Let Me Fix That for You (Dahlia/Gillean)

Gil was a man who had, in his time, imbibed his fair amout of alcohol. He was, by no regards, an innocent man. However, of all the hangovers that he had ever had, this was at least in the top five. With the amount of reiatsu he had spent on fighting that shinigami girl, it was like his entire body was suffering from muscle cramps at once, even his head was struggling to get up. Sadly, that was the lightest of his wounds.

A hole in his chest that had barely healed enough to prevent him from bleeding out, severe burn marks across his arms where he had fought against the tornadoes that that weird girl had summoned, not to mention the fact that part of his left arm's bone was literally jutting out of his arm. Oh, and the fact that he was completely covered from head to toe with blood, his hair sticking together in clumps where blood had coagulated in the worst possible way.

At this point, he wasn't even sure if the blood around his wounds were his own or some random human that he had killed. The spear resting by his side was as covered in blood as he was, but at least in its case it was already bright red so it didn't look as frankly insane as he did right now. At least now he was home, in the deserts of Hueco Mundo, he could rest. There was no hollow in their right mind who would attack an arrancar this close to the palace.

Rest, apparently, was not on the books for today. As something decided to poke his arm, his eyes shot open in pain as his hand moved to his spear as a reflex. This poking of his bone was an invitation to a fight, and he was ready to kill whatever hollow had dared to attempt to slay a member of the king's court. However, when he looked up to see who it was that was doing this to him, he couldn't help but recoil at exactly what was standing over him.

Throughout the battlefields that he had been through in his life, he had seen many horrific things that would have broken the minds of a lesser man. Thousands of his friends lying dead upon the fields of battle, children mercilessly slain by viking pillagers before he could get there, women in the process of being raped, the things that he had seen were quite frankly astounding. Yet, never in his life had he seen something that said "monster" more than this girl, and considering the fact that he had just committed mass murder against an entire city, that was rather saying something.

Violent pink hair like that disgusting human concoction cotton candy, a crazed smile and a petite nurses outfit - Those were the first things that he noticed, though a very close second was that saw she was wielding. It wasn't a traditional weapon, but arrancars' zanpakutos were a lot more varied than that of shinigami. It wasn't out of the question, but since they represented part of their soul, her soul being a saw was... worrisome, to say the least. Still, creepy or not, it was no excuse for bad manners to a non-combatant.

"S-sorry, lass, did you want something?" the tone he spoke with was extremely fatigued and, admittedly, somewhat irritable, like a cat just awoken from a nap. After all, she had just woken him up by poking at the bone fragment. How would she expect him to react, with a song and dance in her honor? "Whatever the case, I'm going to have to ask you to not poke that anymore." Ask, he said, but the tone meant more "poke that again, I'll give you one to match." He was a knight, and though it was his knightly duty to protect the womenfolk of his own race, she didn't seem quite... right, somehow. He wasn't sure what it was, but it worried him deeply.

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Still kicking! The girl thought as the man quickly reacted, reaching for his weapon out of instinct, though the girl had completely ignored the spear and continued to do so. Fear was a natural instinct of the sane, a response to situations that might prove fatal. Dahlia however, no longer understood how to comprehend such an instinct, and could possibly be the only truly fearless Arrancar, as proven by the fact that her first instinct when meeting other dangerous beings was to grab at their bones, and this man lying on the ground wouldn't be the first or last to experience that.

His head had lifted with every intent of being the dominant force between them, but it seemed he had a good eye, his gut telling him that this crazy yellow eyed little creature was in fact dangerous, even when her spiritual pressure felt so erratic and unfocused. The girl smiled when his eyes met hers, the grin on her face enough to make even a mass murderer shiver a bit. "Still alive, perfect." The words were cold but happy, as if this was the exactly scenario the girl had been hoping for when she had poked the man's injured bone.

The man's inner thoughts about Dahlia were spot on actually, the saw she carried the perfect indicator of what this girl was about. A medical device designed solely with the purpose of inflicting pain. He spoke, his voice a bit ragged, most likely from exhaustion. While utterly insane and barely able to keep up with the simplest of ideas, Dahlia's medical knowledge was somehow...quite in depth and accurate, another odd facet of the creature called the Mad Nurse. "Dahlia had to check if you were still alive. Dead things are boring ya know?" She answered back.

She knew this man was an Arrancar, since the only things in Heuco Mundo were Hollows and Arrancar, even her swiss cheesed brain could put that conclusion together, however it was odd. He didn't strike her as very predatory or evil. And he had no sword, what kinda Arrancar didn't have a sword? Oh wait, he has a spear, figures a man would wield an item soley for poking other people. The girl giggled a bit at her own inner monologue, the sound of her laughter just as sickening as the gleam her eyes had at some points. Everything about her was a random switch between playful and violent, but for now she genuinely intended to help this man.

