Do not own story or anything

Also no female Suzaku since I keep seeing the yaoi image ugh, I pray one day someone will actually make a story with a girl Suzaku and GUY LELOUCH! But that'll be quite a while.

This was a story originally called Scandalous owned by mikanchan94 I rather enjoyed his story well just that story not all the yaoi ones since I'm not a yaoi or yuri fan and since it has been sometime that he's been on or posted I decided to continue the story for him my way but if the original writer should return and ask that I stop writing this story I will for now I want to see this story finished.

A few changes are that Lelouch will be the one from my story Elder Scrolls: Star Ocean but not same universe in this one he would have been taken from his family, he'll have magic but won't know about his power till later, he's also a weapons master and there will be some ships from Pirates of the Caribbean, all the races of Elder Scrolls will be in here well since Nords, Redguard and Imperials look like human I'm just making them human doesn't matter to me, also the unique races of Final Fantasy 12 are in this, since I do not know what the original author planned for this story I'm just doing some guess work after I post his last chapter.

Again I do not own squat

The Demon Captain

Bright flames lit the night sky ablaze with red and orange as the cannons roared through the dark sky. The once mighty ship was staggering on the water; most of her crew were either dead of plunging into the cold dark sea. Only one man remained aboard, desperate to protect the treasure with his life. His torn blue coat fluttered feebly in the wind, and he was gripping the wheel with his life as the ship continued to teeter on the water.

The flames slowly licked through the ship. Her masts were rotting and falling onto the crumbling deck. At the steer was her trembling captain as he clutched a mahogany box to his chest. He had sworn on his French pride that he would protect it, no matter who came aboard.

Suddenly, he heard the click of boots echoing through the creaking deck. His eyes widened as a tall dark silhouette emerged from the raging flames. His dark long coat brushed the wild flames, and piercing from his wide black was a pair of gleaming hellish looking eyes.

"D-Diablo." (D-Devil.) The captain whispered with terror.

The dark pirate smirked maliciously, "Mais bien sûr, Mon Cher capitaine." (But of course my dear captain.)

A shot rang through the air; piercing through the roar of the fire and maniacal laughter. Warmth spread through the captain's chest. Slowly, he looked down, and watched the blood bloom on his chest.

He suddenly felt cold. His legs gave way and crumpled under him. The edge of his vision blurred.

"L-Le trésor." (The t-treasure.) He gasped as he groped for the precious box. It just lied a few inches from his fingertips. He felt them brush against the smooth wood.

"Merci pour votre cadeau généreux capitaine." (Thank you for your generous gift captain.) A smooth baritone voice said. The captain gapped incredulously as the demon grabbed the box from him.

"T-Toi." (Y-You) He gasped.

The demon smirked, "La reine lui donne ses remerciements." (The queen gives her many thanks.) He bowed and swiftly leapt off the ship.

The cannons stopped, and only the crackling of the fire and the groaning of the ship sounded through the empty night. The captain smiled sardonically as the coldness seeped through his body. It was funny how now all seemed to be at peace, amongst the burning wood and teetering ship. All around him the mighty ship cried in pain as the fire tore her apart, and as her captain drew his last few breaths.

"Adieu, mon Angelina." (Farewell my Angelina.)

As the captain breathed his last, the ship gave one last sway before it bowed to the flames and engulfed into the cold blacked to the sea.

Over yonder a dark ship watched vigilantly over the dying ship.

The demon captain took removed the hood showing off his spiked hair that was in front while the back of his hair was straight, as he watched the magnificent ship fall into the water. It fell with an elegant grace as it sunk into the sea.

A magnificent end to a magnificent ship, and a fine end to a great captain. Though they were enemies, he could still admire the captain's brilliance and love for his ship, and now they would sink into Poseidon's arms together.

"May you find peace in the afterlife and sail the heavens" The Captain said respectfully.

And in the Angelina's death, she left a magnificent jewel.

Lelouch smirked as he opened the mahogany box. The deep blue gem glowed in the silver moonlight. The captain smirked as his hellish red eyes changed to a beautiful glowing blue and closed the box.

