A Secret Lover? {tag: Nita}

A smirk came to his face as Nita slapped him but his body didn't stumble. He had hit a nerve there...Now he knew what set her off. "I'm not sure you do. Nero had told me how many times he's taken you...you don't even fight anymore. It's sad. What would your dear brother say if he found out? He would be devastated that he couldn't protect his little whore of a sister." He backhanded her, grinning as she stumbled back. "You know...I could just rape you again...wouldn't you like that? We can fuck all night long. Naveen won't be coming home...not after what Nero has planned for him." The man chuckled and motioned towards the window.

Naveen raised his sword in a blocking motion as his challenger tried to attack him and their swords clanged together. He grit his teeth as he held it up, surprised at how strong he was. Suddenly, the man kicked his feet out from under him and Naveen fell onto his back. A dagger flew across the field and Naveen rolled away before the dagger sunk into the ground where he had been laying. Across the square were two more men advancing into the ring. Naveen cursed under his breath and shot to his feet. He should have known that his father would make this unfair. Now it was three against one...he wasn't so sure he could win this time. One of the men launched another dagger and Naveen jumped to the side to dodge. He wasn't quick enough though and the blade scraped his side as it flew past and Naveen growled, his hand flying to his side. When he pulled his hand away, it was stained with blood. It wasn't a deep wound but he would still need to stitch it up after this. Naveen grabbed his sword and managed to dodge another attack from his first challenger, the blades sparking together as they collided.

He chuckled and took a step towards her, enjoying how she shank back from him. "Did you really think that Nero would let him win? That he would make it fair? He had been trying to get rid of that boy for years and he was stupid enough to fall for this little trick. It's almost hilarious how much he cares." The man seized her wrist, twisting it so she would pay attention to him. "He's going to die today sweetheart. And you can't stop it. You caused all of this and because of you, he'd going to die. He will haunt you for the rest of your days..blaming you...cursing you. You might as well give up now." He waved his hand, dismissing the thought and turned to leave, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Something to think about princess."

Naveen grit his teeth and had been paying so much attention to his first challenger that he didn't notice when another came up behind him and jammed a dagger into his side. He let out a pained cry and fell to his knees, dropping his sword. The man's words rang in his ears and he felt his anger well up even more. "Not very likely.." Naveen punched the man in the shin, knocking the sword out of his opponent's hand. He grabbed it and spun it around, thrusting it straight through his chest. A smirk came to the corner of his mouth. "Go to hell." He shoved the sword in even deeper until it came out the other side of the man and pushed him off to the side, watching as his blood fanned out beneath him. His own blood dripped down his side but he barely even felt the wound anymore. Naveen scrambled to grab his sword as another man lunged at him. He rolled to the side and jumped to his feet, blocking another attack. "I said I would destroy anyone that tried to touch her...are you so sure you want to be added to that list?" Naveen growled at his opponent and swung his sword only to have it blocked. He added more pressure but the man deflected it and Naveen stumbled back, falling into the dirt. Pain ignited through his side but he tried to ignore it. He had to win this. if he died, Nita would be used as a play thing for everyone in the village...he couldn't let that happen.

He glanced back at her over his shoulder, pleased that he seemed to have broken her spirits a bit. She looked so sexy when she was sad...Nero wouldn't mind if he had another taste..would he? He licked his lips and kept his eyes on her for a moment, his gaze traveling along her curves. She really did have a nice appeal and damn it, he would be lying if he said he didn't like a fighter. The man crossed the room again until he was directly behind her and grabbed her waist, pulling her back into him until her ass pressed against his crotch. "But I'd be crazy not to take this opportunity." He purred in her ear and slipped his hand between her legs, his fingers pressing against her area.

Naveen glared at his attacker when he suddenly felt someone grab him from behind. He cursed and tried to fight him off but another man sliced into his arm and Naveen cried out. Blood spilled down his arm and he grit his teeth, snatching a dagger out of his waist holster and jabbed it into the man behind him. Once he felt the man's grip loosen, he elbowed him in the throat and slipped free of his grasp. He looked up, realizing that two more men had entered the ring. Damn it..if he kept getting injured like this each time someone entered the ring, he wouldn't last much longer.

He growled when she stopped on his foot and then elbowed him in the side. She ran past him but as she fumbled with the lock, he grabbed her by the hair and tossed her onto the ground. "I like them feisty." He grinned and climbed in top of her, pinned her beneath him. "I am so going to enjoy this." The man smirked and his hand grabbed her top, ribbing the buttons off so her pajama top fell open.

