felt very strange to
her. She�d never been in here before those times and never dreamed to
infiltrate such a place. She may be a spy but she was no fool either. Nel
skimmed her fingers against the brick as she strolled toward the sunlight at
the end. This time, she wasn�t running for her life, on a mission, or anything
of the matter or sort. This time she walked this hall alone and free of will to
meet with a man in private that she never expected to ever, especially for a
little friendly spar. How absurd. It almost made her want to laugh right out
loud. Times were changing and far too quickly. Days now seemed like a blur to
her and she longed for something that could ground her back to the past, back
to something remotely familiar.
Nel entered
the light and squinted as she blocked the sun again and felt a pang of d�j� vu
hit her. Why did it seem she was always looking for the man who epitomized the
darkest of nights in the brightest of lights? She shook her head and brushed
the thoughts aside, glad to see at least the arena still remained the same except
for the two pillars used to tie hostages removed. She did welcome that change.
She glanced
up to her right, unsurprised by Nox standing in his usual spot, dangerously
upon the landing. She remembered the first time she saw him up there and in the
bright sun he almost looked like a black shadow sent directly from hell. Her heart
had pounded in her chest finally laying close eyes upon the man all of Aquaria
feared more than anyone: Albel the Wicked. Sure the duke instilled his share of
trepidation with his sheer viciousness but he was predictable unlike him. It
was his spontaneity that sent chills down the hardest soldier�s spines. Rumors
of The Wicked were spread across the lands of him as a madman sent by the Demon
King himself to wreak havoc on those that would dare stand in his way. However
what way he crossed was yet to be figured out.
But he too had changed or at least her view of
him had. Being forced to work with the enemy spun all her ideals about him in
an instant. From the very first time she had seen him outside of battle, tied
to the prison�s wall, she knew he was no monster. She witnessed the fatigue in
his eyes and malnourished stomach that like anyone else�s growled in hunger for
food not for blood as so many had whispered. In battle he grew weary and bled
whenever injured and she healed him many times throughout the course of their
wild journey. In moments of confusion, him standing there by her side in 4D
space whether the companionship was mutual or not, helped her get through those
rough yet strange times. He had become her silent rock. And because of those times,
he was no longer Albel the Wicked, he was simply Albel Nox.
�Are you
just going to stand there all day or are you going to strike me, fool?� he
barked, still perched on his post.
�I wasn�t
aware you were ready,� Nel responded with her arms folded as she tilted her
chin up at the man.
He whirled
his body around and crouched down, allowing his hand to brush the stone below
him, staring down like some twisted gargoyle come to life. �I�m always prepared
for battle.�
The girl
shrugged and exhaled her breath as the man hopped down with his fingers now
drumming against the hilt of the katana. He slowly circled her with long
strides, hunched low to the ground like a prowling tiger. He wasn�t going to
play around this time she realized at the change of his battle stance and she
slowly tracked him by the corner of her eyes.
He suddenly
stopped short directly in front of her and she quirked an eyebrow at him unable
to figure out his intentions. She couldn�t see clearly into his eyes either
with the bangs persistently shadowing over his features like a cloaking defensive
she knew all too well. He was unreadable, which immediately signaled danger.
She held her breath and hovered her
hands above the handles of her daggers but it was far too late. Albel
ruthlessly thrust the Crimson Scourge directly across her shoulder, drawing a
beautiful line of red through her scarf that splashed against her clothing. A
cry escaped her grasp and she immediately slammed an eye shut at the burning
slice it left upon her flesh. She swung her daggers out of the sheaths as the
adrenaline shot through her, unable to rip her gaze of the man�s eyes
reflecting the ruby droplets that smeared the cleansed blade.
Nel swallowed. Her hands began to
jitter. She hadn�t even seen the
actual strike never mind the removal of his sword!
A low chuckle filled the dead air
as she watched him toss the blood off the katana, leaving behind a red spray
that added to the already many stains upon the stones. She wondered for a
moment how many were his yet she already knew the answer; like hers the
majority were the cause of his own doing. The stones a canvas to his bloody art
that he held a passion and talent for like no other.
�Come
Aquarian,� he beckoned, shielding his eyes once more, �Join me and soil those
perfect blades of yours with my blood.�
Nel growled
between her teeth, ignoring the spatters of her precious life falling to the
floor. What was wrong with him? Wasn�t this just practice? She swallowed,
watching his eyes trail the moisture and had to wonder about his frame of mind
as he slowly licked his lips.
He suddenly lunged forward again,
but this time she caught it and smiled at the satisfying sound of parried
metal. He held his ground as she did hers, but the strength of her lone blade
couldn�t possibly withstand his. She grunted at the exertion as her arm began
to shake and burn in protest, but she had to hold out for just one second
longer!
