The Brutality Of Fate [A Tale Of Life In Mordhaus]

Chapter 17


Nathan continued to make his way down the hallway to the rec room, walking very slowly though. He was thinking hard about the events of the past day and a half. I dunno when I started to fuckin get so...fond of her? He thought, somewhat confused. It doesn't make any sense, he thought again, it shouldn't have been so different from any of the other girls I've been with. Of course, not that I've had that many goddamn long term relationships, he thought sourly. He was still thinking about what made his girl so different. She did seem very childish, but also seemed like a very mature woman, if a bit inexperienced.

Maybe that's why, he thought. She hasn't really been with a guy before, that fuckin bastard in that chamber sure as hell didn't count. But, he was not sure if she had had any previous relationships either, he only knew that she was a virgin before all this. All she seemed to know from men though so far was hatred and hurt, and that was just plain fucked up. She was very passionate though and seemed to crave affection, especially only from him. Why only me though? He thought, I'm not that fuckin special. But still, he thought, why do I feel this strong need to like fuckin protect her and keep her so badly?? He was still very frustrated and confused. He hoped maybe Pickles would have better insight into this than he did.


He made his way into the rec room, noting that Pickles had already beaten him there. He was already submerged in the hot tub, case of beer sitting next to him along with his Dethphone. Nathan let out a sigh of relief, nothing like booze and a best friend by your side. With that, he wordlessly made his way over to the hot tub, shedding his clothes. Though, he kept a tight hold on his keys, knowing that if someone were to steal them, they could get a hold of his girl. Shaking bad thoughts away, he sank gratefully into the hot tub, accepting a freshly opened bottle of beer from Pickles wordlessly.


They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes before Pickles spoke up, "Dood...Na'ten...yer chick...alright, man?" Nathan let out a deep sigh, growling lowly, "I dunno, dude...I didn't wanna tell ya...but...some bastard in that...goddamn chamber that we put....ya know, the people...that wanna be Gears?" Pickles nodded, "Yea, I know." Nathan growled lower, "Fuckin...before the goddamn battle and shit....some bastard...fuckin...was messin with her...she ya know...tried to fight back and shit....but, ya...he fuckin....raped her....and I guess...it's still...really fuckin her up, dude....she had like....a fuckin....breakdown...cause we couldn't....ya know...fuck." He finished his sentence with a long chug of beer, still feeling his girl's pain.


Pickles eyes widened considerably in horror, nearly choking on his own beer, "Holy shit, dood, I didnin know dat. I was kinda wonderin why ya hadn't, yeh know, fecked her yet. Gahddamn, does feckin...Robot know?" Nathan nodded, again taking another swig, "Ya...I fuckin...had to tell him and shit....after I had taken her to....the goddamn hospital wing....dude, ya know those two...fuckers I killed that were on her?" Pickles nodded, "Yea?" Nathan growled lower, draining off the rest of his beer, "They fuckin...kicked her so fuckin hard....that they...fuckin broke one of her ribs, dude....so ya, that too....I wish I could've...ya know...killed em off more...fuckin slowly for that.." Pickles shook his head, draining off his own beer, "Dood, even I know ta never hit a feckin...chick...I mean, gahddamn, dat's jus'...fecked up." Nathan snarled angrily, "I know, dude...it is fucked up...she didn't deserve that...fuck."


Pickles again shook his head, reaching for another beer, "Dood, no chick deserves dat. No matter how much of a bitch they are, Nat sayin yer chick is a bitch, dood, so don't feckin...freak out on me, gahd." Nathan growled low, "You should know....by now, dude, that my chick...is no fuckin bitch." Pickles smirked, popping open his beer and taking a long drink, "Heh yeh, dood, I know. She still seems ta feckin...wership ya. I mean, wow, she really gat attached ta ya quick...jus' sayin." Nathan turned away, growling low. Pickles smirked wider, letting out a dark chuckle, "Dood, are ya feckin...blushin???" Nathan grunted unpleasantly, not wanting to face the mocking, "Keep fuckin...mockin me, dude....and I'll fuckin....fuck your world up!" Pickles chuckled darkly again, "I wasn't mockin ya, dood. I was jus' sayin, I think yer gettin a bit attached ta her too, I kin tell...ya know."


Nathan growled irritably and threw his empty beer bottle towards the wall, where he was satisfied to hear it shatter instantly. He snarled in irritation, "Fine...maybe I am, dude...but fuckin...why me?? And fuckin....answer me this, dude...why do I wanna....fuckin protect her so badly, huh??? Ugh." With that said, he snatched up another beer from the case and popped it open. Pickles seemed to be thinking hard for a minute, sipping thoughtfully at his own beer, "Well, frem what I kin gether so far, dood, ya were teh one dat, ya know, rescued her and shit. So yea, naterually, she's gonna look ta ya fer, ya know, protection. I mean, yeh are teh biggest, most intimidatin dood...in teh band, ya know? And I've seen her, dood, she's feckin..tiny and shit, nat sayin she's weak or anything. But still...hell, even I'd wanna protect her too. So, I can't blame ya fer wantin ta so badly either, think about dat, dood."

Nathan nearly choked on his beer, "Wha?? You'd....do that for...her too, dude??" Pickles smirked, taking another swig of beer, "Ya know, I actually would. I kinda like her, dood. She kinda reminds me of like...Toki? Innocent, kinda childish, ya know?" Nathan nodded, taking another swig, "Ya...I thought so too....but still, dude....she can be...ya know...kind of aggressive too." Pickles laughed, draining off the rest of his beer, "Her, dood?? Don't look like it, cept, I did notice teh feckin...bite mark on ya, dood. Heh, how'd dat feckin happen??" Nathan was kinda shocked, quickly chugging down the rest of his beer before growling out loud, "Wha?? Where???" Pickles pointed out to his neck, giggling manically, "Right dere, dood, near yer...shoulder." Nathan blushed, growling softly, "Ohh....ya....I remember now....yeah..." Pickles looked at him, eyebrow cocked while reaching for another beer, smirking evilly, "Well??"


Nathan turned away, reaching for another beer while grumbling out softly, "Heh, she liked....her surprise, dude, a lot...she like...fuckin pounced me and we kinda...ya know....she just made me....so fuckin horny...that I kinda...blanked out, and I guess while I was....ya know...pleasuring her...she fuckin...bit me...was pretty brutal, dude." Pickles eyes widened again, popping open his beer with a evil smirk, "Heh, I told ya she'd feckin like it, dood. Wow, what teh feck...were ya doin ta her ta make her feckin bite ya dat hard???" Nathan blushed again hotly, popping open his own beer and taking a long drink, "Just....fuckin....grinding her against me, dude...I mean...we can't...ya know...fuck yet...but she seems to fuckin....like it...a lot." Pickles laughed evilly, taking a swig of beer, "I guess so, dood, cause I aint never seen a chick...feckin...leave bite marks on ya before. Heh, sounds like she's pretty...ehh...vocal, dood. A real feckin...wildcat, sounds like it anysways. Heh, ya always bring out teh inner beast in a chick, I've noticed."