"Dahlia's a nurse you know. She could fix you right up if you like. In fact, please let Dahlia fix you, broken bones are the best for fixing." The eagerness of the girl wasn't helping pain any positive pictures of her ability or skill at possible triage, and generally Arrancar weren't known for helping one another out of actual mercy. The look on her face had grown a bit...creepy, the excitement getting to her as he hoped to take a few good cuts at this man she'd never met before.

What on earth was wrong with her voice? He had been sentient for almost seven hundred years, and in that time he had met people from all over the human world and had sampled a million and one accents. Despite that, this was the first time that he had heard a voice like hers. He wasn't the type of person who was able to convince himself to just sit down and watch television so he had never seen the mad scientist trope, and the last time he had bothered to read was when he was alive, so his knowledge about pop culture was about as dead as he was. This was more than a little unfortunate, as her voice could probably have warned most people to keep the hell away from her. He knew she was creepy, but that was about it.

So, her name was Dahlia? He knew that name; it was norse, though if he had ever known the meaning behind it he had long since forgotten it. Still, it was the origin of that name itself that concerned him. He had spent the vast majority of his life fighting against the norsemen and now one was standing above him, brandishing a saw and talking about how boring dead things were? This situation was going from unpleasant to aggrivating, quickly. He knew that he shouldn't blame her for what her people did to his, but it was a life-long impulse. He had never once met a norseman who didn't either try to murder him, rape an innocent or steal stuff, and their women were no better.

"I'm fine, real-" he tried to protest, aiming to make it sound like he had no reason to ask for her help, but a little yelp of pain broke his protests before he coudl even finish. In trying to push himself to his feet, he had forgotten how unbelievably sore his legs were. It was like trying to stand up in a body that was telling him constantly to lay back down and die. This wasn't the first time that he had gotten wounded like this, but it was certainly one of the worse times. Even when he'd died, he'd been killed in two strokes so he hadn't really had time to feel it. This was hell incarnate.

As he forced himself to his feet finally, swaying in space with his arm dangling limply by his side, he shot her a look. The bags under the eyes spoke volumes about how exhausted he was, and he knew that his body was having to recuperate his reiatsu before it even considered doing any more healing. The only way to get the pain to relent for even a minute was probably going to be relying on this girl. This was additionally wounding, not only because Gil was the type of man who hated to rely on anyone else, but because he trusted this girl about as far as he could throw her. Whilst that would normally be pretty insanely far, right now it was about five feet.

"F-fine." he finally acquiesced, his eyes straying away from her face as if he couldn't bare to look at the woman he was having to ask for help. He had no idea what powers she actually had, but any sort of help right now would actually be welcomed, as hesitant as he was to admit it.

"If you're so insistant, I'll let you "fix me"." he said, only managing to do air quotes with one hand. "But don't try anything funny. I might be missing an arm, but I still have a spear." He crouched down, picking the blade up, and resting on it like an old man resting on a walking stick. The haggard breaths that came from him made it clear that he wasn't doing this because he wanted to but more because he had no other options.

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Every man always said he was fine when he was injured. Such silly creatures they were, like keeping their pain to themselves was strong or attractive. Dahlia chuckled a bit as she thought about it, as if her experience with men in the last two hundred years hadn't been basically straight violence and torture. "Dahlia knows better than to listen to that mister man. She's a trained nurse after all." Trained by no one obviously, considering she was a soul devouring monster. She watched as the man stumbled to his feet, and though he was much larger than she was, the wobble of his stance showed her she'd found a perfect patient.

She grinned after he'd so quickly acquiesced to her, the tug on the side of her lips just a bit intimidating. A smile wasn't meant to be that sharp. For Dahlia, it wasn't about earning a favor or being merciful, helping him meant she got to enjoy herself, like an addict seeking a fix. "Don't worry, Dahlia is super good at fixing everything from broken bones and festering rot to even stubbed toes!" She said, giving some examples that clearly had nothing in common. The girl twirled the bone saw in her hand for a bit, spinning the weapon in a circle before gripping the handle tightly.

Her finesse with her Zanpakuto wasn't half bad actually, as Dahlia had some talent with her precious tool. However skill with a weapon didn't usually translate to skill at triage, so seeing her so eager with a device meant to remove limbs was not a good indicator of just how powerful her ability was. She moved a bit closer to him, her eager attitude a bit unnerving but the girl showed no sense of hostility or aggressive, because at this moment her switch had been flipped and it was time to work.