A brilliant treasure indeed.

-0-0-

Irritated green eyes looked impatiently at the clock. The eager plump dressmaker had been "adjusting" her dress for the past hour, and every time she fidgeted she was "accidently" pricked.

Nel could swear that she just liked to play with her like a dress up doll. She liked Madame Roselle. While she could be very gossipy, the woman had been making dresses for her since she could barely dance a mediocre waltz, but at times like this she truly wanted to strangle the woman.

"Alright dear that seems to be it." she proclaimed happily as she gave a final look-over.

Nel sighed with relief as she put down her arms. She had to admit it was a nice dress but she was a soldier not someone who wants to dress up fancy since she can't fight well in dresses. It was a beautiful shade of dark green and it wasn't as restricting as other dresses she had to (unfortunately) wear. Nel twirled experimentally. The skirt seemed to float in the air and then gently glide back down. Nel smiled as she continued to test the new dress, unaware of Mme Roselle's amusement. The dressmaker turned to the smiling maid.

"It's hard to believe she was so disagreeable when her father first commissioned the dress." She said humorously.

Sayako smiled, "Yes, shame she can't always be like that." She joked.

"Too true." Mme Roselle tittered.

"What is so funny?" Nel pouted as she noticed the chuckling ladies.

"Nothing." They both replied.

Nel pouted and crossed her arms.

"Don't do that it's unladylike." They both chided.

Nel paused and laughed heartily.

"Really now m'lady should you be laughing like so." Sayako chided.

"I agree, a lady should always be poised and refined, especially by an upstanding family like yourself."

Nel took a deep breath, "Oh, forgive me you two were just too funny when you chided me like so. It almost seemed like you two could read the other's mind."

"Well great minds think alike, isn't that so Sayako?"

"Indeed Mme Roselle."

Nel merely smiled.

"Now perhaps we can apply the powder m'lady?" Sayako said as she took out the filled container of Spirits of Saturn.

Nel looked horrified and backed away. "But Sayako I hate that horrible thing!"

Mme Roselle waved her hand. "Pish posh my Lady, it's only fashionable to be pale. Why you're even darker than pheasants." She said. "Think of what the other ladies would say."

"Really Mme Roselle, I could hardly care what those ladies think." Nel said, "Some of them look so pale they look ill."

Just then the door opened and a burly man, with slightly bent knees, entered the room. Even with the slight bent he still held the aura of a great leader.

Sayako and Mme Roselle bowed, but Nel came up and kissed his cheek.

"Good afternoon Father." She smiled.

"My rose He greeted with a warm smile as he held out his hand. Nel laughed and looped her arm around him.

The feared Duke's face seemed to cast off his stern mask as his daughter chattered about.

"Thank God you're here father or they might have snuffed me with some horrendous powder."

"Well it's only proper m'lady." Sayako replied.

Nevelle waved his hand dismissively, "Bah, absurd!" he exclaimed, "Nel does not need any of that disgusting filth. Most women I see with it look dreadful with it on. Besides," Nevelle patted Nel's rosy tanned cheeks. "She'll add some much needed color in the place." He smiled. "She could light up the ballroom without egg whites."

Nel flushed, "Thank you Father."

Sayako sighed, but she smiled anyway. Her lady looked radiating just the way she was.

Mme Roselle shook her head, but didn't comment.

"Now my dear, may I assume that you are ready?" he said.

"Yes."

"Good good, then we must be off." He sighed dramatically, "Social etiquette dictates that we, as Barons, must arrive exactly ten minutes after the required time."

"Just like it dictates that I must wear a new dress to every event?" Nel chuckled.

"Of course, to not do so is sacrilege." Nevelle smirked. "But there is one more thing I would like to add."

Nel tilted her head curiously. Nevelle fished through his pocked and took out box. He opened it and pulled out a gleaming emerald pendant hanging on a golden chain.

"Father isn't it…?"

Nevelle didn't answer; instead he put it around Nel's slender neck and kissed her forehead.

"There that should let your eyes sparkle and light up the room."

Nel smiled brightly and hugged her father. Nevelle smiled and rubbed her back.