Nathan snorted in dark amusement, "Heh, I guess so....I got me a fuckin....screamer though, dude....goddamn...and oddly enough..she seems just as....ya know...uhh...insatiable...? As I am....it's like....she's never been...with a guy before, dude." Pickles again perked up, nearly choking on his beer again, "Dood! Ya lucky basterd! Nat only did ya get a feckin...screamer...but, a virgin too! Cause dat asshole before ya don't feckin count." Nathan smirked darkly, taking a swig of his beer, "Heh, fuck ya, dude..." Pickles suddenly frowned, "So, why teh whole Master thing den, dood?? I mean, can't she jus' be...ya know....yer girlfriend or somethin???" He asked in puzzlement.


Nathan turned away from Pickles, chugging down the rest of his beer hard. Goddamnit, he thought, I was hoping he wouldn't ask that fuckin question. Cause I don't even know the goddamn answer myself, he thought again wildly. He kinda knew why he did it, but he wasn't sure if Pickles would buy that answer. Nathan hung his head, kinda feeling like shit for not telling his best friend everything. But, this was the only way he felt he could get his girl to stay with him, the only way he could keep her. But, he was not sure if Pickles would understand that or mock him again. He just snarled low at Pickles in anger, "I have my own....fuckin reasons for doin this....dude....ya just...wouldn't understand, ya fuck!! Just fuckin....leave it...god."


Pickles frowned at him again, "Gee, dood, don't bite my feckin head off. As long as she's ya know...happy with ya...doin dat..." Pickles trailed off, taking another swig to cover that feeling like he had maybe pushed it with that comment. Nathan again turned to Pickles with an even more angered roar, "Goddamnit, Pickles!!! She....fuckin likes it!! I'm fuckin...good to her, dude and you...fuckin know that...fuck, don't ever...uhh...insinuate..that I fuckin...hurt her, dude....that's just fucked up....I just..." Nathan broke off, feeling like breaking something. He took up his last two empty beer bottles and hurled them at the wall again, roaring with frustration. Pickles watched with wide eyes, glad it wasn't him being smashed against the wall, "Dood...Na'ten, ya really....like her...don't ya?? Tell me dat's at least gettin through yer thick skull."


Nathan turned away again, blushing hotly, remembering how he and his girl had played with their roses on each other's bodies. He gulped hard at that memory, of how intimate it was for both of them, his heart was starting to hurt again with those thoughts. Pickles looked at Nathan in shock, seeing him first blushing hotly, then turning deathly pale. Somewhat concerned now, Pickles decided to roughly poke Nathan in the shoulder, hoping his band-mate would wake the fuck up. Nathan just looked at him with wide eyes, still deathly pale. Pickles frowned, "Dood...Na'ten, are ya...okay? Did ya guys do somethin...dat ya never done before? Cause ya look freaked teh feck out.." Nathan nodded wordlessly, unable to answer due to his heart being stuck in his goddamn throat.


Pickles was puzzled, covering his confusion by draining the rest of his beer, wondering why Nathan was not answering. He finally saw Nathan gulp hard again and rumble softly, "Ya..we did, dude...and ya...I am still freaked the...fuck out from it...don't get me wrong....I liked it...a lot....it just....hurts..." He trailed off, feeling stupid and shy. Pickles tilted his head to the side, curious now as to what they did, but not wanting to push Nathan. He enjoyed living too much and did not want to meet his end due to a raged out frontman. Pickles decided to just sit back and pop open another beer, waiting for the freaked out singer to speak for himself.


Nathan again snatched himself another beer, noting that the case was disappearing fast. He quickly popped it open and chugged most of the bottle down in one swallow, trying to gather the courage to tell Pickles of his intimate moment with his girl. He took a deep breath and looked at Pickles, who was waiting patiently for him to speak. He growled lowly, staring down at his keys in his hand, fidgeting with them, "Ya know I had those....long stemmed...roses..right, dude?" Pickles nodded, sipping slowly from his beer, "Yea, ya told me, dood." Nathan cleared his throat roughly, still blushing, "Ya, well...we were...just kinda, ya know....fuckin around with em...and I felt the urge to like....ya know...touch her with....just my rose...so I did...just like...fuckin...down her face and neck...dude, I have never...seen a chick...love that kinda attention...from me ever....most of em always....just fuckin want....sex from me...never anything else...but her...she was so happy...when I did that...to her, dude." Pickles nodded again, secretly pleased that Nathan had found someone to be intimate with other than just having sex all the time.


Again, Nathan cleared his throat roughly, blushing more furiously now, "I decided to ya know....try it with her....on her whole body...ya know...that fuckin...took a lot of....goddamn willpower, dude....she was all gigglin one minute....the next fuckin...screamin my name...god...but, here's the thing, dude...that fuckin...freaked me out on that part..." Pickles nodded again, more curious now, taking another swig from his bottle. Nathan took another swig of beer himself, hardly noticing that he had killed it in two swallows. He growled lower, still blushing furiously, "I heard her gigglin so...happily...because of me....cause of what I was fuckin....doin to her...I uhh...realized that...I like it when she giggles....like that, dude... for some goddamn reason...it makes ya know...the goddamn pain stop....it's fuckin weird."


Pickles nodded again, smirking internally, he knew what that pain was that Nathan was feeling. But, he knew he had to let the frontman figure that out for himself, cause he knew that Nathan would never believe him again if he told him that the pain was love. He again focused his attention on the singer, anxious to gain more insight into how much closer they had gotten. Nathan had cleared his throat again more harshly, growling out roughly, "Dude...I fuckin let her...do it to me too..." Pickles almost did a double take with that, choking on his beer, thinking wildly, he let her be intimate with him...like dat?? Nathan looked at Pickles' shocked beer soaked face with dark amusement, "Heh, I know, dude....but...she just wanted to...fuckin ya know...return the favor...even though...no chick...ever gave back to me....like that....I never let a chick see me....so goddamn uhh....vulnerable....but, fuck it....I wanted her to do that....to me...no chick has....ever given me...special fuckin attention...like that, dude...it was fuckin...powerful...even though she was all like....shy and innocent...about it...I mean, god, dude....she still fuckin...blushes seeing me naked....it's almost...kinda, ya know....fuckin cute." Nathan blushed madly again, putting his head down.