"Let's start the operation." She whispered with glee as she moved in on his broken bone, the cute little splinter poking right out of his arm. She held her blade just above the broken bone, hovering perfectly without a hint of shakiness. "Dahlia promises she'll do a bang up job, Medicine is serious business." She pressed her free hand onto the bone, forcibly pushing the broken limb back into the flesh abit before scraping her Zanpakuto across the wound. But rather than serrated teeth digging into the man's flesh, a warm flush of liquid poured onto his arm, soaking him with foreign reiatsu.

The warmth might even be pleasant for a moment, until you noticed Dahlia's ecstatic face, the look of purse sadistic anticipation. How great would it feel to have her arm force itself back into place? To feel the bone snap and creak as it made its way back into place and then melted together? She couldn't wait to see his face, and following the intrusion of her invasive blood into his body he'd see just what he'd walked into. The wound would look as if it was going in super speed, healing within moments while all the nerves screamed in agony.  Dahlia's reiatsu was like a venom, mixing with the blood and triggering a response, her reiatsu being consumed as it transformed into new tissue and fixed his broken limb.

The process would feel like having the arm broken again, her power making sure to trigger every nerve so none of the pain would be lost to something as silly as exhaustion or shock. She looked up at Gillean, her sick grin overjoyed at the pain she was causing him. "There now, doesn't that feel...good?" She questioned, eager to move on and work on his other wounds, the burns especially. Nothing quite hurt as good as burns did. Though treatment would depend on Gillean's response to finding out the cost.

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It was not out of a desire to seem attractive that Gil refused help from others. In fact, were she offering any other form of assistance, it was unlikely that he would take it without knowing for sure that it was absolutely necessary. The sad fact was that after Cynan and the events of their shared childhood, he was not the sort of person who enjoyed relying on other people. He despised the very notion of being weak, and the fact that he had been brought low enough to require the aid of someone like this girl infuriated him beyond any measure. He was a knight, a proud warrior for King Erasmus, and yet he was relying on a little girl. It would be laughable if it  was not so nauseating.

A trained nurse? Somehow, he severely doubted the truth behind her claim. If this girl was a trained nurse, then he was a famed opera singer. It was at this point that he began to wonder exactly how bad of a situation he had gotten himself into .The fight aganst Yuki had been glorious, albeit brief, and he had no regrets about getting wounded like this. What he had regrets about was lettng the girl fix him up rather than asking Lord Takua to do it. Takua was probably busy, but he was trusted, and more importantly he wasn't wielding what amounted to a blunt hacksaw, with what he was pretty sure were dried bloodstains. // It began to dawn on him that this girl probably didn't have much experience dealing with living patients.

To be entirely honest, he had expected the girl to require them to move somewhere. He doubted she was allowed within the walls of the palace so he figured she lived in a cave or something. There were some nomadic arrancar who refused to join the rank and file, and though he considered them filth for betraying the king that had sacrificed so much for them, it was better than this. This look of frenzy upon her face as she said she was starting the operation already made the urge to grab his spear and shove it through one side of her head and out the other almost irresistable. In this moment, she represented not a fellow arrancar but a daemon. If she did what she was proposing to do...

The bone was slammed back into place before he even had time to react, and then the saw was in the wound. His reaction speed would normally have been enough to allow him to move away before she even thought of touching him, but in this state he could barely even stand let alone react fast enough. Though, perhaps this was a good thing, as the wound appeared to start healing itself as a liquid poured from her blade. This had to be some form of insane hollow power, though exactly what....

He couldn't even finish his thought before the pain raced through his body. In the years since he was born, he had suffered things few other people had - He had been killed, he had had his limbs ripped off, he had been partially eaten, he had even been set alight. This pain was, admittedly, not the worst that he had ever felt. It was, however, a very close second. Every musle in his arm began to scream in a rhythmless crescendo, growing louder and louder with every passing second. There was no denying that it healed, but this deal was faustian in the extreme.

After a moment, though it seemed like a miniature eternity, the pin finally ended. It was like the clouds had scattered and the sky was clear, and he had a very good

idea of what he was planning on doing with this new arm. His eyes turned to the psycho-nurse, the earlier scepticism turned to rock hard hatred. There were very few times when someone whose soul was strong enough to become an arrancar are frightened, as they are generally assumed to be on the top of the food chain, but this was a very good example of one of those moments.

A hand shot out, reaching around her throat and clenching tightly. It was suffocating, but not completely. It was hard to breathe, but there was still an airway, even if a very narrow one. What was more of an issue was the fact that he was physically lifting her off the ground, letting her feet dangle in the air. "Since you volunteered to help me," he said, his voice still somewhat hoarse ", I'm not going to do the rest of las noches a favor and break your neck. But touch me with that blade of yours again and I'm going to show you what the arm you just tortured can do to a monster like yourself. Understand, wench?"

