I'm sorry this took so long. The AlNel community has died. I swear.
But this took months to finish... I actually had to force myself
I'll be putting up a couple new fics including a Samurai Champloo AU story and possibly another Akatsuki gag eventually.
I'm also collaborating with my friend on fics as well as an original story soon! Thus, i'm busy. Very busy.
Hopefully the next chapter is better... -sulks-
Toggamasilenitis
"AUUUUUGH!!!"
Albel's eyes snapped open at the sound of the shrill scream. Kicking the covers off, he grabbed his katana and ran out of the hotel room wearing nothing but his sleeping yukata.
The scream had come from the room beside him. That voice had belonged Nel.
The Glyphian furiously kicked the door down and drew his sword, preparing for whatever came.
But NOTHING could have prepared him for the sight he had just seen.
There before him stood a very pale Nel Zelpher, her usually rounded ears were now pointed and fuzzy, laying flat on her head. A tail hung behind her, the hair standing straight from her scare. She glanced over at him in a mix of fear and embarrassment
"A-Albel?"
That was it. He snapped, falling to the floor and laughing his head off at the sight before him. Nel's cheeks turned as red as her hair and she stormed up to him, grabbing a hold of the front of his yukata and jerking him forward.
"Say a word to ANYONE and you will wish you've never been born." She hissed. Albel chuckled, ignoring the blatant fact that their noses were touching.
"So any idea who spiked your last drink with Bastet's elixir?" He inquired lazily. Nel dropped him and shook her head, her cheeks still flushed from humiliation
"Not a clue…" She murmured. Albel smirked and stood up, eying her ears with interest.
"How ever will you survive the day with those things?" He asked curiously. Nel gave him the isn't-it-obvious look before walking to the bed.
"Simple. I stay in here all day and sleep." She replied flatly as she grabbed the pillow and pulled it over her head.
"Oh that's a great idea, Nel!" He grinned and walked over, jerking the pillow out of her grasp. "Well, it WOULD be a great idea if we weren't checking out of this stupid place at twelve."
Nel glanced up at him in sheer horror. "You're joking, right?"
"Do I ever lie?"
Silence.
"Okay, don't answer that."
Nel muttered some curses under her breath and unearthed a box of Pocky from under her pillow. Pulling one out, she stuck it in her mouth and began to think while she nibbled on it. Albel felt blood trickle out of his nose at the sight. She was, after all, only wearing a very baggy shirt that she had gotten from Cliff for their travels. Not to mention her tail was lifting it up, showing more runes than he would have ever thought he would see in his life.
And now she was starting to look like one of those kitty girls from those pictures that Cliff stared at all day.
This woman was trying to KILL HIM!
Sighing, the Glyphian sat down on the edge of the bed, causing Nel to stare at him curiously, almost innocently. DAMN her and her gorgeous green eyes!
"Don't stare at me like that, maggot!" he snapped, looking away with a blush. "Why won't you let anyone else know about this?"
"Roger."
Albel stiffened. "Oh, right… the brat…" he muttered as he brought a hand to his forehead. The overly hormonal child could even creep the likes of the Captain out.
Silence ensued between them, and soon, Albel found it becoming increasingly uncomfortable to even look at her. He eventually stood up, heading towards the door, which caused Nel to question his motives.
"I'm making sure we stay another day." Albel informed her calmly. "It's a long shot, but I'm sure I can scare them into it."
Nel was shocked, so to speak. Albel was helping –no… VOLUNTARILY helping her! Her emerald eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"You're letting me off too easy…" She pointed out as she sat up. Albel grinned and shot an evil look over his shoulder.
"I know."
And with that, he left the room, leaving Nel to fear for her life, sanity and pride.
"She's sick?"
Cliff and Fayt stared at Albel warily as he gave them the news. He glanced at his gauntleted hand as if searching for any remains of maggot blood on the tips.