Pickles was indeed shocked, but now secretly happy for his bandmate as well. He knew that the girl was already slowly breaking his defenses and showing him that she was different. He knew now that the girl loved Nathan very deeply already. He saw it in her eyes now every time she had looked at Nathan, but knew that most likely she was in denial about it as well. Most likely is in jus' as much pain as Na'ten is, Pickles thought with a mental snort, draining off his beer, they are both feckin stubbern. He wondered now what happened with the girl's breakdown though, worried that she was still hurting too much for the big man to handle, but had no idea how to bring it up without the singer ripping his head off. Pickles decided to try the subtle tactic, "So, ya gat her a little too hot den, huh, dood?"


Nathan snapped his head back up with a gravely sigh, digging around for another beer. Finding none left, he roared out in irritation to the Gear posted by the rec room door, "Hey!! Bring us another...case of fuckin...beer! Got that, douchebag??" The Gear nodded and saluted, disappearing quickly through the door. Nathan put his head in his hands, growling brokenly, "It was my fuckin fault, dude...I decided to ya know....tease her with the fuckin...whipped cream....heh...fuckin...let her experience....me goin down on her...goddamn...that was fuckin awesome....I guess I fuckin....got her too horny though, dude.....god, she wanted me so bad....I felt like shit...arguing with her...but, the doc says....it could hurt her more if I...ya know...fuck her....so ya...that's when she fuckin...just started cryin, dude....I couldn't do shit about it either....I felt...fuckin...helpless...like I fuckin...failed at takin care of her, dude....I wanted to fuckin...track that bastard down...that did that...to her...and kill him, brutally....I still do actually.." He sighed deeply again, putting his head in his hands again.


Pickles felt bad for Nathan there, he knew now that deep down Nathan also loved his girl very much already, but seeing his desire for committing cold blooded revenge murder again was not good though. But still, he hated to see Nathan blame himself, it wasn't his fault. He knew that Nathan and his girl would probably only admit their love for each other though sex anyways, unless they could find another way. He shrugged off his deep thoughts for now, murmuring softly, "Ya know, it wasn't yer feckin fault, dood. She jus'...wanted ya, and I know ya want her too." Nathan moaned roughly through his hands, "God, of course I do, dude....I wanna ya know...make her...mine...forever....I just...want her to fuckin....stay with me.." Pickles was shocked again, but somewhat pleased, that was about as close to a love confession as he was gonna get from the singer for now though. He shook his head, "Dood...Na'ten, I am sure dat she'll stay with ya. Even if ya don't feck her, she...wants ta be yers too and I know ya both kin do dat without feckin fer now. I know ya kin.." He trailed off, not sure if he had pissed off the singer now.


Nathan looked up at him, looking very pale again, "I hope you're....fuckin right...but, I fucked up...somewhere else, dude....she tried to leave....and I used somethin...that I bought her....to fuckin...make her stay...she said that I...deserved better than her...that fuckin....hurt, dude...I dunno why...but, it did...seeing her almost leave..." He trailed off again, voice breaking slightly. Pickles was again shocked at this, also thinking wildly, he didnin buy her what I think he did, did he?? He tilted his head to the side again, "Dood, what teh feck did ya...git her ta make her change her feckin mind??" Nathan gulped hard, turning so deathly pale again, that the drummer almost feared that the singer would pass out on him right there. He finally grumbled brokenly, "I got her...a ring, dude...14 carat....white gold...fuckin...onyx heart stone...uhh..quarter carat diamonds...around it...had it fuckin...uhh...customized with a really...brutal skull and crossbones design...uhh....etched on the fuckin...stone...along with my...uhh...initials in red....heh, fuckin...looks like it's dripping blood, dude...I fuckin loved that effect....metal as hell...yea...I even...ya know...put it on her finger...myself...yeah..."


Pickles again reeled mentally in shock, Nathan can be so clueless sometimes, but did he not realize that he had just given his girl a goddamn promise ring??? Apparently not, by the looks of it. Pickles almost wanted to just whack Nathan in the head hard, he almost had to cover his mouth to try and silence himself from yelling at the singer in frustration that he had just given his girl a goddamn ring that promised engagement. Pickles shook his head again, thinking sourly, Gahd..I kin already foresee these two killin me here with their feckin cluelessness. Heh, he also thought sarcastically, they really do belong tegether den. Pickles wondered then if the girl knew what her ring meant, surely her girlfriends had seen it and told her what it meant. Though, seeing as how much like Nathan she was so far, he was sure that the girl probably didn't even believe her friends either.


Their attention was cut off abruptly though, by the huge hanging plasma TV. Which was now blaring loudly the daily show, "The Dethklok Minute." Pickles looked up at the TV in shock and concealed anger, hoping futilely that Nathan wouldn't see it. He watched as it cut to a shot of Nathan and his girl when they went to the mall that afternoon. Though, he now had to hold back a crooked smile nonetheless at seeing the happy girl clutching Nathan's arm tightly, also seeing an almost gentle loving smile on the singer's face for once as he looked down at his girl. The announcer was now excitedly saying, "And what's this we see? It looks as though Dethklok frontman, Nathan Explosion, has currently found himself another love interest. Not much seems to be known about this young lady though, which brings questions about where she came from, whether she is with the singer willingly, and some also speculate that she may have even been kidnapped by the singer. Sources have said that the singer has now utilized the Master/Slave Lifestyle in order to keep a tight hold on her. Women everywhere are now in a state of chaos, not including the mass suicides that have now occurred. But, now also ranging from support for the young lady, angrily demanding that she be released from her slavery, to others who support the Lifestyle and even wish the singer and the young lady nothing but happiness. Rumors have also been spreading abound that now Nathan Explosion has also been demonstrating the use of BDSM techniques to punish the young lady in his grasp severely every time she tries to leave him. More insight will be looked into this to see why the singer has suddenly taken on such a dark, evil, sadistic persona in order to now secure his full dominance over women, including this latest unfortunate young lady currently under his tyrannical rule. And that's The Dethklok Minute."


Pickles gulped hard as he heard the sounds of Nathan's angered low snarling, he knew Nathan had just seen that. Greatly daring, he slowly turned to look at the singer, and almost wished he hadn't. Nathan was clutching his new bottle of beer from the freshly delivered case so hard in his large hand that it actually shattered from his vice like grip, sending shards of glass flying everywhere. His face was now a deadly shade of red, eyes blazing with an acid fire, a sure sign of imminent rage. Pickles braced himself for the deadly wrath that was about to pour forth from the enraged singer.