"Come we must be going if we are to be fashionably late." He said with a twinkle in his eyes.

-0-0-0-

Out in the sea dense fog rolled over the dark waters with its thick gray blankets, only the eerie dim glow of lanterns showed the presence of black ship. The easy wind carried the sails towards the shore, where motley colored lanterns lit the dim beach and the beautiful mansion on the cliff. However, the Black Pearl will not be docking at the port with the other few ships that arrived; no, it was heading towards the cliffs, where there was a small but adequate natural harbor for their ship resting between the two massive cliffs and surrounded by a thick layer of fog in the narrow bay.

Gleaming blue eyes stared out into the dim sea and watched the festivities dance in and out of the mansion. He inhaled the familiar scent of the sea and smirked.

"Such a lovely summer night for a party." He stated. A black haired woman with tanned skin turned to the captain.

"Aye, but it seems a little dull don't you think?" she asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

The captain laughed, his deep baritone voice carried out through the dark night, "Indeed, a party wouldn't be complete without us now would it?" he asked. The woman nodded "Orders Captain?" she asked.

The captain turned to his quartermaster and smirked devilishly, "Fang, get the men ready." He ordered. "I believe a little chaos and mayhem is in order."

-0-0-

The grand chandelier hung high on the ceiling and created sparkling lights that danced along the marble floor and glimmered off of the many elegant ladies' jewels. The orchestra played a variety of waltzes for the couples dancing in the middle of the grand ball room, and the others were scattered around the tables or outside in the gardens. The people were merry, as merry as aristocrats can be at least. While the beautiful disarming smiles showed through their handsome faces, their eyes were constantly on the look-out for new gossip to spread.

Just a typical high-class party. Elegant and dull.

Nel tried to fight back the yawn that was threatening to erupt from her mouth. Lord Odysseus, of course, didn't seem to notice as he continued to ramble on about his military achievements. Or what he considers military achievements. Nel began thinking if she should compare her military achievements to his but decided against it since it would be improper.

Honestly, how long can a man go on about the conquering of some island in the East Indies that was smaller than Singapore?

"While I'm not one to boast my lady, I have to say that it was by far one of the most brilliant take-over I have ever had. Why you should have seen the looks of surprise on those savages, but of course I wouldn't want such a delicate lady like yourself to see such a monstrosity. They're so dim-witted and ignorant it would be shameful to have a lady such as yourself to be in their presence." Lord Odysseus said.

"Clearly." Nel replied with a tight civil smile. They had arrived late (exactly ten minutes), and two hours later she was stuck with a pompous general. Her patience was beginning to wane, but it wouldn't be kind (or proper) for her to just leave. Nel sighed internally as she watched the man prepare another rant.

"Yes of course, some people are just so ignorant of their surroundings it astounds me, really it does. How can they live with themselves like that? It is true savagery I tell you miss, true savagery." The lord continued, "And those pirates especially. Why they have no noble brave bone in their body."

Nel's curiosity perked up with the mention of pirates, but she knew better than to talk about them with the fat jolly lord. "Well if they were to ever attack us I'm sure your military genius will be able to get us through." Nel replied.

Lord Odysseus beamed at the praise, "Why of course my lady. While I am a humble man I can acknowledge the fact that I am a rather tactical genius. I am even told I'm on par with my brother Schniezel. Ah you have met him? Oh good, yes he is quite the genius, but it seems that it runs in the family."

"Hmm, indeed." Nel stated.

The fat boisterous lord was about to continue when a young blond male came in and smiled at them.

"Ah my dear Lady Nel I have been searching all over you." He said with a genial smile. Then he turned to Odysseus. "You don't mind if I take Lady Nel elsewhere?"

"Not at all, Lord Weinberg, I'm sure we can continue this riveting conversation another time."

"It would be my pleasure." Nel replied politely and curtsied a good-bye and let the lord find his next victim.

She sighed in relief when they were out of earshot. "Oh thank-you Gino you're a God send."

Gino laughed amiably. "I noticed how strained your patience looked."

Nel flushed, "Well, I'm sure it could happen to anyone."