Naveen cursed when he felt another man come up behind him and restrain him. A pain shot through his leg as the blade sliced his flesh and his body curled as another punched him in the stomach. He sucked in a breath, tasting his blood in his mouth. Naveen coughed and spit, his saliva full of blood. Shit...he was losing. The man that cut his leg slammed his blade into Naveen's side once again and he groaned. Suddenly he felt a surge of adrenaline shoot through him and he shoved the man in front of him and leaned down, his teeth tearing into the flesh of his restrainer's arm until he was released. Naveen grabbed the dagger out of his side and spun around, stabbing it into the man's neck and made sure to hit a major artery. Once he was down, Naveen snatched the dagger out of his flesh and threw it at another man, the blade sinking into his chest. Two down..two to go. One lunged at him and Naveen dodged before tackling him to the ground. His hands gripped onto the man's head, suddenly twisting it violently until his neck snapped. Though Naveen was suddenly tackled by the remaining opponent and he growled, holding up his arm to keep a blade from sinking into his chest. He kicked his legs and Naveen grabbed onto the man's throat, squeezing until he ran out of air and the body went limp. Naveen finally released when he saw the life leave his opponent's eyes and he stayed on the ground for a moment, panting. He had killed five people in one fight...it felt like he was going to be sick. His blood started to fan out beneath him and he groaned, suddenly feeling lightheaded. He shoved the body off of himself and sat up, his hand clutching the stab wounds in his side. Just as a few men were about to jump into the ring, Nero held up his hand and they all stopped. "Today's tournament is over. I think five challengers is enough. There will be another in three days time. Now go home." He felt a smirk come to his lips at the sight of Naveen breathless and pretty well close to bleeding out in the middle of the arena, bodies scattered out around him. He had underestimated his son...

Naveen pushed himself to his feet as the square started to empty and he stumbled back towards the house. He somehow managed to climb the stairs and into his room, fastening the door behind him. His body felt sticky from the blood that coated his skin and he immediately went into his bathroom to start a bath. As he sank into the water, it started turning red from his blood and he cursed. He'd have to stitch himself up if he wanted it to stop. While he was in the water, Naveen grabbed his supplies and winced, weaving a thread and needle through the gashes on his side until they were relatively closed. His breath shuttered from the pain but he still had one more on his leg. Once he was finished, he threw the needle and thread across the floor and soaked for another minute before forcing himself out. Naveen stopped in front of the mirror, frowning at the sight of his naked body. He almost looked as bad as he had the night before..if not worse. Grabbing a jar of ointment, he slathered on a generous amount over his wounds before wrapping a large bandage around his leg and then his torso. They hugged his body, making it almost impossible to move but he needed the pressure. He had gotten the bleeding to stop finally but a faint, dark red stain showed on his side. It hadn't soaked through all the layers of his bandage so he knew it wasn't as bad as it looked. "Damn it..Nita is going to be pissed.." He sighed and wandered over to his nightstand, pulling out a small bottle of pills. They would help with his pain but if Nita ever found out that he had these, she would make him get rid of them. The pills were some of the strongest drugs ever made and taking more than two in one day could kill a man. Within minutes, his soreness was considerably less painful and he let out a relieved sigh. He pulled on a pair of loose fitting pajama pants, leaving a shirt off so his wounds could get a little bit of air through the bandages. Somehow he had managed to fix himself up in about a half hour and he wondered if Nita was still awake. It was later now...maybe she had gone to sleep.
"Nita, are you awake?" Naveen knocked on her door but when he tried to open it, it wouldn't budge. It wasn't like Nita to lock her door...they never did. Worry instantly flooded him and reluctantly, Naveen used his good leg to kick open her door. As soon as he entered, he saw the body of the man that had raped her on the ground, blood fanned out under his body. His eyes widened as he frantically searched around the room for Nita. "Nita! Where are you?" Naveen moved about the room as fast as he could but the moment he came to the bathroom, he froze. Nita was on the ground, two slashes on her wrists and a considerable amount of blood beneath her. "Shit!" Naveen slid onto the ground next to her, cupping her face in his hands. Her skin was cold and he could just barely feel a pulse. He frantically searched for some bandages and when he found them, he froze, an idea hitting him. It had been years since he used his magic but if he didn't help Nita soon, he was going to die and she didn't have much time left. His hands shook as he tore pieces of the bandage and wrapped some around both of his own wrists where her cuts were. He closed his eyes and took her hands in his, saying a small incantation to himself when he felt the skin of his wrists starting to rip. Naveen grit his teeth and his skin burned until he saw the cuts on her wrists vanish and color came back into her skin. A shaky breath left him as he stumbled back and looked down, seeing crimson red staining the bandages on his wrists. If she woke up in here, she would freak out...he had to move her. Naveen carefully slid his arms around her and lifted her up into him, his body swaying for a moment from all the blood loss. He took her into his room and laid her down on his bed before he collapsed back into a chair by his window. The wounds in his side had reopened and blood stained his bandage, causing him to groan and lean his head back as he sat down. One hand held onto his side, adding as much pressure as he could to aid in stopping the flow.

Naveen let out a soft groan, his body shifting just slightly in his seat. He winced, every muscle in his body feeling stiff and sore. It took him a moment to open his eyes and he looked down to see Nita sitting on the ground before him. She seemed to be looking at something and he leaned forward slightly, trying to see what it was. He followed her gaze, realizing that it was on the dead body across the hall from them and he frowned. "Did he hurt you?" His voice came out in a rough whisper as he looked down at her. After a moment, Naveen slowly pushed himself out of the seat and limped over to the door. He shut it, clicking it shut so she wouldn't have to see the body anymore. A small groan slipped past his lips as he put a little too much pressure on his leg and he leaned against the wall. "I'm sorry..I should have checked the house before I left.." He mumbled and slowly but surely made his way back to the chair he had been sitting in. Blood stained the cushion where he sat and he frowned, looking down at himself before he sat back down. He hadn't planned on Nita waking up to see him like this...he was going to dress himself before she woke up but he must have passed out from the blood loss only a few hours before. It was still dark out, letting him know it had only been a few hours since he found her but she looked perfectly healthy.