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The treatment worked perfectly, Dahlia's eyes widening with glee as she watched the process, imagining how it felt to have your bone forcibly re-spliced back into your arm via supernatural power while nearly drooling onto Gillean's arm in the process. While some Hollows had natural instant regeneration, the process would never fail to impress someone who watched it work. Gillean's arm would almost seem to regress through time, first the bone resetting itself into the correct position, then melting at the cellular level somewhat as the broken halves reconnected and reformed into solid bone.

Then the muscle and skin had to reattach, another painful process that involved multiple nerves moving and lighting up in protest as the painful signals flooded his nervous system to pay for the process. She grinned maliciously and spoke of success only moments before her patient turned on her with very real aggression. His freshly healed and working arm shot out to grab her throat, clenching enough to limit her air ways but not enough to truly strangle her. A shame she thought as she began to gag just a bit as he spit venomous words at her.

Dahlia was small and light by any circumstance, but an Arrancar of Gillean’s level had plenty of power to lift the girl off the ground anyways, the addition of gravity adding to the pressure on her windpipe and bringing more joy to the sado-masochist girl's heart. Though he was in control, and choking the girl, the smile never left the girl's face even as she had to cough to try and alleviate the issue of breathing she was currently having. Slowly the girl reached her free hand up to grasp at Gillean’s wrist, her small hand putting out a lot more grip than you'd expect from the small weak looking woman.

Though clearly weaker than a knight like Gillean, Dahlia used only enough strength to allow herself to respond to his words. "Dahlia...never...charges, she...likes to help." Relieving enough pressure to take in a small breath, the girl continued. "Besides...she fixed you, didn't she?" The girl had only made good on her earlier promise to Gillean, though now that he knew the cost his reaction was more than expected, save from someone as crazy as Dahlia herself.

The girl didn't mind the hostility actually, the act of being strangled only made her feel loved after all. It was painful and dominant, but rarely permanently damaging if that person didn't proceed to kill you, so to Dahlia it was as enjoyable or romantic as kissing your lover might be, that nasty grin on her face communicating that message to Gillean. He was choking the poor girl, threatening her life, and poorly thanking her for medical care, and the girl was enjoying every second of it. "But Dahlia won't help if she's...not wanted." The girl promised not to strike him again, at least that's what her words sounded like.

She kept the arm holding her saw low to her side, letting it dangle like it was dead, showing she had no intention of defying Gillean, the sadistic arrancar just as able to play the submissive when her partner called for it. "Now unless you're going to treat Dahlia to dinner...and more choking, could you let go of her now?" She asked, the words coming out with just enough humor to show how little she actually cared for anything.

What is wrong with this girl?, he wondered as he kept her dangling in the air. He had known some people who died with a smile upon their face, as if they were glad that they were finally out of the hellhole that was the living world, but this was a new one. Among the many lunacies that plagued the arrancar race, he had not expected this degree of sadomasochism to be among them. Oh, sure, he knew a lot of people enjoyed causing others pain, but it almost seemed as if she was getting off on being choked. It disgusted him, and if he hadn't already wanted to slaughter this brat he certainly did now.

"I am more than aware you like to 'help'," Gil replied, his tone filled with malice and disgust at everything that this girl was. What she called helping was in fact torturing other people.What was the words that she had used? "Hurting good"? He had no problem with cutting people down like mowing grass, but don't pointlessly draw it out. If you're going to kill someone, kill them quick. Torture is uncouth and unbefitting of a true gentleman like himself. Yet, something about her nature made it almost irresistable to give her a taste of her own medicine.

", and that is the very reason why I am not killing you right now. As disgusting as everything about you is, you actually provided a service willingly. Admittedly that service is faustian, something you should have mentioned beforehand, but it does put me in your debt. Which is the only reason you still breathe, count yourself lucky you're getting this much air."

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Wait, what was that final thing that she had said? He had thought that she was enjoying being choked a little too much, but was she actually disgusting enough to... oh god she was. An eyebrow twitched as he noticed that she was flirting with him. Or, if not flirting, at least toying with him. She seemed not to care too much about the fact that he had the power of life and death over her. It wasn't that she was ignorant of it, it was clear she understood exactly where she stood, more that she just didn't care. He was right, she was a god-damned lunatic.

"Fine, I'll let you down." he said, his eyes clearly scanning the local area for something special. Then he spotted it - an outcrop of rocks sitting among the dunes, with a few reptilian hollows crawing across it lazily. He hated to crush such innocent little life-forms, especially since everything here had fought to survive for so long and they really weren't doing anything to harm him or anyone, but he doubted they would understand a warning.

Thus, he simply threw her with all his strength face first towards them. If he was on point, her face would hit into the rocks and she would... well, not die but certainly get badly hurt. A little parting gift to show her exactly how close she had just come to being lizard food.

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WC - 514 | GP - 10 | TGP - 52