Nathan was convulsing with severe rage by now, how dare those fuckers think I'm abusing my girl or that I fuckin kidnapped her!!! He thought, pissed off beyond belief now. Nathan hardly realized that his hand was bloody and impaled with shards of glass as he stood up from the hot tub abruptly, roaring out loudly in hatred, "WHAT THE HELL IS...WRONG WITH THOSE FUCKS??!?!?!! I DIDN'T DO SHIT TO MY GIRL!! I DIDN'T FUCKIN...KIDNAP HER EITHER!!! I'D RATHER...DIE THAN HURT HER...I'M GONNA FUCKIN KILL THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!" With that roared out, Nathan proceeded to get dressed quickly and stomped around the room in a furious rage. Now, he had proceeded to start hurling various objects at the walls, still roaring loudly with infuriation. Pickles decided to do some quick damage control before Nathan destroyed everything within his range, including himself. He quickly picked up his Dethphone and dialed Ofdensen's number as quick as he could, still shaking in anger himself as well though.


"Hey, Of...yeh...It's Pickles...man, dood, ya better git teh feck down here feckin quick...yeh, ya saw it too? I'm sure ya heard him, dood...frem way over dere...hell, I think teh whole feckin Haus heard him...yeh, man...ya better git down here...He's like...breakin shit...ya...I know...I'll try, ya fecker, gahd! I hope he don't like feckin...kill me or somethin...yeh..see ya in a few, man...yeh, I'm feckin pissed off too!! Yeh...later, Of." With that, Pickles put his Dethphone back down and watched as his best friend proceeded to continue demolishing the room, still roaring out with hatred and fury. Pickles could understand his band-mate's anger and rage completely. Being accused of being an abusive tyrant to women and a kidnapper would curdle even his blood, and he had seen how Nathan and his girl had interacted. He was nothing but gentle to her, even being rather affectionate towards her now. Pickles knew now that they both unconsciously loved each other very much and were nothing but devoted to each other so far, it looked like that to him anyways. Besides, he also knew that Nathan would rather die than hurt a woman like that, especially his girl, he even admitted that numerous times already. Pickles snorted mentally in disgust again, shaking his head. This was why they all hated that goddamn show so much, always with the rumor spreading, blowing things completely out of control in order to cause chaos among their fans and among each other even.


Pickles cleared his throat roughly, hoping to somewhat calm down his irate band-mate before he destroyed the entire Haus, "Dood...Na'ten, ya shouldn't take them feckers seriously. I mean, I know yer nat like dat, dood. I know yer nat..." Nathan suddenly froze in his rage, staring at Pickles like he just realized he was still there. "Why do they...have to fuckin...do that, dude??? That's just....really fucked up...I'd never hurt her, dude....never!!" He growled brokenly, finally sitting down on the couch and idly picking the glass out of his hand, still seething with anger though. Pickles watched Nathan as he seethed angrily on the couch, not knowing what else to do to help. He finally decided to just toss another beer at Nathan, who caught quite skillfully for once. He popped it open quickly and proceeded to chug it down in almost desperation. The door to the rec room suddenly opened, almost startling both boys, until they realized that it was Ofdensen that had just entered the room.


Nathan about jumped out of his seat, tossing aside his empty beer bottle without second thought while idly wiping his bloody hand on his shirt and proceeded to stomp over to where Ofdensen was standing. He stared down at his manager in fury, growling lowly in anger, "Of...man...ya gotta find a way to fuckin...stop this shit...or I will, understand??? No one...fuckin says things...like that about me...unless it's to my fuckin face!! Fuckin cowards!!" Pickles also walked up to Ofdensen, fully dressed with a deep frown upon his face, "Yeh, Of..fer once..I agree with Nate. We gotta stap this shit...we know dat shit aint true, ya know it aint."


Ofdensen nodded sharply, "I understand, boys, now if you will both settle down..-" He was cut off abruptly by both boys still arguing and yelling at him. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He shook his head in exasperation and proceeded to walk over to the couch where he set down the contract that Nathan had wanted to do and also his young lady's new Dethphone onto the coffee table. Ofdensen again cleared his throat and loudly addressed both boys, "I need you both to come over here right now so we can settle this, is this understood? I need you boys to work with me if you want to fix this." This seemed to startle both of them for they made their way over there and sat down on the couch, both still looking very angry though. Ofdensen rubbed lightly at his temple, wondering how he was going to fix this mess this time. He had already received numerous angry phone calls from different sources demanding that the young lady be set free, or accusing the singer of kidnapping the young lady.


He suddenly thought of something that could fix things, as his gaze had landed on the Dominant/Submissive Total Power Exchange contract that was laying on the coffee table. He looked at both boys, " I think I may have a solution, boys, if you are both willing to hear me out on this first?" They both nodded, both still silently seething in anger though. Even Ofdensen was mildly upset about this, he had met the young lady and had seen how affectionate the singer was with her. He knew that Nathan cared about the young lady very deeply and that she cared about the singer too. He cleared his throat roughly, "I have that contract you wanted to do, Nathan, and I believe this might help in explaining things. Now, all we would have to do is hold a press conference with the young lady present so that we may explain her and her duties to Dethklok, especially in regards to you, Nathan. Is this something that could work?"


Nathan snapped his head up at Ofdensen in anger. He knew that his manager was just trying to fix things, but the thought of having to put his girl through that kind of exposure made his heart hurt badly and his blood boil with rage. He growled lowly in anger at his manager, "I will NOT....put my girl through that kind of....uhh...exposure, Of....or the fuckin...stress of it!! She's fuckin...been through enough already!! She doesn't need to fuckin...hear what they are sayin...about me...do you know what...that'll fuckin...do to her?!? NO!! I will NOT...put her through any more...fuckin hurt....fuck that shit!!" Pickles nodded, still frowning, "I agree with Nate, Of. Scary, I know. But, yeh, this isn't her feckin fault, dood. If we feckin...expose her...dat'll jus' make things werse. Why should we have ta do dat ta her, anysways?? We never have ta with teh other Gears dat feckin...serve us and shit.."


Ofdensen thought about that for a second, he knew that exposing the young lady could make it worse, but he didn't see how else to convince the public that she was not being held against her will. He decided to tell that to the boys, "Well, boys, then tell me, how in the hell are we suppose to convince the public that the young lady is not being held here against her will? That she willingly wants to be with you, Nathan? Hm? Without her word, it might be difficult for some people to accept, much as I hate to say that." He watched as both boys put their heads down, he knew that they would try to think of something, but the boys were hardly known for their brains.