"Yes but no one had enough patience to stick with him as long as you have."

"Don't tease." Nel laughed as she aimed a jab at his ribs.

"Careful the guest may get other ideas." Gino smirked as his eyes flickered to the women already gossiping behind their colorful fans.

Nel tried not to roll her eyes. "Not to worry, everyone knows you fancy Lady Stadtfeld."

"Yes, now if only I can get her to return those sentiments." Gino sighed, dramatically placing a hand on his heart. "Although I suppose that adds to the appeal." He added thoughtfully.

Nel chuckled. "She's a lucky woman to have caught your eye."

"Not as lucky as the man who will catch your eye." Gino smirked.

"And that will be a long ways away." Nel returned.

"From the deathly glares your father is sending every possible suitor I'm not surprised." Gino laughed.

Nel smiled and glanced at her father, who indeed had on his intimidating and disapproving glower on. "I think that'll keep most of them away." She replied.

"Well maybe not all." Gino said glancing to Lord Bradley who had an easy sly smile on as he tried to chat with her father.

Nel scrunched her nose. "I really don't like that man."

"And I don't blame you." Gino replied, "But I've heard Lady Milly Ashford gossiping about his proposal for quite some time."

"Since when were you one to pay any mind to Lady Milly?" Nel teased.

"You know I can never turn down an opportunity to make new acquaintances."

"Or to make Lady Kallen jealous."

"You know me too well my darling, now perhaps you may indulge me with a dance or two?" Gino asked with a merry twinkle in his eye. Nel laughed and accepted his offer with equal merriment. They joined the other dancing figures on the floor, unaware of the crew approaching the manor.

-0-0-

Lelouch carefully stepped through the brush careful not to catch any unwanted attention. When he was satisfied no one had seen him he smoothed down the fine jacket (stolen of course) and headed towards the lighted building. No one would notice him. They would all be too absorbed in their own world and looking out for new gossip that they would hardly check and see if he had an invitation. Besides many of the aristocrats were too proud to say that they did not know someone, especially someone who looked as wealthy and handsome as he did. It was terrible flaw, not that he was complaining. He smiled indulgently; it would be like picking an apple from a tree.

He scouted the land and figured it would be most beneficial if they were to start an attack around the back of the large mansion and around the hedges and move inward. The trees and cliffs would provide more than enough cover. He smiled, there was nothing to fear. He pulled out a pocket watch with an blue embedded into it; it was five minutes until eleven.

He took a glance and spotted Fang already flirting with a tipsy lord and eyeing his large collection of rings and golden chains on him. He motioned a signal for her and she nodded in response.

We attack at midnight. Lelouch smirked and strutted towards the mansion.

-0-0-

Nel smiled as she exited the dance floor. Her friend seemed to have successfully caught the hand of Lady Kallen as he now twirled the bewildered red-head around the dance floor.

"Is it wise to let young Lord Gino use you like that?" a deep voice asked. Nel turned and smiled at her father.

"Yes it is fine. You know that he would have done the same for me." She answered.

"True, but I don't like seeing my daughter being abandoned like she's nothing but a wench." Nevelle scowled.

Nel sighed, "Gino was very kind about it."

"Yes, but did he ever consider your feelings in this affair?"

And that of course was the crux of the complaint. Nel sighed again, but she gave her father a gentle smile. "I do not fancy Gino, Father. He's my friend"

"I never said anything of the like."

"I don't fancy any of the men on the floor, and Lady Kallen already knows that he and I are just good companions."

"It could have driven away any potential suitors."

Nel chuckled. "Father you make it impossible for any to come near me."

"And rightly so, I can't imagine any of these gentlemen ever being good enough for you."

Nel decided not to comment on her father's contradiction.

"You don't need to worry Father, you won't be giving me away yet."

"If I had it my way I wouldn't need to give you away at all."

Nel laughed and took her father's arm, "I suppose we should take advantage of this time then?"

Nevelle scoffed, "Of course, I forgot that when you youngsters marry you tend to forget your senile old parents waiting at home."

Nel just laughed as he led them to the dance floor once again, with the midnight moon slowly rising.