�Fire
bolt!� she screamed and slammed her palm flat out against his stomach, dropping
her dagger.
Albel staggered
back with a sharp cry only for it to twist into a loud booming laugh. His voice
cut through her ears, splashing a chill down her spine that choked a breath in
her throat.
�Yes! How
unexpected!� he exclaimed between bits of his vicious titter, �I haven�t been
burned in so long��
�Nox�� Nel
breathed, heart thundering in her ears as she watched him smooth two fingers
across the charred flesh with a grip still upon his sword. Her eyes widened at
the flash of his white upward sneer and she felt the urge to step backward. What
was the matter with him?! What exactly had she unleashed?
A cry
ripped from her throat as she felt her body slam back into the stone ledge. Nox
heaved with amusement as his armored shoulder pinned her down while the Crimson
Scourge bit into the flesh of her neck.
�You
shouldn�t take me so lightly, you know,� he chastised as if she were nothing
but a mere child. Nel furrowed her brow and barred her own fangs at him as he
leaned in ever so slowly but careful not to dig his blade deeper into the
already tender flesh.
�Care not
to say anything to me?� he questioned, as she felt the wind of his breath stir
her bangs. A wicked grin slithered into his lips as he shifted, placing a knee
between her legs.
Nel
swallowed and sucked in a breath. She slammed her eyes shut as her pulse
quickened at an alarming rate. What was he doing?! She could no longer think
clearly as she felt him gently place his other leg on the other side of her
own, trapping the limb between his. She gasped feeling the skin of his thigh
brush against her own through the slit of their garments, causing another
tremor of ice to rack through her body; however he was hardly through with her
yet.
Albel
pressed his body flat upon hers, taking delight in the way the fleshy mounds of
her chest molded against his lean frame. A light chuckle rumbled inside his
throat as he watched the little minx before him try ever so vehemently to calm
her breathing, but her lungs continued to heave and he could clearly make out
the distinct trail of goosebumps rolling across her skin. A satisfied smirk
spilled onto his lips as he watched the overflow of red trickle onto the metal
he held. Looks like the little Aquarian wasn�t much when caught off guard but
she had already proven herself to him. Back then and just yesterday, even if it
was just out of luck she had the ability to defeat him and that was far more
than he could ever say for any other creature on this mud-lump of a planet.
Although
he�d best be wise to stay alert around her. Just like the many dragons he had
easily defeated in the past, underestimate one of them and even the greatest of
warriors could easily be killed. Albel pinched his eyes into slits. Yes he knew
that lesson all too well. He lost his left arm twice now for such petty
stupidity and he�d be damned if he�d ever lose it again. Yes� he pressed the
Crimson Scourge deeper into the girl�s neck, relishing the faint whimper.
Nevelle�s daughter certainly was quite that: a fierce dragon that wielded twin fangs
and breathed fire with not only her words but her hands as well.
�Lady Nel!
Lord Albel!� a servant called.
Nox clicked
his tongue in disgust. If there was one thing he hated most, it was to be
interrupted. This better be good�
Nel dared
to open an eye and watched as the man slowly withdrew his blade, painfully
skimming the sharp edge briefly along the wound. The flesh he assaulted stung
at the exposed air he wafted upon her through his sigh and her hand immediately
clamped to stop the blood flow with the absence of the metal.
With a soft
clink he sheathed the Crimson Scourge and turned toward the servant of
Airyglyph he was certain he�d never seen before. Too many new comers, he hated
them always shaking far more than needed. �What is it? Snap to it, before I
decide to cut that tongue of yours out!�
The
messenger�s eyes widened and he instantly stood at attention with a quivering
hand in salute. �The king requests an audience with the two of you immediately
upon a matter of great urgency.�
�And what
would that be?� Nel questioned, rapidly gaining her senses back as she cast a
silent healing spell. Dealing with Nox�s actions would have to wait for later.
Right now she was more interested in what the Glyphian King thought he was
doing ordering her around. There may have been a peace treaty but that didn�t
give him the right to instruct her in any mission not delivered directly from
Aquarian personnel.
�I don�t
know,� the messenger answered honestly, �but His Majesty seemed quite adamant
that you are the only two that could help.�
�Whatever.�
Nel sighed and kicked her dagger from the floor into the air, catching it
before strolling her way out. �Might as well see what he wants.�

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Author�s Note:
Yeah I know that ended kinda crummy. Don�t worry though next time it should be
much longer and hopefully more on time. ^_^! Oh and as for what happens next,
the plot starts to come in! Yay! I actually came up with a plot *gasp*. It�s
quite twisty so everyone�s in for some interesting things. Well see you around
30 days from now. I hope it�s all worth the wait. Oh and if you want to know my
progress you can just go to my live journal account.
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