"Yep." He replied lazily. "It's some Aquarian disease… err… Toggamasilenitis. Most maggots know it as the togg-flu."
Oh yeah. He was good.
"Togga-what?" Fayt frowned at Albel, not fully convinced by Albel's tale.
"Toggamasilenitis." He repeated, surprised, and at the same time proud, that he had actually remembered the word. "They shortened it so that your small brains might possibly have a chance of absorbing this information."
And look! He can still insult when he lied!
Nel owed him big time.
"It's highly contagious." Albel stated calmly. "The doctors that treat them get sick themselves and it can last for months if untreated. You'll be bedridden the entire time. So I'm afraid I can't let you into her room."
They seemed to be buying into it so far. It was then that Cliff noticed a hole in his symptoms.
"Wait… if it's so contagious… how come YOU haven't gotten sick yet?" He asked with a scowl. Albel shot a glare back that was ten times as intense as his brain racked for an excuse.
"Male Elicoorians are immune, fool." He snapped. "And I can assure you, that if you don't trust my knowledge in Aquarian diseases and anyone besides me goes into that room, you'll all end up just like the pathetic wench and you'll be stuck in this bloody inn until you're cured. And believe me; I am NOT treating ALL of you!"
Damn! He was on FIRE!
The bait had been taken. Cliff and Fayt retreated hesitantly, but made sure to keep a good distance away from Nel's room. Albel smirked victoriously and entered Nel's room again, making sure to lock the door as well. The Aquarian had just finished putting on a change of clothes as she was tackled back down to the bed. Albel was on top of her; grinning maniacally.
"Congratulations, Zelpher." He said with a grin. "You are now bedridden for the rest of the day."
Nel could only gape up at him in sheer horror as he spoke. "You actually persuaded them?" She asked incredulously. "How did you manage that?"
Albel merely smirked and let himself lean back away from her. "Simple." He stated calmly. "You are now the victim of Toggamasilenitis."
This earned a confused look from the Aquarian spy.
"To-"
"You heard me, fool."
"Care to write that down?"
"I'll pass."
Twelve noon had arrived and Albel was still lounging in Nel's room. He had spent the last few hours picking on her by pulling her tail and making her ears twitch whenever he breathed on them. It was now the Aquarian who found it increasingly uncomfortable to be in the room as his taunts became worse.
It was when he finally nipped her ear that she snapped.
Spinning around, she brought her hand to his face, leaving five cuts along his cheek that began to bleed soon after.
A heavy silence spread between the two.
"Nel… since when did you steal my gauntlet?" He asked with an unusual calmness. Nel blinked and glanced down, noting that his gauntlet was right where it should be. She then glanced at her own hand, her eyes widening when she saw the elongated nails.
"Huh… Apparently you had a larger dose than I first thought…" He mumbled. Nel, on the other hand, had become extremely frantic.
"How can you be so RELAXED?! I just sliced your face open!" she shrieked. Albel stared at her blankly before touching his cheek.
"You of all people should know I've been through much worse." He drawled. Nel couldn't help but agree with the Glyphian. Even by her own blade, he had been injured much worse than these mere slices.
"Just… stop biting me…" She muttered. She saw the smug look on Albel's face, but kept quiet as she pushed him away.
"You're a real ass…"
"So I've heard…"
Fayt had watched Albel return with a bag full of lord-knows-what later that afternoon with a smug grin on his face. Fearing for poor Nel's life, he had decided to eavesdrop that night on what was happening inside when Albel retreated to the room after supper. Bending down on the ground, he spied through the crack between the door and the flooring as his ears picked up on their conversation.
"What is all that stuff?" he heard Nel ask. The bag was placed on the ground with a light thud as Albel's feet stopped in front of hers.
"You'll find out later." He replied a little too calmly. "Now open up before I make you."
"No!" Nel cried. "Not again! That stuff tastes funny and is really sticky! I can't do that again!"