As the pair glided on the dance floor Nel could still hear the high fake giggles and sinister whispers of the ladies.

"Honestly, young people now are such a disgrace." Nevelle scoffed derisively at the giggling bunch of girls openly flirting with men. He watched them in distaste as he twirled Nel around in time with the music. Nel chuckled, "Now Father, not all young people are bad."

"No, of course not. If they aren't arrogant like Lady le Britannia they're air-heads like Lady Shirley Fenette."

Nel just shook her head. Her father continued, "Of course not all parents can produce such well-mannered independent women and best soldiers like you."

Nel laughed, "No, they aren't as great as you are Father."

"Indeed." He said. Then he looked at the emerald necklace around her thin neck glinting softly in the candlelight. "It brings out your eyes." He said.

"What does?"

"The necklace. I remember thinking that it brought out your Mother's eyes when she wore it." Nevelle smiled wistfully. "She was a great woman."

Nel smiled softly, "Do you miss her?"

"Yes, I do," Nevelle stated, "but I know she's as proud of you as I am."

Nel smiled brightly, "Thank-you Father. I think she's proud of you too."

Nevelle replied with a smile of his own.

-0-0-

Lelouch tried to hide his cringe as he gracefully twirled the giggling lady, who was, unfortunately, his partner for this dance. Perhaps this was his punishment? He scoffed, some vengeful God that one turned out to be. Nonetheless he had to thank, said God for being lenient enough to let the dance pass quickly and soon he switched his partner to a brunette in a fine emerald silk gown. She seemed taken aback by the sudden switch, and her piercing forest eyes turned to her former partner (who Lelouch presumed to be her father), who was now dancing with an equally abashed and angered young lady (she threw a nasty glare at the brunette now in his arms that promised a retaliation). Lelouch didn't seem to mind too much though; this one was far prettier and less giggly than the other one.

He looked down at her and gave her a smile, and she returned it shyly.

How cute. He thought as he danced with the young woman with the most enchanting green eyes.

Nel knew her cheeks were probably a faint red as she danced with the mysterious stranger. His piercing handsome blue eyes felt like they were boring into her soul and his hand were edging dangerously close to her bottom. But he was probably one the most handsome man she had ever met, and he exuded such a powerful charismatic aura that seemed to draw every eye towards him and of course to her. But while he would be the subject of admiration she would be the subject of malicious criticism from the eyes of the many young noble women in the party.

"Don't mind them." His deep baritone voice whispered softly in her ears. She could feel the blush flowing through her cheeks to the tip of her roots, as his hot breath caressed the shell of her ear. "They're just jealous that we make a handsome looking couple."

Nel laughed, and it vaguely reminded Lelouch of the soft tinkles of wind chimes that Fang hung on his cabin door (as a practical joke of course, she said it would shed some joyous light into his life).

The pair glided along the floor with the soft sway of music. To some it looked as if they were made to fit each other perfectly. The tall mysterious pale handsome stranger mixed perfectly with Nel's golden skin and brightness.

Nel, herself, felt so warm and secure in his reassuring arms as he glided her away from the malicious looks, and away from the reality of things. Then it ended just as abruptly as it started. The music dissolved and she found herself bowing to her partner and taking a little longer to look into those mesmerizing eyes. Then he was gone, just as abruptly as he came.

"Well that was…interesting."

Nel jumped at the sound of her father's voice. He quirked his eyebrow and she flushed delicately. "Y-Yes, I'm sure it was; if you don't mind father I'm rather parched."

He gave her a knowing look, "By all means, I will be with Lord Dalton."

Nel nodded and hastily went towards the refreshments, ignoring the looks of envy she received from the group of women. Perhaps it would be best to wander around the maze until the heat dies down.

-0-0-

Lelouch took out his pocket watch. It was five minutes until midnight. He smiled and walked up the stairs towards the east balcony. It had the best view of the gardens, and it let him watch the mayhem unfold from afar. He, of course, would be targeting the more notable nobles and acquiring their keepsakes like the beautiful emerald necklace that hung on that pretty brunette's slender neck.