Ofdensen knew that the young lady would have to be exposed sooner or later, knowing what the singer had confided to him, that Nathan had planned to eventually settle down with the young lady and that eventually he also wanted to secure his heir with her as well. Nothing like that could be kept secret for very long. But, he knew he could not reveal Nathan's secret like that or betray the singer's somewhat shaky trust in him so far, not at this time anyway. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose again. He also did not want to put the young lady through any more stress as well, knowing that she was still healing from her own injuries too. He wondered maybe if just Nathan himself did it, his intimidation factor would help quell any more rumors, especially if he secured a copy of the contract with the young lady's statement on it that said she willingly wanted to be with the singer. It just might work, he thought, I will also be present at that press conference as well, probably Pickles too, though doubtful.


Ofdensen cleared his throat again, sure that the boys would agree to this as well, "Well, boys, the only other thing that we can depend on if we hold this press conference without the young lady present is to one, secure the copy of your guys' contract with her word on it stating that she willingly wants to be with you, Nathan. Second, use your intimidation factor, Nathan and demand out of the public what you want. Perhaps as you have done with the Orientation Ceremony, only slightly edited, of course. Few people understand the Lifestyle, Nathan and you would have to be the one to address it, for it was both your guys' choice to enter into this kind of relationship. It will be your duty to explain it to the public, that is the only other way I could see this being fixed without exposing her, Nathan."


Nathan looked up at Ofdensen, much more pleased with this decision and the opportunity of scaring the fuck out of more people did sound quite appealing to him. He then smiled sadistically at Ofdensen, "Now, there's...an idea I fuckin like...I fuckin approve, Of...Heh, I can do that. Heh, besides...I fuckin love convincing....people, yea." Ofdensen shook his head at Nathan's antics, that man will never change. He was shocked though by Pickles chiming in, "Yeh, dood, I feckin like it too. I'll be dere, I wanna go...ya know...fer once. Ya know, support teh big idiot and his chick, of course." Nathan snarled angrily at him, but Pickles waved it off with a drunken laugh of, "Whatever, Na'ten. Ya know what I meant, ya idiot. I like yer chick, dood and heh, yeh, I guess I like puttin up with yer shit too, Nate."

Nathan then snorted in contempt and turned back to Ofdensen, "So...Of, I need to like...take that goddamn...uhh...contract...back with me then, right?" Ofdensen turned back to Nathan, "Actually, Nathan, we might as well just finish it here. That way when you take it back with you, all you have to do is have your lady state that she is with you willingly and that she wishes to continue the relationship, then have her sign it, that is all. Then you can just turn it back in for me to hold onto until the press conference tomorrow, alright?" Nathan paled again, but nodded, growling softly, "Sure, Of....whatever the fuck you say....so..what do I have to like...do?"


Ofdensen lightly sighed again and sat down beside the singer, picking up the contract which was secured on a clipboard, "Well, Nathan, basically what I have stated here so far is what your rules would be regarding her duties. I would suggest taking the route of stating that she will be expected to serve only you and will also be expected to handle all domestic responsibilities in regards to serving you, such as cleaning your guys' room, handling your guys' wash, that kind of thing, do you understand what I mean so far?" Before Nathan could say anything though, he was cut off by Pickles chiming in with a loud drunken laugh of, "Dood, Na'ten!! Heh, sounds more like a feckin...wife kinda thing, huh?? Heh, either dat or like a feckin maid, HAHAHA!!!"


Nathan blushed deeply and growling low with annoyance, proceeded to swat the drummer hard on the back of the head. Pickles grimaced in pain, clutching his head and yelping out, "OW OW OW!!! What'd I do??? I was jus' statin teh obvieous, Na'ten. Yeh don't need ta like, feckin, knock teh shit outta me, dood, geez." Nathan growled lower with contempt, "Mind your own fuckin...uhh...business then, dude. Heh, besides...she aint no fuckin...maid." Pickles smirked evilly again, giggling out manically, "Ya, I know, dood. More like yer wife den??? HAHAHA!!!" Nathan blushed furiously again, grumbling out lowly only to himself, "Someday soon maybe....heh...fuckin drummer, urgh." That muttered out, he then proceeded to punch Pickles hard on the shoulder, snarling out loud with annoyance again, "Dude, quit bein a....fuckin dick, man...god." Pickles again yelped out in pain, now rubbing his bruised shoulder, "OW OW OW!!! Gahd, dood, don't feckin kill me!! Gahddamn, now I'm gonna have like feckin....bruises and shit...eh, feck you, dood, gahd." With that, Pickles got up in irriation and flipping Nathan off, proceeeded to reshed his clothes and sink back into the hot tub.


Ofdensen sighed at the boys' antics, pinching the bridge of his nose again, "Alright then, Nathan, let's just finish this contract. For it is getting quite late and I still have to prepare for the press conference myself, now that I know Pickles shall be attending as well, possibly the rest of the band may join in support of you as well." Nathan paled at that again, knowing that he would either have to take his girl with him or leave her in someone's care. He hoped that the leader of her group had already sent him the list of her possible personal guards by now. Ofdensen cleared his throat loudly, knowing that he had lost the singer's attention again, "Nathan, ah, is there something that you wish to request? You look awfully worried about something." Nathan shook his head from his internal debate and turned to look back at Ofdensen, "I uhh...think I have it...taken care of, Of...was just ya know...fuckin thinkin about...uhh...securing my girl's...personal guard...if I'm gonna be at that....fuckin press thingy and shit...I want someone I can fuckin....trust to look after her and shit..." Ofdensen then tilted his head in curiousity and shock, proud though nonetheless that Nathan was at last taking responsibility with something anyway, "Who were you thinking of, Nathan?"


Nathan grunted in impatiance, realizing that he had not told Ofdensen about meeting his girl's group at the Orientation Ceremony earlier, "Well, I met some of her....friends at the fuckin...Orientation thingy...and had ya know...demanded that the...leader of her group....pick out the ones...that were the most like...loyal to my girl...and also the fuckin...strongest...to be her personal guard. I had hoped that...they fuckin...ya know...got back to me by now.." Ofdensen was quite surprised at the planning that Nathan had gone through to make sure his lady was safe when he was not around, "That was quite responsible of you, Nathan, taking control of your lady's safety like that." Nathan snorted again in contempt, rolling his eyes at his manager, "Ya well, she is my...girl, Of....and I don't want anything to like...fuckin happen to her...she still doesn't even...fuckin know her way....around here yet. At least ya got her a Dethphone...goddamn it....I have to like fuckin...uhh...program that shit for her...before I fuckin...go to that thing tomorrow too. Fuck." Nathan put his head down, wondering how he was gonna get all this shit done and secure his girl's safety before this goddamn press conference.


