My Wedding

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Who: Nana & Grell Sutcliff
When: After this.
Where: Raul's new apartment.
Summary: Nana's come under the scorn of a bitter reaper. Cue fight. Welp.
Warnings: Grell and Nana...Yup. Violence. Flying limbs! You know...that kind of stuff.

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[deathknellgrell]

At first, there's a distant rumble. Presently, the rumble grows louder, and closer. It becomes more metallic - and insistent! But that's not the only noise - there's a higher-pitched one, that rises and falls.

Grell Sutcliff's chainsaw. And Grell Sutcliff himself, unhinged with jealousy and rage, screeching his displeasure.

Murdering little girls isn't usual behaviour for Grell. Once upon a time, he chased Ahiru with his chainsaw, but he only meant to scare her. Indeed, since arriving at Siren's Port, Grell's personality has actually mellowed; the calming and restricting influence of William has been an important factor.

But Nana's perceived transgression is a provocation too great. Besides which - it's entirely possible Grell was exposed to some enchanted cherry blossoms today, rendering his self-control - never strong to begin with - virtually non-existent!

BAM!

Down crashes the door. Grell stands at the threshhold, silhouetted from behind, chainsaw raised high.

"Nana darling! ♥ I've come for yooooooooou~!"

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The crash of the door and the silhouette makes her scream, the sound blending with the screeching of the chainsaw itself. It's a horrifying sight, and she finds herself stepping backwards, doing her best not to trip over herself.

"Go away Mister Grell-!"

It's shrieked as she points at him, eyes wide. He was going to ruin the new apartment, after all! They had barely even unpacked too, boxes still stacked on top of one another, waiting to be opened.

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"Not even going to invite me in? How rude!"

As Nana retreats, Grell advances. He swings his chainsaw wide...

...missing her entirely, as his blade slices through a precariously-balanced stack of boxes. At first, nothing happens; for a moment, one might imagine that the chainsaw had missed the boxes, too. And then, the top of one of the boxes, sliced diagonally through, slides off its bottom, and the whole tower crashes to the ground in an awful clatter.

There's the distinct sound of crockery breaking, inside the boxes.

"I really ought to teach you the proper way to receive guests."

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This is bad. Very bad. Mister Grell is bad and he's ruining everything. Uncle Raul is going to be very, very mad when he gets home. Very, VERY mad. Mad at Nana.

Bad.

She finds herself frowning immediately, still yelling as she steps back. "Stop it! You're breaking everything Mister Grell!"

[deathknellgrell]

"'Breaking everything?' Don't mind if I do~. HAH!"

Slash goes his chainsaw. An overstuffed chair groans - and then splits in two. A low swing, at Nana's retreating feet, and he's put a long gash in the carpet. A high swing--

CRASH!

--and down comes a crystal chandelier. It's actually timed to descend on top of Nana's head, if she doesn't move out of the way!

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But she does move out of the way-! Her reflexes aren't terrible at all. In fact, they're rather quick. So much so that as soon as she gathers herself, she's glaring awfully bad at Grell.

He was ruining. Everything. It only takes a second for one of her false arms to fall off before she reached out with her Vector, wrapping the invisible fingerlike appendages around Grell's throat, squeezing, as she lifted him up into the air.

"Stop. Breaking. Nana's. Home!"

[deathknellgrell]

He's got his chainsaw poised, about to deliver the DEATH BLOW, when all of a sudden....

"Oi! Y-your arm's off!"

He stares, shocked and slack-jawed. He knows it wasn't his blade that had cut it off; he had aimed every blow precisely. What is this? What sort of little girl has arms that just fall off?

In fact, he spends so much time pondering this conundrum that he has actually been up in the air and forcefully squeezed for some time before he notices!

"Ah-- Ah-- HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON?"

He can't see Nana's vectors, of course, so as far as he's concerned, he's being lifted by some mysterious force!