He shook his head. No, he was sure there were far better prizes than that silly little trinket.

"You seem to be in deep thought." Fang said as she walked towards him. "Don't tell me that you're getting nervous."

Lelouch scoffed, "Oh please, the bumbling Lord Odysseus is not even worth thinking about."

"Then perhaps you are worried about the old gentleman talking with Lord Dalton?"

"Not really, though he poses a potential threat he can easily be subdued if need be."

"Is that just an excuse to find his pretty little daughter?"

Lelouch shot a glare at her. "Don't be ridiculous, I am married as you well know." He muttered.

Fang merely smiled. "Well just in case The Duke does give us some trouble, I saw his daughter wandering around in the maze."

Lelouch gave her another quelling, but unfortunately ineffective, glare. Before he could retort the clock struck midnight; the world seemed to pause as the lights shone down on the merry people, and then shatter with the glass panes as the band of pirates entered the manor in their tattered dirty cloths and glinting swords.

A moment of shocked silence passed.

Then the people screamed and shouted, the ladies tripping over their lavish dresses as the pirates chased after their jewels, and the men either running in fear or fighting back with bravado.

Lelouch smiled indulgently from his post. Talen soon came to him as the pirates charged their way through the manor. "Your sword Captain." She stated holding his weapon.

Lelouch thanked him and put on his hand on the sword which was enormous broadsword as well as pulling his hood up. "Ah, I love the sound of chaos." He chuckled. He soon walked leisurely to the stairs admiring the chaos that befell on dance floor down below. "Round up the treasures and take what you can!" he ordered. The pirates smiled gleefully at their leader, while the people looked horrified at the prospect of losing their good jewelry. The people scrambled towards the exits, and Lelouch could vaguely make out Lord Britannia's bumbling round body as he tried to race out the door. He had to laugh. So much for the proud brave captain.

Then he spotted Duke Zelpher fending off one of his men, with cool burning determination set in his eyes. An experienced swordsman is an inconvenience, but an experienced intelligent leader is trouble. He gritted his teeth, he would have to tread carefully around him, and also the five burly solider fighting alongside the man. He watched Nevelle's eyes dart from one pirate to another, but it seemed like he was searching for something rather than fighting off some malignant force. Lelouch smiled suddenly.

He was looking for his daughter. The very same woman darting into the maze after the dance. He smiled indulgently and went off in search of the little princess, after all how hard would it be to subdue one pretty little red head?

-0-0-

Nel cursed as she reached another dead end. By this time she was desperate enough to just go through the leafy walls. She had heard the sudden shouts from the mansion, and the roar of pirates that overcame the terrified screams a few moments ago, and she stupidly ran in whatever direction to get to the mansion. Not surprisingly she got lost and wandering around the maze trying to find the exit. She let out another curse.

"To hell with this I'm just going through." She said. Suddenly there was a deep familiar chuckle behind her. She quickly turned to find herself facing the mysterious man she danced with and the indirect reason she was here in the first place.

But there was something else; he was now wearing his hood up and had a large sword in his hand. His eyes pierced through the night and glinted with predatory ferocity.

"Well now, what's a young lady like you doing here alone in dark maze? And cursing nonetheless." Lelouch tutted in mock reproach. "What would your dear father say?"

Nel glared at him, "I don't believe you have a right to chastise me like that."

Lelouch merely smiled, "I can chastise you as I wish, my dove." With a quick motion his sword cut the air and stopped short of Nel's throat. Strangely enough she did not even flinch; instead, she regarded it with cool calm eyes.

Lelouch raised an eyebrow, "Are you so petrified with fear or are you just being stupid?"

"Neither" was the answer, and Lelouch barely had enough time to see the glint of silver shooting out from a slit in her dress and the clang of metal with metal that rang through his ears. "Hmm I missed." Nel mused with disappointment. "You're a lot faster than I anticipated."

Lelouch blinked before chuckling. "I suppose I was wrong for calling you a dove, perhaps a kitten would have been more appropriate." Nel threw another glare before she flicked the gleaming small swords in both her hands and thrusted them towards him. Lelouch, now ready for the blow, parried it with equal force. The harsh sounds of metal rang through the night. Each thrust was quick and each parry was just as quick and light. Lelouch noticed how Nel seemed to glide on the grass with graceful movements as she fought with the captain.