He heard Albel growl and soon Nel's protests became muffled groans. Albel hissed as their feet moved and he whispered some unheard words to her. He then let out a cry of pain.
"I can't believe you just bit me, worm!" He roared.
"I couldn't take it anymore!" She shot back.
"Well look now! You've spilt it everywhere! If you had just taken it like a good little maggot we wouldn't have this problem!
"Well you haven't had that stuff forced down your throat! How would you know what it tastes like?!"
"Why the hell would I want to taste it, fool!" Albel's feet suddenly vanished and the rustling of sheets could be heard. "Now we're going to try this again, and you're going to like it. Got it?"
"Well apparently you're enjoying this much more, Nox…"
"Oh just shut up and open wide! Take it like a woman, wench!"
"MMPH!"
"CLIFF!!!" Fayt practically tackled the Klausian when he met up with him. The blonde looked down at the panicked bluenette in question as he began a very rushed and panicked explanation.
"ALBELISUSINGNEL'SSICKNESSASANEXCUSETODONASTYTHINGSTOHERANDJUSTFORCEDHERTOSUCKHISDINGDONG!!!"
A long and pregnant pause rested between the two.
"Fayt… did you get into the Pocky again?" he asked with a frown. "I thought we confiscated that from you."
"NO!" Fayt was hopping from foot to foot now. "Albel… Nel… SEECKSSS!!"
"Well is Nel willing?" Cliff asked with a raised eyebrow.
"NO!"
"Well that changes things!" He cried. With that, the two sped back to Nel's room, flinging the door open as they prepared to beat the living shit out of the Glyphian.
What they saw before them left them stunned beyond belief.
Albel was resting at the foot of Nel's bed reading a book while said Aquarian slept soundly under the covers. The Glyphian glanced up with a scowl from his book before snapping it shut.
"You do realize you just walked into a very dangerous place…" He murmured darkly. "And in more than one aspect as well…"
Fayt and Cliff's eyes bulged as they stepped back, covering their mouths with their shirts.
"We're clean! We're clean!" They shrieked as they ran off. Albel smirked and locked the door once again before turning back to the slumbering Aquarian. His smirk soon changed into an evil grin as he advanced slowly upon the unaware woman. He crawled onto the bed and rested on her smaller form, watching her stir with amusement in his crimson orbs.
Nel awoke a while later to find the Black Brigade captain sprawled on top of her, an evil, twisted grin on his face. Nel blushed and tried to escape, but found her movements to be futile under his weight.
"N-Nox… what are you doing? Get off me this instant!"
"Remember the bimbo you saved me from a while ago?" He asked sinisterly. Nel nodded slightly. "I was indebted to you… but I think I repaid the debt after I gave you a day off."
Nel's scowl deepened at this. "What are you implying, Nox?" she asked scathingly. Albel merely smirked as he flicked some blonde tendrils away from his face.
"What I'm saying is…" He brought his face up so that their noses were practically touching. "… it's the other way around now, Zelpher."
She couldn't help but notice the fox-like grin his fangs produced as he pulled back and simply straddled her. He placed a thoughtful finger on his chin as he pretended to be deep in thought. "But how shall you repay me?" He asked softly. His eyes met hers, and he didn't bother to hide the taunting look they held. "You do realize I hate to be in debt…"
Nel remained silent for a moment, thoughts running through her mind on what said Glyphian could possibly want more than taunting and torturing her constantly. Albel loved his hobbies and unfortunately, her being constantly teased in more than one way. What could Albel possibly desire more than to see her stressed out?
"Pocky." She finally declared. Albel blinked. "What?"
"I'll get you as much Pocky as you want… well… until we're even at least." She muttered. Albel thought this over silently, regarding her and her ears with mild interest.
"It's a deal." He replied, rolling off of her. Nel sighed in relief as his added weight was removed. She glanced over, but froze as she saw what he had in his hand.
It was her chocolate banana Pocky.