Ofdensen watched Nathan with slight concern, knowing that the singer had a lot to do as well before the press conference. Perhaps, it might be a fruitless endeavour, but he could try to convince the big man to let him help out, "Nathan, if you are truly worried about getting your lady's guard secured and other matters, perhaps I may be of assistance?" Nathan snapped his head back up at Ofdensen, eyebrow cocked. He snarled lowly in annoyance, "And what the fuck...could you do, Of?? I have the fuckin...list of her goddamn...friend's numbers and shit...but, it's like in our....fuckin room, and I aint fuckin...wakin my girl up to...look for that shit....urgh...and besides, I left my fuckin...Dethphone with her in our room...in case she like...needed me." Ofdensen paused to think, "And you do not know their Gear numbers, do you? Of the ones you talked to anyways?" Nathan shook his head, growling low, "No...I only fuckin know...their goddamn nicknames or whatever...." Ofdensen paused again, taking out his own Dethphone from his suit pocket, "I may be able to locate their Gear number through the Gear database on my phone, by searching by their nicknames that I made sure to record when they were branded, By doing that, I can also locate their position within Mordhaus and may also be able to summon the leader of her group here if you want."


Nathan again looked at Ofdensen in shock, "Wha?? Wow...ya fuckin...record all that shit, Of?? Holy fuck....ya can really like...do that??" Ofdensen then gave his rare trademark smirk, "Of course, Nathan, I like to keep on top of things here as well." Nathan shook his head in amazement, "Goddamn, Of...that's almost...fuckin awesome...heh, alright then....the two dudes I fuckin...like and shit...I'd call them...the two oldest...of the group...but, ya, they are like...known as uhh...CD and Sparky...heh, fuckin funny ass...nicknames...heh, my girl's nickname is fuckin...awesome though...MetalMistress...I fuckin love that. Heh." Ofdensen shook his head lightly in dark amusement at Nathan's antics and proceeded to look up those two individuals in his Dethphone's Gear database.


Ofdensen soon located the one called Sparky, his Dethphone showed him as Gear #111, one of his own personal guards. Ofdensen almost snorted in dark amusement. A small world apparently, that she would know one of my own guards, he thought. That would work for him though, for he had plenty of other guards to spare for the press conference. He quickly paged the young man's Dethphone to report to the rec room at once. That done, he proceeded to look up the one called CD. He was quite possibly one of the oldest Gears to ever enroll, but nonetheless, his Dethphone showed him as Gear #724, one of Murderface's bass techs. Again, he smirked darkly, this young lady knows the strangest people so far. Shaking his head slightly in dark amusement, Ofdensen also sent out a page to the older man's Dethphone to also report to the rec room at once.


Ofdensen once again turned to Nathan, his tasks done, "Alright, Nathan, while we wait for them to report here, shall we finish going over the contract?" Nathan then turned from watching Pickles pass out in the hot tub, half hoping the bastard would drown. Ofdensen then followed Nathan's gaze and sighed in exasperation, rubbing his temple again. Holding up his Dethphone again, he dialed quickly and sighed irritably into it, "Yes, please summon two of Pickles' guards here to carry him back to his room, before he drowns in that goddamn hot tub. Yes, he passed out in it again...yes, rec room, ASAP. Out." Ofdensen put his Dethphone back into his suit pocket, sighing lightly in irritation again. Nathan held back a dark chuckle at this, "Heh....pain in the ass...drummer...fuckin...should just let him....drown, Of. Heh, it'd be pretty fuckin brutal." Ofdensen pinched the bridge of his nose again, getting quite tired now, "Nathan, we do need him, you know." Nathan snorted, but muttered roughly under his breath, "I don't give a damn....it'd still be...fuckin brutal as hell."


Nathan then growled out irritably, "Ya...whatever, Of...let's just get...this shit over with....I'm gettin fuckin tired...and ya.." Truth be told, he thought shyly, I just kinda miss my girl already. Shaking his head hard, he turned back towards Ofdensen now after watching with dark amusement as two of Pickles guards entered the room and proceeded to attempt to lift the comatose drummer out of the hot tub. Their load secure, they also loaded the drummer's clothes and Dethphone onto the drummer's limp form before carrying him from the room, the drummer snoring quite loudly in his sleep.


Ofdensen also shook his head in dark amusement before turning back to Nathan, "Did you happen to hear earlier when I mentioned the basic outline for your guys' contract so far, Nathan?" Nathan snorted in contempt, "Ya...I did...but that goddamn drummer....fuckin cut me off...I was gonna say...sounds good so far....I guess...I dunno..." Nathan again put his head down, unsure because he didn't want his girl to think she was just his maid now. Ofdensen watched as Nathan put his head down, sure he knew what was bothering the singer this time, "Ah, you don't want it to seem like she is just your maid now, correct, Nathan?" Nathan whipped his head around in shock at Ofdensen, "Wha?? Wow...Of...ya could be like fuckin....uhh...psychic?? That's some....scary ass shit, man....I dunno how the fuck...you do that...but ya...I was ya know....thinkin that...I don't want her to....think that she's just....a maid now...ya know she aint...no fuckin maid." Ofdensen nodded, "Understandable, Nathan, but this will give the young lady a sense of responsibility in regards to taking care of you and your guys' room exclusively. Such as I had stated, cleaning your guys' room, handling your guys' wash, also restocking your room with whatever you two need, since you refuse to clean and such."

Nathan rolled his eyes in annoyance, grunting irritably, "Heh, makes sense...I guess...since we are like...living together and shit." Ofdensen nodded again, "Exactly, Nathan, it would be similiar to any other domestic partership. Except this will be adapted to fit your Lifestyle as well. In that case then, is there any other rules you wish to add to this, Nathan? Since this is your guys' contract after all." Nathan blushed hotly, not wanting to divulge all of this to Ofdensen. Especially the kneeling at his feet to be fed thing. But, we both enjoy that so much, he thought fondly, that's why I had Jean Pierre make her that cushion thingy. On that thought, Nathan snatched the clipboard and pen from Ofdensen, determined to not let him see what he would write.

Ofdensen sighed lightly at Nathan's actions, "Nathan, there is no need to be embarrased about what you two practice according to your Lifestyle, as long as it is mutually consentual and you both enjoy it as well. I myself see no harm in it, as I have researched it throughly when you first came to me about this." Nathan again snapped his head up at Ofdensen, looking shocked, "Really?! Well....damn, Of...I didn't know...fuck, you write it then...my fuckin handwriting...sucks ass, heh." With that, Nathan handed the clipboard and pen back to Ofdensen, still somewhat shy about all this. Ofdensen just smirked lightly at the singer's shyness and waited for the big man to speak up.