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The same little girl who has abnormal pink hair, eyes, and horns atop her head. The other arm falls off for good measure when she reaches over toward the balcony, pushing the glass door open with her free Vector. With the door open, over the Vector goes to yank Grell's whirring chainsaw right out of his hands, and, well...fling it out over the balcony with a disturbing amount of force.

"Stop being mean and breaking Nana's home! Uncle Raul is going to be mad with Nana!"

Squeeze.

"Nana doesn't want to hurt you, Mister Grell."

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"T-the other one's off, tooooooo! What is wrong with you? ~Depraved~ little child!"

Well. That's what Grell would have said. However, he's unable to do so, on account of Nana strangling him! What he says instead is:

"URK!"

He says "Urk!" again, when Nana disposes of his chainsaw! Now all he can do is flail, hair flying and eyes popping! He clutches at the invisible hand holding his neck, but it's no use!

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The squeeze is loosened slightly, as Nana whips Grell around, beginning to march toward the balcony as she continues to hold him in the air. She's upset, clearly, but she's at the very least not choking him to, well, death.

Instead she's dangling him over the edge of the balcony. Just because she can. It seems like a good idea. She won't really drop him. That would be bad.

"Why do you have to be mean?! Nana did nothing wrong! You're so mean, Mister Grell! Nana liked you!"

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Grell would, most likely, answer her with a stream of angry, incoherent thoughts having to do with forward girls who dare marry other people's lovers! And perhaps, if she had been clever enough to press him on the subject, he might have discussed his own hurt feelings and disappointment: that William would marry her - even if just for "pretend" - but not him.

But he can't say anything at the moment, because Nana is still squeezing his neck, despite having loosened her grip a little. It won't kill him - he doesn't need air, to exist. But he does need to breathe, in order to talk.

So Nana's only answer is another flail of his legs, and a breathless, "Urrrk!" Meanwhile, his own fingers are starting to trace out the contours of her invisible hands, trying to work their way in and force open her grip.

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That's the thing about Vectors - they can be as solid or permeable as their owner wishes and when Grell begins to grasp at it, well...the once touchable Vector turns into something impossible to touch.

Thankfully though, she has enough sense to pull him back over and, well, settle him down onto the balcony so he can stand. The Vector around his neck was removed, only to place itself on a shoulder. Her other Vector as well, found the other shoulder, squeezing slightly, holding Grell in place lest he try to attack her.

"Don't be mean, Mister Grell."

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When he feels the Vector's grip loosen from his neck, Grell thinks for a wild moment he's pried it free, and immediately attempts to manifest the hell out of there. However, manifesting involves moving into an orthogonal dimension, stepping sideways in a direction mere mortals can't follow. And Grell is caught fast, by the vectors at his shoulders. He twists, hard, with all his supernatural strength, only managing to get a bit of play in the vectors, but not pulling free.

"LET GO--"

He breaks off, in a paroxysm of coughing. His throat hurts.

"Let GO of me, you insolent girl! You've no right to hold me!"

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"No! Not until you stop yelling at Nana and stop breaking things!"

There's a glare, a frightful thing from an armless, usually pleasant girl. But Nana isn't happy at all, nor is she pleasant. She's outright pissed.

"Not until you apologize to Nana!"

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Another desperate struggle, but it's no use. Now he's winded, breathing hard.

"Things. You're upset about your worthless things! But things don't MATTER! You married my man, YOU BROKE MY HEART!"

All of Grell's jealousy, frustration and rage come pouring out, further unleashed by the cherry blossoms. He can't kill - so he weeps!

"N-never... I'll never apologise to you~!"

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And, well...Nana feels bad. She doesn't like seeing people cry, especially if it's her fault. She didn't want Mister Grell to hate her either when she hadn't done anything bad.

It upset her to see Grell upset, thus she let go of his shoulders with her Vectors, bottom lip quivering.

"Go home, Mister Grell!"