"Albel…" She hissed as she sat up. "Just because I owe you, doesn't mean you get to steal from my stash.
Albel raised an eyebrow at this. "Oh?" He asked, glancing at the stick in his hand. "And why not?"
"Because I'm already paying for your own!" She shot back. Albel smirked at this and leaned down in front of her so that they were face to face.
"Well then…" He murmured as he placed one end in her mouth. "Why not share?"
His sinister look was all that kept Nel rooted in place at the beginning. Albel quickly bit the other end, slowly making his way down the treat to a mortified looking Aquarian. She tried to let move back and remove the stick from her mouth, but Albel merely followed her and held her down on the bed, making it impossible for her to move away.
He reached the last bite, and paused to see Nel glaring up at him. In a flash, she took the end and finished it off, leaving Albel with nothing. She shot a triumphant smirk up at him after seeing his frown. But it was soon wiped clean off her face as Albel bent down yet again, catching her lips in a light kiss. He did it again and again; each time harder than the last. He pulled away and paused to look at Nel's shocked face. She opened her mouth with the intention of asking him what the hell he was doing, but was cut off yet again as he caught her in another opened-mouth kiss, letting his tongue taste the inside of her mouth mixed with the remnants of her Pocky. He knew she wouldn't do anything back, nor could she fight back. He kept her legs on either side of him in order to keep any kicks towards his manhood away.
He pulled away with a satisfied smirk, gazing at Nel's flushed cheeks as she caught her breath.
"I've changed my mind…" He explained after kissing the corner of her mouth. "You taste much better. You'll be paying me back instead."
Albel watched with satisfaction as her eyes widened in horror. "W-what?!"
"What do you say?" He grinned. "One kiss per pocky… or tongue for a whole pouch."
"NO!!" She shrieked as she tried to scramble away. The captain laughed maniacally as he leered at her uncomfortable expression. Nel watched him with a mix of anger and fear. What was this guy ON?!
"Fine…" He declared. "Be like that." His eyes grew dark and sinister. "But you'll truly regret your decision… remember that…"
Nel felt him nip at her lip one last time before he pushed himself off of her. "Oh, look." He ran his fingers over her now smooth and rounded earlobes. "You're almost cured." He glanced at her eyes which still held slit-like pupils. A sly grin spread across his face, causing Nel's eyes to widen.
Albel walked down to the lobby to get himself something to eat, but was interrupted when he was blocked by two bodies.
He shot very irritated glares at Fayt and Cliff, who didn't seem all that happy to see him either.
"We know what you've been up to, Albel." Fayt stated with a frown. Albel raised an eyebrow at this. What were they talking about?
"Don't give us that look!" Cliff snapped. "We heard it all!"
"Heard…?" Albel was struck clueless. Fayt soon revealed one of his recording mechanisms and tossed it to him. Albel placed the ear buds in their rightful places (which surprisingly, weren't up Cliff and Fayt's asses) and proceeded to listen to the voices that started riling up.
"Oh… that…" He murmured casually as he pulled the earphones out. "Would you believe that she bit me when I tried to give her that goddamn medicine?"
A pause.
"Medicine?" Fayt repeated. Albel merely nodded.
"I guess it tastes weird or something… she despises the stuff." He replied as he showed them an empty bottle he was just about to throw out. "But it worked. She'll be ready to leave tomorrow."
He then paused and glanced at Fayt over his shoulder. "Why… what did you think I was doing?" he asked with a sinister grin. Fayt choked and looked away.
"I-It was nothing!" he replied quickly. Albel merely smirked and walked away. Glancing at the bottle one last time, he trashed it; feeling unusually disgusted with himself.
"Damn, that DID sound wrong…"
TBC…
A/N: Albel needs to get laid. I swear.
I will give you a cookie if you figure out what albel used as a reference for Nel's 'disease'
And make more AlNel fics! You guys make me sad!