Nathan cleared his throat roughly, grumbling shyly, "Ya...uhh, she will be...expected to...ya know...at mealtimes, make my food...first, then hers...um...after that, she will remain...kneeling at my feet...I am the one in charge of....making sure she is fed....by myself only. Um, let's see...oh, she is expected to....um...ask permission before addressing...anyone, even you, Of....sorry, heh. She is not allowed...to fuckin...wander around here...alone. She must be uhh...accompanined by me....or any of her personal guards. Uhh, let's see...the fuckin...my lord thingy...is pretty fuckin..uhh...standard, I aint changin that...she's too used to....callin me that anyways. Fuck...this is hard...I don't wanna seem like...an asshole, Of...but, I gotta make sure....things are fuckin...covered and shit...I just wanna protect her, damn it." Nathan put his head in his hands again, worried that he missed something or was being too strict.

Ofdensen noted Nathan's discomfort, clearing his throat gently, "This will work for now, Nathan. We can always change it or add more to it later whenever you think you forgot something or wish to add something new. I have also recorded her safe-word as 'Release Me', correct?" Nathan snapped his head back up again, suddenly feeling lightheaded, knowing that his girl could use that phrase anytime to leave him. Ofdensen watched Nathan in slight alarm as his face immediately drained of color, knowing it was a bad idea to mention that to the singer. But, he too wanted to make sure all of the bases were covered for these two in case of legal issues. Still though, Ofdensen was concerned that the singer could very well pass out on him right there.

Nathan again put his head in his hands, feeling as though he was going to pass out. Why the fuck did Robot have to remind me of that shit? He thought, sure he was having some kind of panic attack, he was a nervous guy after all. That goddamn fuckin word he made her say, he thought again bitterly, still remembering his girl's tears after she had said that. He gulped hard, heart starting to hurt very badly again, thinking about the unlikelyness of her leaving him anytime soon though. He was suddenly hit hard with a wave of memories of their short time together so far. He saw in his mind's eye, her getting beaten half to death, but still trying to fight back before finally succumbing to unconsiousness. The way she had first looked up at him with a mixture of fear and adoration, which slowly turned to just adoration. He remembered her fear at the hospital wing, her immediately looking to him for security, for comfort then coming to slowly crave affection from him as well. He realized now with a sharp pang in his heart that she had slowly become happy with him, seeing her open up more to him, but also able to show her pain to him now too. He wondered for the first time since he had rescued her, how does she really feel about me? He gulped hard again as he remembered how he finally noticed her eyes would just light up whenever she looked at him, how she would smile that shy smile at him now, how he now made her giggle so happily when he was with her. The one that stuck in his heart with the most pain though, was the way she had looked at him after he had kissed her or pleasured her, almost like he was the only one in the world that could do that to her. He suddenly wanted to get back to his girl, to hold her in his arms for some goddamn reason. He thought shyly now, heart hurting worse, I just really miss her now, I dunno why, but I do.

Ofdensen watched Nathan carefully, sure that the singer was having a panic attack, but he knew better than to try to snap the big man out of it. He knew that if he tried, he'd most likely end up getting right handed as he knew the singer's tendency to lash out like that. He also knew that Nathan was still trying to figure out his relationship with the young lady, but knew that trying to meddle again would only create conflict between him and the singer. He had to let Nathan do this on his own. He watched as Nathan slowly lifted his head back up to look at him, still slightly pale though, grumbling softly, "Are we....ya know...fuckin done with....this shit, Of?? Cause ya...I'm fuckin tired.." Ofdensen nodded, "Of course, Nathan, go ahead and sign that then while I write a separate note for your lady with instructions on what to write on her part as well. Her friends should be here soon." Nathan sighed tiredly and scribbled his signature on their contract, still feeling somewhat weird about all this. He watched as Ofdensen then attached the note for his girl to the clipboard as well.

The door to the rec room suddenly opened again, revealing a very sleepy, dishelved looking pair of Gears, CD and Sparky. Yawning slightly, they walked over to where Ofdensen and Nathan were sitting on the couch. Standing at attention, they both saluted and sounded out, "You summoned us, sir, my lord?" Ofdensen nodded, "Yes, gentlemen, I believe Nathan wished to address you two with something of great importance to him." Nathan cleared his throat roughly, attempting to stifle a yawn, "Hey, yea...ya guys get...my goddamn list I fuckin....asked ya for??" CD piped up first, "Ah, yes, my lord. My apologies for being so late with it, but I and the rest of the bass techs were having some...difficulties with our own lord." Sparky quickly stifled a laugh, Ofdensen just smirked again, Nathan then chuckled darkly, "Heh, yea....fuckin Murderface can be....such a fuckin dick sometimes." CD just smiled lightly and reached into his side bag. Pulling out a battered black notebook, he first showed the page to Sparky, muttering softly, "Think that's enough, Spark?" Sparky then looked down at the page and laughed, "Fuck, dude! That's a lot of fucking volunteers!!" CD smirked lightly then tore the page out of the notebook, "Heh, true, but the more, the better...correct, my lord?" He then handed the page to a very pleased Nathan, who saw that approximately 7 people had volunteered to be his girl's personal guard. He growled low in approval, "Heh, good job, guys! This'll fuckin work!! Because I need ya....to fuckin...start tomorrow, understand?? For now though....only the three...girl guards...are allowed...uhh...clearance...to get my girl...from our room..is that understood as well??"

Both Gears nodded and saluted, sounding out in unison, "Yes, my lord, understood!" Nathan smirked at both guys darkly, "Good, I'll fuckin....page ya when...I need the girls to...come get my girl...got it?? I'll see ya both....fuckin tomorrow, cool?" Both Gears nodded enthusiastically, CD speaking up softly, "Of course, my lord, you may page me first if you want. Then, I will page the girls for you to report to your room at once, along with Sparky. Does this meet my lord's approval?" Nathan thought about that for a second, finally growling out, "Fuck yea! I like that idea....then, I'll uhh...page ya tomorrow...uhh...CD...ya...you are both fuckin...uhh...dismissed...see ya tomorrow, guys....Goodnight." Both Gears again nodded and saluted, both sounding out again, "Thank you, my lord, see you tomorrow then, goodnight!" With that, both Gears bowed low and left the room wearily.