'I don't get it that sword should be too heavy to use with such speed but never the less I won't lose to him' She was fierce and unrelenting and what she lacked in strength she made up in her quickness and sharp reflexes.

But Lelouch was just as sharp. He wouldn't win through skill, but rather through wit and slyness. He quickly leaned down to her, using his height to tower over her and sweep her in his arms, and without hesitation he swept up her lips into his in one quick movement. He felt her give a gurgled gasp and felt her mind go blank for a second. The precious second he used to knock the swords from her loosened hand. She quickly came back as she felt the sharp edge nick her hand. She tried to move away but Lelouch's strong arms held her in place.

"Well now," he said with slow deep breaths, still slightly out of breath from their little fight, and the exhilarating kiss. "That was certainly the most interesting that has happened tonight."

She glared at him with disdain. "Unhand me you scoundrel!" she said as she beat against his chest. If the drumming hurt Lelouch at all he didn't show it, instead he merely smiled which vexed Nel further.

"I don't believe I want to Kitten." He smirked as he ran his tongue over his lips. "I rather liked the little appetizer." His eyes darkened as his hand felt the warm soft flesh under the silks dress. "And I definitely like this." He said as he squeezed her bottom. Nel squeaked and blushed profusely.

"You-you…" she stuttered as she tried to wriggle from his grasp.

Lelouch smirked, amused at her cute blushing face, "What my dear?"

"You disgusting—perverse man!" she screamed as she tried to get out from his embrace.

Lelouch sighed and decided that it was best if he let her go before she bruised him badly. He smirked and let her go.

Nel stumbled out of his grasp and glared at him once more. Lelouch shrugged and held up a gleaming emerald necklace. Nel's eyes widened and her hand groped the empty curve of her neck.

"You thief!" she yelled.

Lelouch looked hurt. "Kitten you hurt me by placing me in the same class as mere thieves. I actually have some decency to steal with fashion not to mention I believe my wife can come up with more creative names then thief."

Nel glared and ran to her sword. She gave a quick swipe at the captain but he jumped aside unaware of the thin unnoticeable cut on his trouser pocket. He smirked mischievously at her, "My apologies Kitten, but I'm afraid I have to cut this short." He truly did sound disappointed, not that Nel cared much. She tried one last swipe to get her necklace, but Lelouch was too fast. He quickly jumped aside and ran towards the cliff. As he ran through the dark green brush he heard the soft thuds of bare feet hitting the damp grassy ground. He sighed morosely. It was a pity that those delicate feet would soon be decorated with cuts and scrapes. He ran towards the cliff and smiled as he breathed in the fresh salty air.

Ah he loved the smell of freedom.

There was a soft panting behind him, and he turned leisurely to face the girl. The smirk left his face as he saw the girl hold up a silver watch. His eyes widened and his fingers felt the tear that caused the rip in the pocket. Silently he had to laugh at the irony.

"How about a trade Captain?" Nel said with a confident blaze in her eye.

Lelouch smirked and walked towards her. Nel, expecting the return of her necklace, was caught by surprise as his warm lips found hers again, and again she was in shock as he pulled away and smiled slyly at her. His blue eyes gleamed in the moonlight with amusement and mischief. There was a promise in those eyes and it made her legs threaten to collapse under her.

He smirked and leaned close to her ear. The feel of his warm breath ghosting across her flesh would haunt her at night. "Keep it safe for me, Kitten."

And he disappeared into the mist.

The predecessor of this story had 8 chapters so updates should be quick till I reach chapter 9

Lelouch's clothing is the assassin's clothes in the cover of this story img/Assassins_Creed_Black_ full image I found online

Since this was an originally short chapter I combined it with chapter 3

As for why Fang is the Quartermaster I just see her enjoying barking orders at the crew and giving them crap if they're slacking off, as for Lelouch yes he's married but to who you'll find out in next chapter.

Again I do not own anything, will appreciate reviews