Nathan sat back on the couch wearily now too, yawning deeply. Ofdensen then looked down at the page in Nathan's limp hand, he gently shook the sleepy singer by the shoulder, "Nathan, may I see this list for a second?" Nathan grunted in sleepy annoyance, "Why the fuck....would you need it, Of?? Ugh...whatever, man...just be fuckin...quick about it...I wanna fuckin...go to bed.." Ofdensen nodded, glad he had a WordPad like application on his Dethphone, which he quickly pulled out of his suit pocket again, "Of course, Nathan, I just want to record this list, should we ever need a back up copy." Again, Nathan grunted sleepily and roughly flung the paper at Ofdensen, "Whatever, Of....do your fuckin...thing then, god." With that, Nathan leaned his head back and wearily closed his eyes.

Ofdensen quickly began to look up the rest of the young lady's guard, wanting to record their information for security reasons and also to keep track of them. He noted that he already had the first two Gears on the list, so he proceeded to look up the third individual on the list. He noted that this one was female, nicknamed Samhain. She was recorded as Gear #667, Pickles' Drug Dealer or Dethdealer as she prefered to be called. He vividly remembered recruiting this one with Pickles. Remembering her vivid orange hair which was decorated with various kinds of bones and also remembered being mildly disturbed at the other aspects of her appearance. Which also included very freakish deformed discolored eyes of red and yellow, which were quite disconcerting to look upon. He noted with dark amusement that she would make an excellent guard, considering her appearance alone would frighten off most would be attackers.

He continued onto the fourth individual, noting that this one was male, nicknamed Grim. He was recorded as Gear#444, one of the Outer Perimeter Patrollers of the Grounds, another excellent choice. Mildly impressed with the selection so far, he continued onto the fifth individual. He noted that this one was male also, nicknamed Naz. He was recorded as Gear #6869, Official Rearguard to Lady Gears and Female New Recruits, another excellent choice considering his job title suited the situation well. He noted that the last two individuals were female. The sixth one was nicknamed, TriggerTrish. She was recorded as Gear #747, Official Dethcopter Pilot. He remembered this one vividly as well, noting with amazement at her extremely proficient skills with firearms and other assorted weaponry, again making her an extremely suitable guard.

The last one he remembered he met briefly after The Battle For The Gear, right after Nathan had rescued the young lady. He remembered that this girl was also the young lady's bestest friend, her nickname was Angel. He noted that she was recorded as Gear #1220, Toki's kitty nanny, he wondered how she ended up with that job, making a mental note to ask Toki about that later. He didn't even know that Toki had accquired a cat, he huffed mildly, knowing that the young guitarist had quite an affinity with animals.

Ofdensen felt better having recorded all that and proceeded to make sure all of the papers were secured to the clipboard before attempting to wake the dozing singer. He quickly stashed his Dethphone back into his suit pocket again before gently shaking Nathan by the shoulder, "Nathan?" The singer grunted irritably and sat back up, wearily rubbing his eyes, "Uhh...god, Of....you fuckin....done now?? Goddamn.." Ofdensen nodded, "Yes, Nathan, I have done what I needed to do." With that, he stood up and lightly stretched. Nathan gave a deep grunt and stood up himself, stretching his massive body also. Ofdensen then turned back to the weary singer, "I will call you later today, Nathan, to remind you of what you and your lady need to do today, alright?" Nathan nodded wearily, "Yea...okay, Of....whatever..." Ofdensen nodded and gently patted the big man on the shoulder, "Alright, Nathan, go get some rest, remember to take the papers and your lady's Dethphone back with you. Goodnight then." With that said, Ofdensen turned and left the room, leaving the singer alone.

Nathan again stretched his massive body, yawning deeply in exhaustion. He made sure his keys were secure in his jeans pocket before gently stuffing his girl's new Dethphone in his pocket as well, also picking up the clipboard and tucking it securely under his massive arm. That done, he wearily made his way back to his room, anxious now to check on his girl.

Nathan soon stopped in front of his bedroom door, putting an ear to it first in case his girl had woken up. Hearing nothing from inside however, he attempted to dig for his keys with some difficulty, growling lowly in impatience. He finally extracted his keys from his pocket and being as quiet as possible, gently unlocked his door. He quietly padded into the room, gently closing and locking the door behind him. He could barely see his girl still curled up in deep sleep on his bed through the dying candlelight. He quietly made his way over to his dresser, where he set down the clipboard, his girl's Dethphone and his keys. He then walked softly to his nightstand, noting with shock that his clock showed 3:45 in the fucking morning. He then noticed that his Dethphone was still on vibrate and that there had been no recent calls, his notebook was also still open to his note. Meaning that his girl had not woken up at all, so he quickly reset the ringer on his Dethphone and stashed it in his nightstand drawer along with his notebook.

That done, Nathan turned to get a better look at his girl. Noting with sudden arousal that the blanket had slipped down, revealing her soft breasts. But, then with a sharp pang in his heart, he saw the tight white bandages beneath them, binding her injured ribs. He also sharply reminded himself to change those for her when they woke up. He also noticed with concern now that she was shivering quite severely. He then padded quickly to her adjacent room, wanting to surprise her again when she woke up for some goddamn reason again. Standing on his own tiptoes, he reached high up into her closet. Hidden on a high shelf above her reach, he pulled down her own personalized rich black velvet robe, complete with band logo on the back along with her Gear number and nickname stitched on the front.

Along with that, Nathan also pulled down a delicate black lace silk nightgown trimmed with real black and grey pearls, complete with matching low heeled slippers. He then gulped hard, feeling his heart jump into his throat, he had also picked this set out when he had ordered her boots. He thought wildly, fuck...I'm surprised she never noticed me ordering these goddamn things for her. He still could not figure out a coherent reason for doing this either. All he knew was that one, it made her happy with him and two, it made his goddamn heart feel better. Shoving his deep thoughts away again for now, he picked up her bundle of clothes with her slippers and went to hang them in the bathroom alongside his own robe, setting her slippers beneath them. He smiled softly at the effect, liking how it looked for some reason and how it suddenly made his heart feel better too.

That done now, Nathan padded back over to his bed, exhausted now. He looked down again at his girl, noticing she was still shivering badly. Not wanting her to get sick, he quickly undressed, got into bed, then drew up his sheet and his heavy black blanket back over them both. He immediately gathered his girl's chilled naked body into his warm embrace, noting with affection the way she automatically curled into his chest and sighed happily in her sleep. He sighed roughly with contentment as well, glad to have her back in his arms for some goddamn reason. He finally buried his face into his girl's fragrant black hair, murmuring to her in a broken growl, "My girl....I really fuckin...missed ya....I dunno why....but I did....fuck...just...fuckin...stay with...me...god." With that said and feeling somewhat better, he gently kissed her on the forehead, noting with relief that she was no longer chilled. He finally gathered her closer to him, holding her tightly, then wearily closed his eyes and fell into a contented sleep with his girl finally back in his arms again.